However, Li Wei's next move froze the smiles on everyone's faces.
"Excuse me, I need you to split this bill."
He pointed to the five offensive linemen and two wide receivers sitting beside him.
"These seven gentlemen, plus myself—the eight of us—our food and drinks go on this card," Li Wei said. "As for the other dozen or so gentlemen... they can pay for themselves."
Li Wei wasn't a pushover. Since it was tradition, he'd originally planned to just play along to a reasonable extent. After all, they were still teammates. He had set his own budget for the evening at 20,000 USD. An average of 1,000 USD per person was more than enough, even if everyone got a respectable bottle of champagne.
But he hadn't expected Lawrence to be so insatiably greedy. If that was the case, Lawrence couldn't blame him for making things ugly.
The moment he spoke, the air in the room went ice-cold.
