We talk about a fortune of hundreds of millions, billions, even tens of billions!
Even feeling a pinch at eating such a meal...
"Grandmaster Yang, what is that colorful fish called?"
Meng Chuan wiped his mouth, raising his glass to Yang Zhaoxing as he asked.
Of the hundred dishes, the most nourishing was the fish that was served in front of him at the very beginning.
Yang Zhaoxing raised his glass with him, droplets of liquid splattering.
"A variant of the dragon whisker carp, the specific name, even this old man doesn't know.
However, this fish is extremely rare. At Treasure Feast, the largest restaurant in Linzhou, they manage to procure no more than five a year.
Each time, the fish are auctioned to the highest bidder. This one is the first fish of the year, and I spent twenty-nine million to bid for it.
If you find it pleasant, dear nephew, I'll bid for the remaining ones this year and send them to Meng Mansion, it's a trivial matter."
A fish worth thirty million...
