C277 The Beautiful Waitress Her First Encounter

"It's really 100,000!" exclaimed the waitress in astonishment.

Even in a four-star hotel, it was exceedingly rare to see a single payment of 100,000 yuan.

And to pay so effortlessly, without so much as a wrinkle of his brow—he must be incredibly wealthy!

The beautiful waitress couldn't resist giving Lin Dong several more glances, her curiosity piqued.

Meanwhile, the nouveau riche man, accompanied by two women, looked visibly upset. He had just scoffed at Lin Dong as someone who couldn't scrape together 7,000 yuan.

To his astonishment, Lin Dong had effortlessly produced 100,000 yuan. The man himself would have winced at parting with 7,000 yuan, let alone 100,000.

The contrast between them couldn't have been starker.

"Hey, didn't you just say that if I could come up with seventy thousand, you'd kowtow and call me daddy? Time to make good on that," Lin Dong said coolly, hands in his pockets, as he faced the man across from him.

The man's face contorted with shock. He forced a laugh, "Who said that? You must be imagining things. I never said that!"

His voice lacked its previous domineering tone, now tinged with timidity.

Clearly, Lin Dong appeared to be far wealthier than him.

And so young! If he were the scion of a rich family, his prospects and connections would be formidable—far beyond what a mere BMW owner could contend with.

Lin Dong just chuckled. He wasn't interested in dealing with the upstart.

His display of wealth had merely been a response to the man's earlier arrogance.

"Hehe, how embarrassing," remarked the beautiful waitress.

The nouveau riche man glared, on the verge of an outburst.

But one look at Lin Dong, and his anger subsided significantly.

He was evidently intimidated by Lin Dong.

The pretty waitress, undaunted by the man, turned to Lin Dong and said, "Sir, your presidential suite is ready. Here's your key card; I'll escort you there."

Following his bold and principled stand, Lin Dong's stature in the eyes of the waitress had soared.

Eager to distance herself from the unpleasant encounter with the upstart, she personally guided Lin Dong to his room, sparing herself any further discontent.

Lin Dong observed the waitress with a hidden smile.

The waitress had quite the temper, hardly fitting the typical image of her role.

They entered the elevator and ascended directly to the top floor.

This was the location of the presidential suite.

The suite was undeniably luxurious, with doors crafted from solid wood, their grain patterns exuding natural elegance.

Inside, the floor was carpeted, the fabric immaculately clean.

The front desk receptionist began to explain, "Our carpets are imported, meticulously woven from pure wool. The room's tea set is also crafted from solid wood, showcasing a Nordic design..."

"That's enough. I don't need all the details; I just need some sleep. Please leave," Lin Dong interrupted, gesturing for the waitress to stop.

His tolerance for alcohol was low. He hadn't drunk much, but his head was spinning, and sleep was all he craved.

The waitress's face tensed momentarily.

She was attractive, accustomed to men vying for her attention, yet Lin Dong seemed utterly indifferent to her charms, as if he were shooing away a nuisance.

Biting back her irritation, she puffed out her cheeks and said, "I hope you enjoy your stay. Goodbye!"

With that, she turned and left. Lin Dong followed suit.

As the waitress anticipated a call from him, she was taken aback when Lin Dong simply pressed his hand against the door, closing it firmly behind him.

Thud!

The door slammed shut, leaving her staring at the barrier before her, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Any positive impression she had of Lin Dong had vanished.

She paused at the door, then pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Sister Lala, I need you to look someone up for me. His name is Lin Dong..."