Property documents in exchange for a satisfying dinner?
Lei Zhe spoke, and Zhonghua Building fell silent.
In the past, Principal Mars and Xia Yu had made similar bets, but those were within the confines of a small shop, known only to a few people, without the presence of many diners or the watchful eyes of the media.
Therefore, the price of this dinner was astonishing.
But this price came with a precondition: satisfaction of the so-called "Food Tyrant's Stomach."
Ordinary people might not quite understand the appetite of a Food Tyrant Chef, but any guest who had contact with one, upon thinking of this condition, would turn pale.
They looked again at the document envelope on the table, relief in their eyes.
No wonder!
This thing was hot to handle.
Hadn't Lei Zhe said it? This was a wager, where he alone offered a stake worth a fortune, and Xia Yu, as the master chef of the restaurant, only needed to put his personally cooked food on the betting table.
