Paying for Your Choices
Seeing that everyone had enjoyed their meal and drinks, Huo Qing'ang slowly raised his eyes and gestured towards Zhou Yan, who was waiting outside the private room. Zhou Yan walked towards the restaurant's front desk.
Two minutes later, holding tonight's bill, Zhou Yan knocked on the door of the private room. "Mr. Huo, this is tonight's bill."
Huo Qing'ang lowered his head and glanced at the bill. A cold and chilling smile spread across his face. "Huo Corporation's design department, seven figures."
Huo Corporation's design department had no one except for the design director with an annual salary in seven figures. But at this moment, a simple welcoming dinner for the department had racked up a seven-figure bill. Even with the Huo family's wealth, no one dared to waste and squander so much.
Seven figures?
Hearing this, the heads of everyone in the room drooped almost instantly.