C2 A Real Big Shot!

"No problem, bring the menu!"

The manager was startled. He didn't expect that Zhao Yang would actually pick up the menu and look at it. Could it be that he was addicted to acting cool? He would only stop when he couldn't even take out a cent?

When Zhao Yang flipped to the first page of the menu, he was indeed shocked by the price. Even the cheapest dish cost more than 400 yuan. His eyes widened.

However, on second thought, he was now a rich person. He could order the most expensive dishes. It was nothing to him. He then looked at the menu calmly.

"Let me see. Golden fish wings, pearls chicken, and that signature deep sea lobster."

"Right, I want a private room. Count it as a fee!"

Zhao Yang ordered almost all the dishes that were more than 1,000 yuan on the menu. After he finished speaking, he threw the menu to the side and waited for the guest to calculate the price.

"Heh, he really knows how to act cool!" The guest snorted coldly. She had seen Zhao Yang's shocked expression when he saw the price. Obviously, he couldn't even afford a glass of water. He even pretended to order so many good dishes. Let's see what he would do when he took out the money later.

The guest walked to the counter and calculated the price of the dishes that Zhao Yang had ordered. She impatiently knocked on the table with her finger twice. "Sixteen thousand yuan. Do you want to pay with card or cash?"

"Twenty-six thousand yuan..."

After Zhao Yang heard the price, he seemed to hesitate and started to show a troubled expression.

"Sir, if you can't take out the money, please leave immediately."

Seeing Zhao Yang like this, the manager was not surprised at all. If he could take out the money, then it would be a miracle.

The host was sneering in his heart. He really didn't want to see the coffin without crying. He had to make Zhao Yang lose face to this extent. He was sick!

The man who was ready to watch the show also thought that Zhao Yang couldn't take out the money, so the show was over. He didn't need to continue watching, so he got up and was about to walk into the room.

"It's just this little money. I thought it was expensive. Swipe the card."

Unexpectedly, before he could take two steps, Zhao Yang's voice came from behind him again. This brat wanted to swipe the card? He was still pretending!

When the manager heard this, he did not have a trace of joy on his face. Instead, he frowned even tighter. It was strange that this brat could have money. Why was it not over yet? Could it be that there was something wrong with his brain?

"Shua!" Seeing that no one was talking, Zhao Yang increased his tone.

"If you want to swipe, then swipe. Let's see how long you can pretend!" The host snatched the card from Zhao Yang's hand and stuffed it into the POS machine. He was waiting for the balance to be less than zero. He wanted to see what this poor guy had to say! He really didn't want to lose face.

"Da ~"

Just as the host was waiting to see how Zhao Yang was thrown out, the system notification of the card being swiped sounded from the counter. The host froze on the spot. The card was swiped successfully? There must be a problem with the POS machine.

"Manager, our POS machine is broken!" The receptionist quickly shouted at the manager. How could this poor guy possibly take out twenty thousand yuan?

The manager also didn't believe that Zhao Yang could afford it. He hurriedly ran to the front of the counter and carefully checked the POS machine. However, after searching for a few times, there was no problem.

"The money has been sent over. The message from my side has already arrived. Can you serve the dishes now?" Zhao Yang leaned on the side and took out his phone. He threw it to the manager's side with an indifferent tone.

The manager was stunned. He immediately looked down at Zhao Yang's screen and said, "Successfully paid 26,000 yuan. Your account balance is 9999974,000 yuan."

It would have been fine if he didn't look at it. However, the manager was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. There were so many numbers on it. How much money was that?

He had been the manager of the Gold Silver Restaurant for so many years. He had seen all kinds of rich young masters, but he had never seen anyone with so much savings. Even in the entire Linjiang City, there probably wouldn't be many people like him.

"Humph, do you even need a Nokia? It's so shabby. Manager, I'll chase him out right now and find someone to repair the POS machine." The receptionist didn't even see the message on Zhao Yang's phone. He only saw that Zhao Yang was still using the old Nokia phone, and his face was filled with disdain.

"Shut up! How can you speak like that?"

The moment the receptionist finished speaking, the manager immediately scolded him loudly. His face was ashen, and the receptionist was so scared that he immediately lost his voice.

"Sir, this is your phone." The manager immediately eased up his tone and respectfully returned the phone to Zhao Yang with both hands. Seeing that Zhao Yang had put away the phone, he immediately said, "Sir, we have a top-class private room in our restaurant. We have prepared it for you. You don't have to pay for the extra expenses. Just treat it as an apology."

The receptionist was stunned. A top-class private room cost at least fifty thousand yuan. Now, it was equivalent to giving Zhao Yang a discount. Most importantly, the manager was using such a humble attitude. This was something that had never happened before.

However, after being reprimanded by the manager, the receptionist did not dare to say anything else.

"Manager Lee, I am Zhou Qiang. I have already reserved the best room! You should arrange for someone else!" The man who had been watching the show suddenly walked to the manager's side and put his arm on the manager's shoulder. After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Yang with disdain.

The most famous thing about the Gold Silver Restaurant was the top-class private room with a foreign style. There was only one room, and he was going to use it to support the scene today. How could he be snatched away by a poor-looking brat? Besides, with his identity, he did not believe that Manager Lee would not give him face.

"Is this the son of the boss of the Zhou Sheng Group? I heard that his family is doing very well."

"Yes, yes, yes. It's him. I went to that interview and saw him. Even if that poor kid has tens of thousands of yuan, he can't compare to the real rich second generation!"

"Hmm, I think this kid must have bet on lottery or picked up money to come here to enjoy himself. But I didn't expect to meet someone tough. Poor people are poor lives. If the heavens don't let him enjoy himself, Manager Lee will definitely let Young Master Zhou in."

There were people in the hall who recognized Zhou Qiang's identity and began to whisper.

"Who is it? You booked it? Why didn't I know? It was obviously this gentleman who came first." Manager Lee straightened his body and dodged Zhou Qiang's arm. He patted the shoulder of his suit in disdain.

"There must be rules. Respecting every customer is the rule of our restaurant. If you are not satisfied, you can change to another restaurant."

Zhou Sheng Group was just a medium-sized enterprise. This Zhou Qiang only had a few hundred thousand yuan in his pocket. He was not comparable to Zhao Yang at all.

If Zhao Yang was also a rich second generation, his background would be much higher than Zhou Sheng's father.

Manager Lee knew how to stand in this team.

Zhou Qiang and the other customers in the hall were all stunned. Manager Lee actually didn't give Zhou Qiang any face. Was it because of this poor kid in tattered clothes? Could it be that this kid's background was even greater than Zhou Qiang's?