"Call your boss over here. Do you still want to open a store in the capital? Thirty-eight thousand? Why don't you just rob us!" When Zhao Leling and her two companions finished their meal and called for the bill, the waiter came over with a receipt.
More than 38,000, the change was rounded down.
But when Zhao Leling heard the spending figures, she jumped up.
This is outrageous! We only ate some steak and drank some mushroom soup, and they charged us 38,000 for alcohol and beverages.
The dignified head of state has actually opened a black market.
I'll kill you all.
When the boss arrived, he started explaining what items were expensive, but Zhao Leling wouldn't listen! She kept yelling that it was a rip-off shop.
This has attracted the attention of customers in the store; could it really be a shady establishment?
Seeing that the shop sign was about to be smashed, the shop owner hurriedly sent someone to call the police.
Anyone who can open a Western-style restaurant in the capital is no pushover.
The boss was afraid that Zhao Leling would run away, so he asked several kitchen helpers to keep an eye on them.
After the police arrived, they understood the situation. The food was indeed expensive, including red wine, caviar, and black truffles.
Black truffles alone cost 17,000 to 18,000 yuan per catty (500 grams), and that's in US dollars.
Add to that caviar, which is comparable to gold, costing seventy or eighty yuan per gram, and even a small bottle contains one hundred grams.
Red wine is the second most famous brand in the country; in a word, it's expensive.
In short, I charged him 38,000 yuan, but I basically didn't make any money.
"Lingzi, we're not going to let that kid from Hong Kong screw us over, are we? He must know a lot about these things, otherwise a country bumpkin like him would just order expensive stuff." Qian Rongbin, who hadn't said much until now, reminded him.
“Exactly!” Zhang Jie nodded in agreement.
There's no other way; things have escalated to this point, so the money has to be paid!
Where would a student like him get so much money?
This isn't just three or five hundred, it's over thirty thousand.
A meal can cost half a house; no one can stand that, so they have to call for help.
He made countless phone calls, but not a single one offered to pay for his bills.
In the end, it was his father who came to clean up his mess.
Of course, it wasn't that his father could come up with this huge sum of money; rather, he could simply make a phone call and have a subordinate unit come and settle the bill.
When Zhao Leling gets home, she's guaranteed a meal of stewed meat with a belt.
There are several hotels opened by foreign investors in the capital, including the Jianguo Hotel and the Jinglun Hotel.
Xing Baohua and his group went to the Jianguo Hotel to have another Western meal. Although the chef was also Chinese, the food was much more refined and tasted better than the previous one.
Especially the best ingredients, all ruined.
Peng Qian took a small bite of the steak and was surprised to find it so tender.
Unfortunately, she couldn't eat anymore.
He could only watch as Xing Baohua and Su Ya ate and chatted about other things.
This also broadened Peng Qian's horizons, showing her things like breakfast soup and the need to decan red wine before drinking it.
Dessert and ice cream after the meal.
While eating dessert, the three chatted, and Peng Qian asked Xing Baohua, "Why didn't you order that charcoal-black mushroom soup?"
“Truffles are overpriced, costing tens of thousands of US dollars per pound, and they taste terrible if not cooked properly. It's a waste not to eat them after cooking them,” Xing Baohua said.
"What!" Peng Qian almost thought she had misheard. Such a small piece of charcoal cost tens of thousands of US dollars per kilogram, even more expensive than gold.
Suddenly remembering caviar, she asked eagerly, "What about caviar? Is it expensive too?"
"Well, how much is gold per gram? How much is that thing per gram? The difference isn't much more than a few dollars."
At this moment, Peng Qian silently mourned for Zhao Leling.
Suddenly, Peng Qian remembered overhearing Su Ya whisper to Xing Baohua at the dinner table, "Is that one of ours too?"
That was when the "happy water" was served. Could it be referring to the "happy water" itself? To confirm, I asked, "Suya, the 'happy water' you mentioned before, is it also from our company? What's going on?"
Su Ya gestured towards Xing Baohua with her chin and said, "Shareholder. He only owns a little over 7%."
Peng Qian stared in disbelief, her mouth agape. She looked at Xing Baohua with even greater surprise, then at Su Ya.
As if realizing something, she asked again, "You're not also a shareholder of rice, are you?"
Su Ya nodded in agreement with Xing Baohua and said, "He's a major shareholder. The largest shareholder."
"If I buy your products, can you give me a discount?" Peng Qian didn't know what to say, but blurted out this question as if possessed.
“Sure.” Xing Baohua finished speaking and was about to say that he could give it to her, but Peng Qian hurriedly said, “I want the overseas version. Don’t try to fool me with the domestic version.”
"Pfft!" Su Ya choked on her water after hearing that.
After coughing for a while, Xing Baohua patted her back to help her catch her breath. Once she felt better, he took out his cell phone and pager and pushed them toward Peng Qian, saying, "He's giving something away. There are no different versions, only limited editions! Look at the unique logo and the one-of-a-kind color."
"This..." Peng Qian was speechless again. She realized that Zhao Leling was not only a country bumpkin, but she had become one as well.
This is incredibly embarrassing.
After dinner, Xing Baohua first took Peng Qian home, and Su Ya naturally followed Xing Baohua back to the hotel she had booked nearby.
The next day, Xing Baohua began sending local specialties to his acquaintances and associates.
That evening, Xing Baohua met Li Xiangyang at a small restaurant that resembled a traditional courtyard house.
"Brother, if you've come all the way to the capital to find me, it must be something important. Tell me, and I'll do my best to help," Li Xiangyang said, pouring Xing Baohua a full glass of wine after he sat down.
"Make me two LCD TV production lines, assembly lines, and send some technicians over to help me train apprentices," Xing Baohua said bluntly.
Li Xiangyang was just about to pick up a piece of food when he heard Xing Baohua say this and froze.
"Are you kidding me?" Li Xiangyang said.
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