Tyrus Wilson raised his eyebrows: "Your cup costs twenty or thirty yuan at most, and you asked me to pay one hundred. Isn't it a bit too dark?"
Hearing this, the waiter suddenly got excited: "What? You say I'm black, okay, then I'll pay you two hundred, and you won't be able to get out if you lose one penny!"
"It's so unreasonable! I don't believe that a small broken wine glass can be worth so much money!"
"Call your manager!"
The waiter glanced at him, and snorted coldly with disdain: "You can think about it, let our manager come out, one thousand yuan less, this matter is not over!"
"Hmph! I don't believe it, there is no one who is reasonable!"
"Hey, just wait!"
After a while, a tall and thick man in a black suit came over, cast a glance at Tyrus Wilson, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter, I heard you broke the cup and don't want to lose money?"