C7 We Were Cheated in Our Own Restaurant!

"Mistgrass, Xuan, you've gone viral! Quick, check out the campus forum!"

Wang Qiang blurted out mid-bite.

Yang Ming and Faang Shiming immediately logged onto the forum.

On the first day back at school, the campus beauty herself showed up at the gates to meet someone. Who was this lucky guy?

The campus beauty's grand entrance!

Beneath the dorms, she was spotted standing close to a guy, looking cozy. What's their story? An LSP dying to worship at her feet brings you 18 hot takes.

Kid, step outside. I challenge you to a duel! Only the victor deserves the campus beauty!

Out of the top ten news stories, four revolved around the campus beauty.

Zhang Xuan took a quick look and said with a sigh, "Old Wang, you've got it wrong. I'm not on fire; I'm being burned at the stake!"

He had anticipated some buzz, but the uproar was beyond his comprehension.

She was just the campus beauty, after all. How could she stir up such a frenzy?

She wasn't a celebrity making an entrance. The school's reporters were more sensationalist than the most rabid paparazzi.

Damn, he never wanted fame.

If the stories were true, he could have dealt with it.

But they were all fabrications.

He had no connection to the campus beauty; they were complete strangers. It was a colossal misunderstanding.

Zhang Xuan could only hope the situation would die down soon.

"Bro Xuan, you're the man!"

"Wow, covering the campus beauty's mouth and getting cozy all the way from the dorms!"

The trio checked out the photos on the forum, then looked at Zhang Xuan and silently upvoted the uploader.

Feeling their stares, Zhang Xuan faced them earnestly and declared, "Brothers, I swear on my life, I have absolutely nothing to do with the campus beauty."

In the midst of this, his phone rang. Zhang Xuan glanced at the unfamiliar number and answered with curiosity.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhang Xuan?"

"Yes, speaking. Who's this?"

"Hello, I'm Wang Chuan, the general manager of Peach House. Where are you at the moment? I'd like to meet with you."

"Come on over now, I'm dining at Peach House."

"Hold on, I'm on my way!"

Wang Chuan felt a jolt of anxiety upon learning that his boss was at Peach House.

Was the boss's visit to Peach House at this hour a covert inspection?

"Squeak!"

Right after Zhang Xuan ended the call, someone opened the door to the private room and entered, holding a bottle of red wine.

The four diners gave the newcomer quizzical looks. The man beamed with enthusiasm and announced, "Boss Zhang, your red wine has arrived!"

He confidently approached Zhang Xuan.

Realizing the mix-up, the four diners weren't concerned—it was a common mistake.

Zhang Xuan rose to clarify, but before he could, he froze.

"Crash!"

The man extended the red wine towards Zhang Xuan, but before it reached him, his grip loosened, and the bottle shattered on the floor, its rich aroma filling the air.

"You've mistaken me for someone else; there's no Boss Zhang here!"

The situation was awkward, but Zhang Xuan, uninvolved, attempted to clarify.

"What?" The man's reaction was unexpectedly explosive, nearly leaping in the air.

"You shattered my red wine and think you can just walk away by claiming a case of mistaken identity? Do you realize how much this bottle costs?"

"Listen, kid, this is a '45 Romanée-Conti. You ordered it, I brought it to you, and you deliberately let it fall. You can't just say it wasn't your order and expect to get off scot-free. Are you messing with me? Do you even know where you are? This is Peach House, and nobody dares to make trouble here!"

"Quite the character, aren't you?"

Bian Chengmin pointed at Zhang Xuan's nose and bellowed.

With one glance, everyone grasped the situation—they were being conned.

Zhang Xuan was livid, not just because of the scam, but also because Peach House was his own establishment. This man's actions were tarnishing the reputation of Peach House.

He hadn't expected to run into such an ordeal on his very first visit.

A 45-year-old Romanée-Conti? Was someone pulling his leg?

Could a wine of such value really be found here?

A hint of amusement twinkled in Bian Chengmin's eyes. As the manager of Peach House, he had the establishment's clout behind him; dealing with a young upstart was child's play.

He had already pocketed 10,000 yuan and earned the friendship of Qin Shaotian, the heir of Lerwick Industry. With the right moves, he could squeeze even more money out of the youngster before him.

And if the kid denied it, what was there to fear? This was Peach House, after all!

There was once a brash rich kid from out of town who tried to throw his weight around here, even threatening to wreck the place. The very next day, he was back, humbly kneeling and apologizing.

"You're freaking scamming me! Xuan, don't waste your time on him. This guy's clearly trying to hustle you! We'll vouch for you; he's the one who broke the bottle himself!"

Faang Shiming and Wang Qiang were incensed, voicing their objections loudly.

Yang Ming's brow furrowed. The situation was complicated, and he was well aware of the influence behind Peach House. Who would dare pull a scam here?

There had to be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes!

He cast a puzzled glance at Zhang Xuan, trying to figure out who Zhang Xuan had crossed. Someone was out to get him.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm the manager of Peach House. Do you really think I'd do something to damage my own reputation? Enough talk, hand over the money!"

Bian Chengmin's threat was ice-cold.

Zhang Xuan seethed with rage upon realizing that this man was indeed the manager of Peach House.

He remained composed, sitting down calmly and fixing Bian Chengmin with a steady gaze. "What's your name? Are you truly the manager of Peach House?"

"What, you think someone would dare to impersonate a Peach House employee? Here's my badge! Cough up the cash, kid—four million!"

Bian Chengmin's pride was wounded by Zhang Xuan's composure, and he slammed his badge down on the table.

"Four million? Are you certain?"

"The general manager of Peach House is due to arrive soon, isn't he?" He intended to question this man about his management of the staff.

Zhang Xuan would never tolerate such individuals in his restaurant!

Demanding four million from a customer just like that? His audacity knew no bounds.

When Bian Chengmin heard Zhang Xuan's words, he mistook them for a sign of submission and couldn't help but swell with pride. "Absolutely sure, completely certain!"

"Xuan, ignore this guy's nonsense. I'll figure something out!"

Wang Qiang's anger was ignited by Bian Chengmin's brazenness.

Yang Ming had already pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Just then, Zhang Xuan's phone began to ring.

He glanced at the caller ID and spoke calmly, "I'm in VIP room 16."

After those words, he ended the call.

In the lobby, Wang Chuan's face went through a series of rapid changes, a wave of panic crashing over him.

'This is bad.' The new boss's tone was off; it seemed like real trouble was brewing!

He quickly turned to the attendant beside him and inquired, "Who's on shift today?"

"The General Manager, it's Manager Bian!"

"And where is he now?"

"Manager Bian has gone to VIP room 16!"

With the attendant's response, Wang Chuan's complexion turned ghostly white.

Had that fool, Bian Chengmin, really managed to anger the boss?