Ten Thousand Yuan Stones for a Slap

"6,800 upper-grade yuan stone?"

Fang Zixiong was struck dumb by Jiang Chen's calmness. He had seen all

kinds of reactions from the customers he had swindled.

Some questioned him in anger. Some sucked it up because they didn't want

to lose face. And others tried to reason things out with him.

"Exactly."

However, Fang Zixiong didn't think it a big deal. He put on a false smile.

"What if I refuse to pay? What will I get?" Jiang Chen asked, smiling.

One night's stay at the most luxury hotel wouldn't cost him one-tenth of the

price. And he didn't even have dinner here last night.

There were dozens of rooms in the inn. They could make a big profit every

month.

"My guest, I suggest you wise up in the Water Dragon City. If you have any

question about the bill, just tell me," Fang Zixiong said coldly, not surprised.

"It's a piece of wastepaper. There is nothing to tell." Jiang Chen took the bill