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Xiao Restaurant

Chen Xiao hadn't been here in a long time; Liu Haoran was hosting tonight. He knew Zhao Hui was returning to Jiangzhou today, so he specially rushed back from Shanghai. It was obvious his real intention wasn't the food.

When Zhao Hui called Chen Xiao to say that Liu Haoran was treating everyone, Chen Xiao laughed. He and Zhao Hui often met in Shanghai, so he wouldn't make a special trip to Jiangzhou just for Zhao Hui; his destination was definitely himself.

Chen Xiao was giving face to this old acquaintance who had been one of the first to approach him.

Liu Haoran was overjoyed because Xu Jia had now become the regional general manager, and the Hanjiang branch of Yinuo Group was under Xu Jia's jurisdiction. Therefore, Liu Haoran had almost no reason to come to Jiangzhou now. Since he was not from Jiangzhou, he came even less often.

He didn't miss Jiangzhou, but after not seeing President Chen for so long, he felt marginalized. This feeling left him feeling empty, and he was afraid that his current glory might suddenly disappear one day.

The chairman's trust in him stemmed from his close relationship with General Manager Chen. Without that connection, Liu Haoran would have remained a regional general manager for life. What qualifications did he have to be a regional general manager, a group vice president, and a vice president with such significant influence at headquarters?

Liu Haoran arrived at the private room early. Zhao Hui told him to come directly to the hotel and go home with President Chen that evening. Liu Haoran calculated the time and figured he should be arriving soon, so he quickly went out to the door to meet him.

Zhao Hui used to be his subordinate, but now their status in the business world is completely different. Although Liu Haoran has also made great progress, compared to the vice president of Junxiao Business Management, what does that amount to?

As I walked out of the private room, I heard the guests in the opposite room shouting something, seemingly cursing at the waiter.

"Do you even know what kind of wine this is? You only make a few dollars a month, can you afford to lose it? Huh?"

Liu Haoran heard a man shouting inside, probably because the waiter had accidentally spilled his drink, which was probably quite expensive.

I chuckled and didn't think much of it. The customer was a bit sarcastic, but the waiter was just as clumsy and careless.

Hearing about the expensive wine, Liu Haoran thought about tonight's drinks. Boss Zhao had told him not to prepare anything; he had 30-year-old Moutai in his car, so they could drink that. He added that Boss Chen had even better wine, and he could get it from him.

Liu Haoran thought to himself, "You're his brother-in-law, you can do whatever you want. Would I dare say that? Even if President Chen is very informal with me, I should still have some sense of propriety."

After standing outside for a while, Zhao Hui's car arrived. Liu Haoran saw General Manager Wu with Zhao Hui and quickly went up to greet him.

Mr. Wu didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Liu Haoran, after all, he was his boss's former leader. "Hello, Mr. Liu—", he said, bowing as he ran over to shake hands with Liu Haoran.

Zhao Hui's official car is still the Guanghui 009. The Rolls-Royce Cullinan that Chen Xiao gave him is used in Jiangzhou. Wang Yan has been driving it when she went home to visit relatives these past two days.

Now that Wang Yan has returned to her parents' home, it's like a concubine returning to her parents' home; she's no longer the servant girl she used to be.

"No need to bring any alcohol. Mr. Chen just messaged me saying he'll be bringing some. Looks like we're in for a treat tonight—"

Liu Haoran and General Manager Wu laughed heartily, acknowledging that they were truly fortunate to have such a good meal. General Manager Zhao certainly wouldn't lack for fine wine; the Zhao family lived right next door to General Manager Chen, and whatever good wine the Chen family had, the Zhao family could enjoy it too.

"Mr. Chen is still a while away; he has some important work to finish. Let us go in and order the food first."

None of them knew that President Chen's important job was to participate in the lottery in the game, and then he took Zhang Ziqian through several dungeons.

As they walked inside, Liu Haoran remembered what had happened in the private room across the hall and chuckled, "Speaking of good wine, one of the waiters across from us spilled a customer's drink and is getting scolded by the customer right now."

Zhao Hui smiled but didn't say anything; it wasn't his business. To act like one could die from spilling a bottle of wine—what if it was the kind of wine President Chen brought? Wouldn't that kill him?
When we arrived at the door of the private room, sure enough, we could still hear the guests across the room cursing: "What the hell are you going to do about this? Do you even recognize this liquor? It's 30-year-old Moutai. You spilled it, how are you going to compensate me?"

30-year-old Moutai is indeed expensive; it probably costs the waiter several months' wages. Zhao Hui looked down on the customer inside. Being able to drink 30-year-old Moutai meant he was clearly wealthy; why make things difficult for a waiter? Judging from Liu Haoran's tone, he'd been cursing for almost half an hour—was it really necessary?

"What do you suggest we do? I don't have that much money right now. How about I give you an IOU?"

Zhao Hui stopped abruptly, and Liu Haoran and President Wu immediately looked at him. They noticed Zhao Hui turning his head to look at the opposite private room, and their brows furrowed.

