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"As long as they can come up with ten million, I'll make them a dish," Su Xuan seriously said.
Zhao Xiaoyi stood there, puffing with anger, and turned her pleading eyes to Chen Wanqing.
Chen Wanqing, who knew Su Xuan well, realized that he was a man of his word and helplessly shook her head, "Xiaoyi, go downstairs and explain to those customers."
Within five minutes of Zhao Xiaoyi's difficult departure, the loud uproar in the Bright Moon Building's lobby almost lifted the roof off.
Su Xuan, in his office, could hear several people's roars.
"I think Bright Moon Building has gone mad with greed, a single dish for ten million and they won't make any other dish."
"Bright Moon Building is becoming more and more ridiculous, coming up with such a low method of hype."
"Bring out that so-called Food God named Su Xuan, I want to see what he looks like, daring to ask for such a steep price."
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