The people in the restaurant were watching us secretly. I took out a credit card from my bag, a VIP card from Citibank, USA, with an air of composure, which could overdraw $100,000 at a time. I called the waiter over and handed the credit card to him. After checking out, his face showed a humble smile. I handed it back to me carefully. I waved him away.

I coldly asked Xiao Kong to write me a 100,000-yuan debt -- I had not yet been generous enough to pay 100,000 yuan for my own outward spirits.

After I got the IOU, I stood up calmly and took the Toyota keys...