"Bro, take more, take more!"
Feng Xue placed a large box filled with high-denomination bills on the bar counter, looking as if the bartender could take as much as he wanted. However, the bartender calmly held his glass, lightly wiping the shiny surface, showing no intention of taking the money. Instead, he righteously said,
"Sir, we're running a legitimate business here."
"Damn! You took a tip just now. Could there be some hidden mechanism?" Feng Xue grimaced, scratching his head vigorously. After getting special information from the bartender through a tip, Feng Xue immediately took out more money, but this time the bartender acted like a different person, not taking a cent!
However, Feng Xue quickly came up with new ideas. Maybe this information had a cooldown, or perhaps it required a transaction before tipping, or even had a limit on the tip amount.
