Carmine Hotel, seventh floor.
The Victorian-style hall was richly colored and clearly partitioned, luxurious and grand without losing its artistic elegance.
On the dining table were top-grade caviar from Britain's CAVIAR HOUSE & PRUNIER, Italian black truffles, premium French foie gras, and world-class steak from the Polmard family. Even an ordinary-sized steak alone was worth 3,600 dollars, roughly over twenty thousand yuan. There were also all kinds of premium seafood, lobster, cheese pasta, and more.
This meal was extravagance taken to the extreme, costing over fifty thousand dollars in a single sitting. In this era, there were people who could afford such indulgence, but not many—and few would be this extravagant.
The aroma of the food spread through the air, making mouths water.
Ba Di and Carmine sat at the table, only a few steps apart.
Behind them stood butlers with white napkins draped over their arms, wine bottles in hand, ready to serve at any moment.
The only flaw was Mike, the burly Russian bear of a man, kneeling nearby with a wronged expression on his face. He ruined the elegance of the banquet.
"Cheers!"
Ba Di raised his glass slightly and clinked it against Carmine's. The crystal glasses rang sharply.
"To friendship." Carmine smiled and raised his glass higher.
Ba Di smiled and drained the brandy in his goblet in one gulp.
This was his first time meeting the head of the Falcone family, the godfather of half of Gotham's underworld. On the surface, Carmine left a good impression—bold, ambitious, and capable.
Just knowing about Ba Di's power, not fearing that Ba Di might crush him to death, and still daring to invite him to dinner was enough to earn Ba Di's favor.
Ba Di sampled the foie gras with sake. Its delicate fragrance lingered on his palate.