Du Ping also thought Ye Ling was pretending to be rich without money, making them mistakenly believe he really had money.
If he were such a tycoon, why would he drive a crappy Chery?
The kind of person who can spend hundreds of thousands on a private room, no matter how low-profile, wouldn't be that modest, right?
"How much did you just say?" Du Ping stepped forward to ask.
Ye Ling glanced at him and said indifferently, "How much do you want?"
Du Ping was taken aback, "Please name your price, sir. After all, our priority is to serve. However, the luxury private room has indeed been reserved tonight. If you want it, you'll have to offer a higher price."
"You just want the money, don't you?"
Ye Ling laughed, took a bank card out of his pocket, and tossed it toward the front desk, "For a luxury private room, I'll give you 100,000. Is that enough?"
The waiters were all too afraid to speak, casting helpless glances at Du Ping for help.
