The young master crossed past the girl and walked straight toward Lin Bai's table.
The young master came to the table, glanced at them, and asked, "Are there only four of you?"
Lin Bai smiled without answering and nodded in tacit agreement.
Shangguan Cun said, "Brother, there are four empty seats here. If there happen to be four of you, you can sit down directly, and we can wait for the birthday celebration to begin."
The young master said coldly, "Heh, sorry, but there are six of us. Could the two of you at the table give up two seats? What do you say?"
Shangguan Cun shook his head. "Sorry, but the four of us sat down first. Besides, we're close friends, so we obviously can't split up and sit separately. Since there are six of you, please find another table!"
The young master smiled. "I think this place is quite nice. The view is excellent, and I want to sit here!"
"Fine, fine. Name your price. How much spirit liquid will it take for you to sell me those two seats?"
The young master wore an arrogant, overbearing expression, as if he were rolling in wealth.
When Shangguan Cun heard this, he felt as though the man was trying to force a sale. He immediately said unhappily, "We've already taken these seats, and we have no intention of selling them. If you don't want to sit here, then leave. Don't spoil our enjoyment!"
"One hundred thousand spirit liquids per seat!" the young master said arrogantly.
Shangguan Cun shook his head. "Not for sale!"
The young master paused, then chuckled. "Not enough? Then two hundred thousand!"
Shangguan Cun grew angry. He glared at the young master and said coldly, "Get lost!"
The young master froze and was just about to