Magnolia Hall, a famous private restaurant in the provincial capital.

In the private room, the table was already full of dazzling dishes, and Cheng Zhirong also took two bottles of Moutai.

"Isn't that a bit extravagant?" Luo Ansheng said with a smile.

"What's extravagant, this little expense, compared to the income after the completion of the severed road, is simply a hair of 10,000 cows!" Journey......

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