Chapter 933 - Zhi Yuan Palace Cuisine (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Just as Ling Hong ridiculed Wu Hai and Yuan Zhou’s taste, Wu Hai answered the phone.

“Hi, who’s that?” Wu Hai said.

“Hi, this is the contact person of the Appraisal of Sichuan Cuisine Restaurants. We hereby invite you to take part in the appraisal of the restaurants half an hour later. Do you have time?” There came a clear and melodious female voice from the other end of the phone.

“Yes, I do.” Wu Hai stroked his own mustaches and answered primly.

“Thank you for your cooperation. Please wait at the street corner of Taoxi Road twenty minutes later. You’ll be picked up by a car to enter the restaurant and take part in the appraisal,” the girl said courteously and gently.

“Okay,” said Wu Hai.

“The car number has been sent to your phone. Please confirm it,” the girl continued saying.

“Got it.” While they were talking on the phone, Wu Hai’s phone received a message. Wu Hai looked at it and answered immediately.

Then, the girl said goodbye on the phone and Wu Hai hung up the phone politely.

“Who was it?” Ling Hong asked curiously.

Buyers of Wu Hai’s paintings usually talked with Zheng Jiawei rather than Wu Hai himself. And Ling Hong had never found that Wu Hai had friends. Most importantly, Wu Hai rarely answered others so primly.

“It’s my turn to appear in the end,” Wu Hai said inexplicably.

“What the hell?” Ling Hong didn’t react for an instant.

“Just help yourself. I’m going to eat a meal.” Wu Hai took up a suit and went out smartly.

Of course, he didn’t forget to shut the door when he went out.

The loud sound of “Peng” woke Ling Hong up with a start.

“This damn artist just leaves me here alone in his art studio?” Ling Hong stayed put speechlessly in shock.

But the truth was indeed so. The slightly trembling door told him it was the truth. Wu Hai had gone and he was the only person left in this spacious art studio.

“Sh*t. Is it really necessary to be so active just to eat something?” Ling Hong said while leaving.

On the other side, Wu Hai had walked to the street corner of Taoxi Road and prepared to be picked up.

The car arrived very soon. Just in a little while, Wu Hai saw the car that came to pick him up. It was a black SUV and behind it was a Jinbei automobile, which presumably came for a follow shot.

“Hello, are you Mr. Wu, Wu Hai?” The butch-haircut assistant got off the Jinbei automobile and asked courteously.

“Yeah, that I am.” Wu Hai nodded his head.

“This way, please.” After the assistant confirmed Wu Hai was the right person, he pulled open the door of the backseat of the black SUV.

“Chairman Zhou, this is the person selected by Master Chef Restaurant today, Mr. Wu Hai.” The assistant introduced.

“Um, I see. Come on in.” Seated in the passenger seat, Zhou Shijie nodded his head and then said when he heard the introduction.

The assistant immediately turned around and made a gesture of “Please.”

“Hi, everybody.” Wu Hai greeted them politely and then got on the car.

At that time, there was only one seat left in the car. It was beside the other advisor. Wu Hai took that seat consciously.

Rarely had people seen Wu Hai behave so obedient and not picky. Zheng Jiawei would probably be tearful if he saw this scene. Anyway, he had never seen Wu Hai so easy-going.

However, that was all about it. As soon as Wu Hai got on the car, he sat there wordlessly and totally ignored the people inside, losing himself in his own world.