Chapter 911： not bad money (1/2)

Chapter 911 Not bad money

So I didn't plan to take care of anyone, but Di Manning couldn't let go of this opportunity and stopped Luo Qiao a few steps forward: "Yo, this is not our talented classmate Luo Qiao, it's almost time for dinner, why? To leave?"

Luo Qiao was hampered by the people coming and going in the lobby. Besides, when Di Manning came to Jinyuan, he was a customer. This is his own store. It's not good because this person affects the business of the store.

So he said lightly: "I'm ready to leave when things are done. Is there any problem?"

Di Manning curled his lips and said, "Not everyone can afford it here. You can't even afford to order a single dish based on what you wore all day long before?"

Luo Qiao frowned slightly and said, "Does this have anything to do with Miss Di?"

Di Manning looked at the second floor proudly: "Today, my house has the hall and private rooms on the second floor. Why don't you follow me up to eat before leaving?"

Luo Qiao laughed a little: "I heard that the most expensive set menu on the second floor is one hundred and sixty-six tables, and the cheapest is thirty-six tables. How much do you dare to ask your family for a table of dishes?"

Di Manning froze for a moment, and then responded stubbornly: "Of course it must be the most expensive. Who do you think is like you, and you can't even order a dish."

Several men and women around Di Manning pulled her, but she was smug now, and she could manage so much.

Luo Qiao said deliberately: "Then you have to confirm it, but don't make a mistake, it will be too late to change it."

immediately waved and called the front desk: "Is the lobby and private room on the second floor reserved today?"

The front desk nodded and said, "It's Mr. Di's bag."

Di Manning said with a proud face when he heard what the little girl at the front desk said, "That's my father."

Luo Qiao smiled and looked at the little girl at the front desk: "Just now, Miss Di agreed that all the tables are for one hundred and sixty-six tables. Don't make a mistake, it's better to confirm it again."

The front desk frowned, turned around and took the list: "Miss, Mr. Di on the second floor booked a table of sixty-six, and it has his signature on it."