Thomas took a sip of wine, looked at Nestor with a smile, and said deliberately, “I just like the service of this restaurant. It’s very unique. Every time I eat here, it offers me a special enjoyment that I could not get in other places. Perhaps this is the distinguishing feature of South City, right?”
After listening to Thomas’ statement, Nestor fell even more speechless. It was the first time he heard someone describing a dark store as a feature of the city.
‘Indeed, it is so unique that it’s not one of a kind in South City, but in the whole country. Perhaps its uniqueness should be extended to the whole world, right? The salt here was actually charged particle by particle. Aha, nothing is too strange in this world, and I have gained new knowledge today.’
Nestor secretly despised Thomas. ‘Is the brain of this person broken? Or perhaps this is the way the wealthy waste their money?’
At this time, Thomas asked, “Mr. Bizinger, you seem to be in a difficult situation, or else, let me pay the bill for this meal?”
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