Then, he looked at the manager who had been waiting by the side, and said, "Manager, let's do the math, how much is it, let's settle the money first, so that someone won't sneak away after a while."

Ye Fan also smiled: "That's right, let's count the money first."

The hotel manager immediately agreed, and then hurriedly called for an assistant to start calculating Fan Zhongxian's meal expenses.

"Sir, you spent a total of 1.08 million today."

"Card or cash, please?"

When the manager's voice came out, even Fan Zhongxian was not calm anymore.

"What... what? More than a million?" Fan Zhongxian's eyes twitched fiercely.

He gave himself a budget of 500,000 this time, which was doubled unexpectedly.

"Yes, sir. Is it over budget? I'm afraid I'm sorry, but you can't refund after ordering here." The manager reminded.

Fan Zhongxian's face turned black into Xiang.

Although Fan Zhongxian knew that the Yundingshan Hotel was a well-known star hotel in Yunzhou.

Therefore, the price of the dishes here is already prepared.

But when the money for the meal came out, Fan Zhongxian was still bleeding in his heart.

It turned out to be over a million.

Is it difficult now?

"I'm afraid I have to borrow some money." Fan Zhongxian's brows were gloomy, and his heart was bleeding.

It's all this damn Ye Fan!

But it's okay, I have a million dollars, and he probably won't get much less.

When the time comes, let's see how Ye Fan dies?

Thinking of Ye Fan's miserable end, Fan Zhongxian felt much better immediately.

Faced with the manager's doubts, Fan Zhongxian waved his hands and said boldly, "Just kidding, isn't it just over one million?"

"Wait, I'll give you a call and I'll transfer it to you right away."

"During this time, you should count on him first."

Fan Zhongxian grinned grimly.

The rest of the people also looked at Ye Fan gloatingly, as if they were waiting to see Ye Fan lose his composure and panic.

In the eyes of everyone, Fan Zhongxian spent one million, and even if Ye Fan had less, he would definitely have half a million.

For a soil turtle, five hundred thousand is a sky-high price to him.

"Sir, do you mean him?"

"I'm sorry, he is our boss, the whole hotel belongs to him, he doesn't need money for meals."

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