Chapter 133 The Son From a Super Wealthy Family (1/2)
Hearing Zhe's offer, not even bothering with waiting for Long Fei's opinion, Liu Shuai and Hao Ning both nodded impatiently to show their approval. Hao Ning didn't like McDonald's, even if treated by Liu Shuai. He'd rather go home and have a bowl of Lanzhou Hand-Pulled Noodles instead. While Liu Shuai just didn't want to suffer a financial setback, even if it was only an amount as small as a meal at McDonald's. The two happened to coincide with each other so that the views of both Zhou Yuan and Long Fei were totally ignored.
Zhou Yuan didn't really mind that. He wouldn't feel annoyed by a meal of Italian dishes, which were not even accompanied by the struggling work of making up his words at the table. He was quite satisfied.
While Long Fei murmured, following the group, whispered to Zhou Yuan, ”Zhou Yuan, since we're both gods, let's make it straight. Why Liu Shuai and the others prefer the so-called Italian dishes to steaks?”
”Do you think steaks are tasteful?” Noticing that Long Fei wasn't being funny by pretending a silly, he explained patiently, ”It's weird of you to ask such a question. Don't you know why Liu Shuai resisted that? And you didn't have that, either, did you?”
”Why should I eat that?” Long Fei uttered without thinking and felt a bit embarrassed. He forced a smile, ”I mean, although I don't feel hungry at the absence of one meal, Liu Shuai is a mortal, right? If he felt empty in the stomach, he should have eaten up the steak. It was a little tough, but still precious nutrition anyway. Oh, such expensive steaks, how long it should be before I can afford to treat the whole group with that...”
Long Fei, watching several guys walking before talking and laughing, he felt several twitches in his body, as if the steak was split from the formless fragrance flame of his Long God statue. He could never treasure it enough.
”It's right also to treasure nutrition...” Zhou Yuan lost his words for an explanation at the moment, ”But what you treasure actually depends on what you possess. You save your money by scrimping, and you haven't been at work for long. But after being paid, you will know that a piece of steak of 15 yuan is...”
”That's nutrition as well!” Long Fei spoke forcibly out of his sense of righteousness.
”Yes, it is.” Zhou Yuan smiled weakly, not intended to talk about that further, ”How about...you treat us another meal after you get paid for this month? Let's see if you'll choose the same steak.”
Zhou Yuan's words somehow made sense. Long Fei was hard up all the time, so a buffet of 15 yuan was already too much for him. But as far as he got his salary of over ten thousand yuan, he would change his mindset. It was the basement of finance that decided what to build above. The only thing was that Zhou Yuan understood such a truth, while Long Fei didn't at the lack of related experience. He had no consciousness of that, even if he was the Dragon God.
”Master Hao Ning,” Zhe saw Long Fei and Zhou Yuan talking, caught the chance when Liu Shuai was on the phone and inquired Hao Ning in a low voice, ”What's the relationship between the Dragon God and the bald sir? Oh... You said he was called Liu Shuai? Why I think Liu Shuai seems superior to Dragon God?”
”You're good at telling people and gods by sight.” Hao Ning held back his laugh, nodded, and spoke one word of truth, ”Liu Shuai is the supervisor of Dragon God.”
”Supervisor?” Zhe looked blank. He'd never heard that the Dragon God should have a supervisor. Then he followed Hao Ning, inquired with uncertainty, ”I don't know much about the system in God's world. Isn't that Taibai Jinxing who's known as Dragon God's supervisor?
”Taibai Jinxing? I think you look like a little idiot whose eyes filled with a golden star...” Hao Ning almost laughed at Zhe's ridiculous words, but he admired the imagination included as well. He turned back, watched Liu Shuai, the ”Taibai Jinxing”, pretended to be mysterious, ”We're not allowed to leak any secrets of god. The more you know, the more likely you get exposed to danger. But one thing, we all call him no-haired immortal.” After that, Hao Ning giggled. Liu Shuai has no hair, nor anything else on his head, literally a ”no-haired” immortal.
