Bafang International Hotel, a magnificent hotel lobby, including Chu Mo, several distinguished men were chatting and laughing gaily, with their entourages serving attentively at their sides.
The wine, originating from a top French winery, was rich and delicious; just this inconspicuous bottle of red wine was valued at 590,000 RMB, and there were three such bottles on the table.
On the dining table, French foie gras, Kobe beefsteak, Australian lobster... all sorts of top-tier ingredients were available. A simple estimate indicated that the consumption for this table wouldn't be less than three million.
After clinking his wine glass with Chu Mo's, Sun Shangwu, with a net worth of thirty-two billion and a top-tier tycoon, suddenly showed a helpless expression and started to complain to Chu Mo:
