my charming lady boss

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Yan Jiadong also smiled heartily when he heard the words.

Fang Zhicheng drove a certain distance, and Yan Jiadong noticed a western food restaurant outside the car window, which seemed to arouse his own memories and said with a smile: "I saved tens of millions today, and I found some things. I will treat you to western food. After eating Go back again! Just park at the one in front!"

Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "That's so emotional, I'm beating a local tyrant today!"

After talking, the car turned a corner, and the two of them heard a dispute as soon as they got out of the car.

Chapter 968 The Strange Old Man

The receptionist at the entrance of the western restaurant was arguing with someone, and he became even more impatient when he saw Yan Jiadong's car stop.

Yan Jiadong and Fang Zhicheng got out of the car and saw that the person arguing with the waiter was just an old man in simple clothes.

Wearing a dark blue plain gown in this era is actually a bit special, and the color looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time, and there is an erhu on the back, which makes people think of beggars in the store.

However, the old man seemed to be in good spirits, without the vicissitudes and decadence of a beggar, and his belly was a little fat, and he seemed to be seriously arguing with the waiter.

When the waiter saw Yan Jiadong's luxury car stop, he ignored the old man and came to greet Yan Jiadong and them.

The old man chased the waiter over reluctantly: "You are trying to reason, why don't you let me in."

Yan Jiadong looked at the waiter and asked, "What's going on?"

The waiter smiled and said: "I'm sorry, this person wants to eat in the restaurant, but no matter how you look at it, he is a busker. I have seen this kind of person a lot. He goes in and asks for money under the guise of eating. This will make our guests feel uncomfortable." I will also be punished by the manager if I don’t enjoy the meal.”

The old man asked displeasedly: "Hey, don't speak so harshly, why am I asking for money under the guise of eating? Do I look like a beggar? Look like someone asking for money? I'm here to eat? Is this how you treat guests? Call your manager out, I want to complain to you!"

The waiter cried and said: "Master, don't embarrass me. I really can't let you in. If you want to go in, I will lose my job. I don't look down on you. It's very expensive to eat here. Besides, you can see When we come to our western restaurant, which is a relatively elegant place, it is really hard for people to believe your words when you are dressed like this."

Yan Jiadong finally understood. Although the waiter judged people by appearance, he would not dare to take the risk to let him in.

This old man is dressed like a beggar in a store, but few people who can eat in a western restaurant will wear it like this.

The old man asked very stubbornly: "What's wrong with me wearing this? I have been wearing this for decades, and it was called fashion in our time.

I also happened to catch up today, otherwise you would not be qualified to invite me in for a meal in such a small place! "

The waiter laughed and said, "Master, you are right. How about this? I'll give you the money. How about going to the noodle restaurant across the street to have a bowl of beef noodles?"

The old man said stubbornly: "No! I want to eat steak today, and I want to eat your best steak. Don't worry about it, I'm not short of money, old man!"

The old man's words sounded like bragging to outsiders.

However, Yan Jiadong looked at this old man carefully. Although he was dressed a bit crudely, the spirit of this old man was not possessed by ordinary old people.

In a heartbeat, he said: "That's it, I'll take this old man in to have dinner with me."

The waiter hesitated and said, "Sir, isn't this very good?"

Yan Jiadong waved his hand and said, "It's okay, if your manager blames it, just say it's my fault!"

The waiter looked at Yan Jiadong's Mercedes-Benz logo, and seemed to be considering the consequences of doing so.

Then the old man got a little impatient: "I said you boy, others agreed to take me in and you went in. What are you doing? You don't want to take responsibility anymore."

The waiter nodded and said, "Okay, then if this old man really troubles other guests, this gentleman has to ask you to explain it to me!"

Yan Jiadong agreed: "Okay!"

Then he made a gesture of invitation to the old man: "Old man, please."

The old man smiled heartily and said, "You are a young man who knows how to respect the old and love the young."

After speaking, with his hands behind his back, he walked in with his head held high.

Fang Zhicheng followed behind and wanted to ask, but Yan Jiadong didn't explain much.

Walking into the western restaurant, Yan Jiadong said to the waiter: "Arrange a private room for me. In case this old man is too noisy, you can bring my private room to eat with me."

The waiter nodded and invited Yan Jiadong into a private room.

As a matter of course, the old man walked in, carefully put down the erhu on his body, and said to the waiter: "Give me ten servings of your goddamn steaks, and you can figure out what the side dishes are, and then make them." Two bottles of good wine."

Then he said to Yan Jiadong who was still standing: "Young students, sit down wherever you want, you are welcome, I will order some for you."

Yan Jiadong and Fang Zhicheng glanced at each other, thinking that the old man was too rude, did he really plan to treat him.

The waiter finally wrote down the menu and said: "Sir, ten Kobe steaks are [-]. As for wine, do you think Lafite is okay? A bottle of [-]."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Yes, go as soon as possible."

The waiter smiled and said, "It's a total of one hundred and eight thousand. Please pay the bill first."

The old man was unmoved, but just looked at Yan Jiadong.

The old man found the waiter staring at him and said: "What do you think I am doing? The young man pays!"

After hearing this sentence, Fang Zhicheng became angry: "Hey, what's the matter with you, old man? It would be nice if my boss showed kindness and brought you in. When did he say he was going to treat you, and you have a big appetite? Very Kobe steak? Can you eat it?"

The old man said lightly: "I think it's good for the younger generation. How about I make a bet with you? If I win, will you treat me to dinner?"

Fang Zhicheng said angrily: "My boss, why should I bet with you? Didn't you come to eat by yourself? Didn't you bring any money?"

I blushed a little when I heard this, and then looked at Yan Jiadong to hear what he meant.

Yan Jiadong thought for a while and said, "Old man, first tell me what you want to bet on?"

The old man looked at the waiter and said, "You go out first, and you will be called later before coming in. I have something to tell him."

The waiter glanced at Yan Jiadong, Yan Jiadong nodded, and the waiter walked out.

Only then did the old man say: "Young students, you two should be practicing family sons, right? Have you practiced some kung fu?"

Fang Zhicheng asked dissatisfied: "What does our kung fu practice have to do with you?"

The old man said calmly, "Young man, have you ever heard of mountains beyond mountains? You have a button on your collar. I'll bet you that I'll take it three steps away."

Fang Zhicheng said sarcastically, "Are you kidding me? Take the slit from my collar while taking a walk?"

After seeing Ye Youde reach out his hand, Yan Jiadong was extra careful about some mysterious people. Could it be that this old man is also a newly born master?

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Mr., please try it."

After speaking, Fang Zhicheng gestured.

Fang Zhicheng stood up, looked at the old man arrogantly and said, "Okay, then you can try it, I also want to see how you pick the slit on my collar."

The old man stood up with a smile, and walked three steps away from Fang Zhicheng.