Tang Feng noticed Qi Tiande's hesitation and continued to provoke.
"This kind of top-grade Wagyu isn't something just anyone can afford. Some poor bastard was just showing off, now why aren't you acting so tough?"
Even if Qi Tiande was foolish, he could tell that the remark was directed at him.
A surge of rage instantly welled up in his heart, and with a "bang," he slammed his hand on the table, "It's just A5-grade Wagyu, right? Bring me a portion, no, make it two!"
The server, noticing the contest between the two men, whispered a well-intentioned warning, "Sir, if it's just for you, I would recommend one portion, two might be..."
Qi Tiande's fierce gaze "swooshed" toward him, "What do you mean? Are you saying I can't afford it?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a bank card from his pocket and slapped it heavily on the table, "I have several hundred million in my bank account, enough to buy this lousy restaurant outright, who are you looking down on?"