At that moment, a portly middle-aged man walked in, arm in arm with a scantily clad woman.
When he saw Gu Wanqing, the middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then took the initiative to greet her, saying, "Isn't this President Gu? What a coincidence that you're here to eat too."
Gu Wanqing's eyes flashed with intense hatred as she said, "Liu Zhiyong, I don't want to see you, and don't try to get close to me. Let's go our separate ways."
Ji Hao suddenly realized.
So this sleazy, greasy man was Liu Zhiyong. No wonder Gu Wanqing had that impatient expression when she saw him.
Liu Zhiyong sneered, "Heh, Mr. Gu, it's fine if you don't want to see me, but without my orders, I'd like to see how your company will continue to operate."
Gu Wanqing said coldly, "No need for you to bother."
Liu Zhiyong said, "I think you should reconsider, Mr. Gu. As long as you agree to my terms, you won't have to worry about orders at all."
"Hey so-and-so, they've already rejected you, why are you still clinging to them like a fly? Isn't that disgusting?" Ji Hao couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but retort.
Liu Zhiyong glanced at Ji Hao and said contemptuously, "Just a kept man, yet he dares to mock me. Haha, young people these days are so arrogant."
“Honey, let’s not bother with this poor guy. He’s dressed like a loser, probably his first time in a luxury hotel. Every word he says is lowering our standards,” the scantily clad woman said.
Her name is Yu Fangfei, and she is Liu Zhiyong's mistress.
“That’s right.” Liu Zhiyong pulled Yu Fangfei to sit at the table next to Ji Hao and said disdainfully, “For a successful person like me to be able to sit next to him is an honor for him.”
The waitress came over and helped Liu Zhiyong take his order.
Liu Zhiyong pointed at Ji Hao and said arrogantly, "Whatever that kid orders, I'll order too."
The waitress said, "Yes, sir."
Ji Hao gave a cold laugh, took the menu, and quietly ordered a caviar, a lobster, a crab, and a bottle of 1982 Lafite.
Gu Wanqing was speechless when she saw it.
Ji Hao deliberately said loudly, "Sister Wanqing, this meal is on me. Just wait and enjoy the delicious food."
Gu Wanqing didn't refuse, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll consider it a meal I owe you. I'll ask you out again next time."
Ji Hao chuckled, knowing full well what Gu Wanqing was thinking, but he didn't expose her. Instead, he called over a waitress and asked, "Miss, did you hear what Mr. Liu said just now?"
The waitress said, "I heard you."
Ji Hao clapped his hands and said, "Okay, please bring Mr. Liu one of the dishes I ordered."
The waitress said, "No problem."
Liu Zhiyong didn't even bother to look at the menu. In his opinion, a female boss who was about to go bankrupt was keeping a gigolo. How expensive could their meal be? At most, it would only cost a few thousand yuan, which was nothing.
But when a serving of caviar was served, Liu Zhiyong's eyelids twitched. This stuff didn't seem cheap. What was going on?
Then, when a bottle of 1982 Lafite and two servings of high-end seafood were delivered, Liu Zhiyong completely lost his composure and immediately called over the waiter.
"What's wrong with you guys? You even served the wrong dish. Do you even want to stay in business?" Liu Zhiyong shouted loudly, as if he wanted everyone to know.
"Mr. Liu, we served the dishes exactly as you requested, there's absolutely no mistake," the waitress said, pointing at Ji Hao.
Liu Zhiyong instantly realized what was happening.
But this doesn't make sense. Didn't that kid say he was treating? Where did he get the money to order such expensive dishes?
Liu Zhiyong said in a deep voice, "Miss, I have a suggestion for your hotel. If a customer orders a very expensive dish, it is best to let them pay first to prevent them from taking advantage of the situation and dine and dash."
The waitress said, "I will pass on your suggestion to the manager."
Ji Hao didn't mind and said with a smile, "Miss, let me pay the bill first."
"Okay." The waitress brought over the card reader and said softly, "Sir, the total is 130,000."
“No problem.” Ji Hao took out his bank card and swiped it lightly.
Beep!
Congratulations on your successful card transaction!
130,000 was transferred in an instant.
The waitress's eyes lit up; it turned out this handsome guy was a rich second-generation.
Liu Zhiyong and Yu Fangfei exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.
This guy's supposed to be a poor loser, how come he...?
Ji Hao smiled and said, "Miss, I have a suggestion for your hotel. If a guest orders a very expensive dish, it's best to let them pay first to prevent them from taking advantage of the situation and dine and dash."
Liu Zhiyong's face turned bright red. Although he was the company boss, he had recently lost over a million yuan gambling and only had 100,000 yuan left in his account. He simply couldn't afford to pay for this meal.
God knows that bastard actually ordered caviar and 1982 Lafite. It's infuriating!
Why do rich people pretend to be poor? Damn it!
The waitress approached Liu Zhiyong and smiled slightly, saying, "Mr. Liu, what do you think..."
Yu Fangfei said, "Darling, why don't you pay the money first? 130,000 is nothing to you. Otherwise, some petty people will get cocky and look down on us."
Liu Zhiyong tensed up and forced himself to say, "No... don't rush, I'll pay the bill after we finish eating."
Ji Hao sneered, "Could it be that you can't afford to pay and want to dine and dash?"
“Who said I can’t afford to pay?” Liu Zhiyong broke down instantly, forcing himself to say, “My foot is just a little numb. I’ll pay at the front desk once it’s healed.”
The waitress felt contempt, but didn't make a big deal out of it.
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