"That much?" Mu Yin was somewhat surprised; she still had over three hundred thousand in her account and had thought it would just barely cover the bill, only to find out she was far short.
She had often dined here with her family in the past, and she knew the prices, except for that bottle of '63 Lafite. She couldn't figure out how that one meal could possibly add up to hundreds of thousands.
Unexpectedly, the cashier interpreted her differently, and although her demeanor remained courteous, her face showed a clear trace of displeasure, "Miss, this is the bill. If you don't trust it, you can check it against the menu. Our clientele here are all high-class patrons, and there's absolutely no cheating involved."
"That's not what I meant..." Mu Yin said with a slight embarrassment, clutching the bill and scanning it briefly, only to discover that someone had ordered a pack of cigars, the latest luxury from Cuba.
That alone was a hundred thousand.