"Hurry up and pay!"
The waiter shouted angrily while extending his hand.
Nan Zhen cursed internally.
Originally, three billion were lost because of this brat Ye Huan.
And now? Because of this brat again, another three billion are at stake.
What bad luck!
Also, demanding ten times the compensation is not excessive? It's too much!
But, daunted by the intimidation of those security guards who were former Special Service soldiers, he only dared to complain internally.
After cursing in his mind, Nan Zhen remained very obedient on the surface, pulling out a checkbook and writing a string of numbers on it with a "swish, swish, swish."
Starting with a 3, followed by eight zeros.
Three billion.
Seeing him being so compliant, the anger on the waiter's face dissipated a little.
Then she brought over an A4 sheet of paper and a pen, throwing it at Nan Zhen's feet, "Apology letter, five thousand words."
Nan Zhen was furious.
Five thousand word apology letter!?
