Qiao Chengxun said indifferently, "I compared the food at this table and budgeted the total price, which is about 28,888 yuan per table. For a total of 800 tables, I'll give you a discount, let's say 23 million in total. Thank you all for your support of the Wal-Saint Hotel."
Everyone: ...
Holy crap!
Wen Meimei understood.
No wonder King of Hell Qiao was so familiar with the Wal-Saint Hotel's capacity; turns out he was the hotel's behind-the-scenes boss!
She couldn't sit still any longer; she needed to twist the knife!
Transforming into an innocent damsel, she looked at Huang Yuling with feigned ignorance and asked, "Auntie Ling, does our family and Brother Shanyu's family really have that many relatives? I mean, 800 tables and 15 people per table, that's 12,000 people in total."
After saying that, she blinked sincerely.
Huang Yuling was so furious that her face turned red and white, changing faster than a strobe light.
Once a boast is busted, there's no taking it back.