Bai Ye opened his eyes, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, I want to ask you a question, what is the price of the Wanshen Zui in this restaurant? If anyone can tell the truth, I will give it to you.

Give it to him!”

After saying that, he lifted up the altar of Ten Thousand Gods.

As soon as he said this, many drinkers jumped up from their chairs and shouted anxiously.

"Sir, I know that Wanshenzui from the 'Thousand Courtyards' only sells 77,777 soul pills!!"

"Sir, I told you first, this Wan Shen Zui is worth 77,777 soul pills!"

"Seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven soul pills!! Sir, does that jar of wine belong to me?"

"grown ups..."

People rushed to answer, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

The waiter had a look of astonishment on his face. Who would have thought that this man would actually come up with such a method.

"What? Are you trying to rip off customers?"

Bai Ye threw out a jar of wine, sat down and said calmly.

"This is simply unreasonable!"

Qian Yizhen was furious, slammed the table and shouted: "Call your shopkeeper over!! We need an explanation!"

"This...this..."

The waiter panicked.

"Explain? Are you worthy?"

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from upstairs.

Then I saw a group of young men and women walking down the stairs. They were all looking at this end, and the man who spoke was walking in front.

When Bai Ye saw this, he felt slightly familiar. After taking a look, he suddenly realized.
Chapter completed!