”Oh, I don't mean to offend, really. You're a no-haired immortal? Though I don't know much about the world of cultivating for immortality, immortals should only be entitled to someone capable. I went too far. Please forgive me.” Zhe signed the cross on his chest, and didn't realize it was a foreign custom until he finished, then he hastily put his palms together ”Sorry for that.”
”No worry. No-haired Immortal is warm-hearted, but hardly involves himself into any stuff on earth.” Hao Ning realized that he was flattering too much, ”As far as you aspire after the true kindness in your heart, you wouldn't be pronounced any fault.”
The Italian restaurant wasn't far away, but it was cunning that it wasn't situated in a shopping mall but on the second floor of one building. Going through the entrance, Hao Ning got to notice that it should be a restaurant more private and more superior. Why did he always step into such unusual ones? Last time it was Zhang Dalong who led him into an interesting teashop. Now Zhe again.
Hao Ning fancied, amused. He saw that the restaurant was distinctive, contrasted to the bustling atmosphere in the hall. Even the waiters dressed up graciously. Zhe, taking Ye, hadn't come in yet. After seeing Zhe, waiters put on a serious look and said something towards the headset. Then walked out a plump foreigner, bowed to Zhe, and said in crappy Chinese, ”Mr. Wang, welcome here. Is another party on schedule?”
”No need.” Zhe was teasing and laughing with the group of Hao Ning in the elevator. Hearing his words, Zhe's face froze, and he had a lean smile at the man in return, which seemed as if the very last drop of water squeezed from a pot-cleaning rag, thin and meaningless. But the foreign man was still quite polite. Zhe said, ”I'll treat my friends a meal. Everything should go as usual.”
”Free of your worry. We'll close for tonight, only at the service of you and your friends.” Finished that, he walked away.
”How sophisticated it is.” Liu Shuai watched him leaving, in an affected considering face, ”Even the position of manager is filled by a foreigner. The only small defect is that at his age. He may fail to understand the taste of youth nowadays.
”Eh...” Ye, still quiet, shook her head lightly, ”Mr. Liu, he's the boss here. Of course, you can call him a manager, since they open only one restaurant in China.”
”Boss?” Awkwardness on Liu Shuai's face, he found no words to sustain the conversation. Appreciative of Ye's word which liberated him from a deeper embarrassment, he smiled and shifted the topic, ”Don't call me Mr. Liu. Liu Shuai is good enough.”
They followed Zhe, and entered a private room fully made of glass, with pretty curtains hanged internally. They went in, and saw warm lamplight shedding on the wooden table, with several decorative trees placed inside. Though Hao Ning couldn't tell the trees, he felt the exquisite thought behind the interior design.
”Ah, excuse me.” Zhe smiled in regret, cupped his hand, ”Everything's so hasty that I can only treat you here. Let's go to my place another day. The chef in my kitchen cooks better.”
”How's that? It's already nice here.” Liu Shuai said mannerly. Although he wasn't clear with the fee level here, he could tell from the decoration that it wouldn't be cheap. Anyway, it was his gain tonight.
”Hao Ning, have a look.” Zhou yuan tapped him and handed him his phone.
”What is it?” Hao Ning sensed that Zhou Yuan was a bit weird. He didn't talk a word all the way. Watching his non-kidding face, he peered at the screen, then his eyeballs were almost shocked to fall down to the earth. It read, ”Soxxx Italian Restaurant, 8000+ yuan per person.”
”Gosh...” Hao Ning glanced at Liu Shuai, who was still laughing and joking with Zhe. They were done, as he thought. Last time he met Zhe, they were just both eating at the bloody fucking restaurant. It didn't matter what was the restaurant really called. It was an ordinary restaurant anyway. But since now, Hao Ning bestowed a new title to it, the Bloody Fucking Restaurant. Hao Ning supposed that Zhe was rich, the level of which allowed him to treat them a meal of one or two hundred yuan per person. He didn't presume that he would bring them here. Was he planning an end of contact with them after the dinner? If they had to recompense him with a similar meal, whom of them could afford such an amount?