Insufficient balance?
Once that was said, everyone's expressions were quite something.
The surrounding customers looked at Wang Junjie with an extremely peculiar gaze.
"Ho...how is that possible!"
Wang Junjie felt humiliated, angry and said: "There's a million in my card, how could it be insufficient balance?"
Ye Huan crossed his legs, looking displeased: "Buddy, did you say you'd treat us, but actually came for a free meal? No money in the card, yet have the nerve to act all big?"
"What do you know."
Wang Junjie stood up in a rage, fuming: "I remember having over a million in my card, how could it be insufficient? Impossible!"
"Sir, have you made a mistake?" The waitress raised an eyebrow and said, "The total amount for your dining today is seventy-eight million six hundred thousand, the discounted price is seventy-eight million, plus the fifty million tip you mentioned, totaling eighty-three million."