"You're going to write an IOU? Do you think your IOU is a check? You've run away, where am I supposed to find you?"

"I won't run away. I can give you my home address or leave my ID card with me."

"Home address? ID card? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're so important? What if you're penniless and can't even afford to sell your house to pay for the damages?"

Liu Haoran glanced at President Wu and whispered, "This man is a bit too harsh. Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground; it's just a bottle of wine."

Suddenly seeing Zhao Hui walk towards the opposite private room, Liu Haoran was taken aback, then followed with General Manager Wu. He didn't understand what was going on with General Manager Zhao; did he know the people inside?

Inside the private room, two middle-aged men were lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, hurling insults. A young man in a waiter's uniform stood there, head bowed, looking utterly aggrieved as he listened to the scolding. If his temper hadn't improved recently, he would have gone and beaten those two up this morning. He'd only been working there for half a month and wasn't very skilled yet. While cleaning the room, he'd accidentally spilled some of their liquor on the floor, and the two men were making a scene.

It's just a 30-year-old Moutai, right? His family isn't short of that kind of liquor. It's just that his father recently cut off his food supply, forcing him to leave home and fend for himself. Now that this has happened, he really doesn't have the money to pay for it.

I've only been working here for less than a month, and even if I had been paid, I couldn't afford to pay the damages. I thought I could just give them a piece of my mind and that would be the end of it, but these two guys are really going too far; they insist that the shop owner fire them.

The restaurant manager was also frustrated; what kind of situation was this? The bottle of wine was indeed quite valuable, and the restaurant couldn't possibly compensate the new employee for the loss. Therefore, they had no choice but to dismiss the employee, as requested by the customer.

"Zhao Liang—", the manager looked at the young man helplessly, meaning—sorry.

Zhao Liang certainly didn't want to quit his job. He was only a high school graduate, and apart from jobs like waiter, no one wanted him. Leaving would mean finding another waiter's job, and with the current economic climate, many restaurants were laying off staff. A decent job like at Xiao Restaurant would be hard to come by again.

Thinking of this, he said, "Gentlemen, how about this? Give me a day, and I'll return a bottle of 30-year-old Moutai to you tomorrow, okay?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "Give me back a bottle? Do you think this wine is like mineral water, something anyone can get their hands on? Someone like you can't even buy a genuine bottle of Feitian Moutai, and you want me to give you a bottle of 30-year-old Moutai?" The meaning was clear: he didn't believe Zhao Liang could produce 30-year-old Moutai and thought he was trying to fool him with a fake bottle.

Zhao Liang retorted angrily, "You can have it appraised. I'm willing to pay ten times the price for any counterfeit product—I can even give you a written agreement." The wine in his house was mostly given to him by Xiang Jun or Boss Chen; how could there possibly be counterfeit wine?

"No, not even your family, not even your entire clan as guarantors, I wouldn't trust you. You have to be expelled—"

"You've been cursing me for so long, and now you want the store to fire me? Isn't that going too far?" Zhao Liang protested.

"Excessive? I am excessive, so what can you do about it?" the middle-aged balding man laughed arrogantly.

Another middle-aged man standing nearby said, "Why are you arguing with a nobody?" "This is the manager, right? Tell him to get lost—deduct his wages to compensate Lao Liu, and that's it."

The manager sighed; this was the only option. However, it might not be a bad thing for Zhao Liang. His wages weren't much; if he had to pay for the bottle of wine, he'd lose almost half a year's salary.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door of the private room, indicating someone was entering. Several people simultaneously looked towards the entrance. Mr. Liu was startled, then his expression changed drastically—

He recognized Zhao Hui; the first time he was in Zichen Palace, Zhao Hui smashed a wine bottle in his face, and later Ma Jian dragged him out like a dead dog and beat him up again.

This person was with President Chen. He quickly stood up and said, "Hello—". President Zhang next to him was confused. Old Liu was a real disgrace. He acted like he could fawn over anyone.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Liang's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural. After the incident at Zichen Palace, he had been causing trouble outside under the guise of Zhao Hui and Chen Xiao, and Zhao Hui had demanded that he leave the family and become independent, with the Zhao family no longer providing him with any mission support.

Although Uncle Zhao doted on his son, he dared not disobey Zhao Hui's orders. Despite being an elder, Zhao Hui was now essentially the de facto "patriarch" of the Zhao family.

Seeing his cousin, Zhao Liang felt both scared and aggrieved, and stared blankly as Zhao Hui entered.

Zhao Hui turned to the bodyguard beside him and said, "Go to the car and get two bottles of 30-year-old Moutai." Then he found a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at President Liu, who was bending over in front of him: "You don't have to worry about my liquor being fake, do you?"

Ah—, Mr. Liu's expression changed. He glanced at Zhao Liang, wondering if he was here to stand up for him. But what he saw next shocked him. He noticed a striking resemblance between Zhao Liang and Zhao Hui's features. He was immediately horrified, staring at Zhao Hui with a look of horror: "This, who is this young man?"

He said calmly, "My younger brother—"

With a thud, General Manager Liu collapsed to the ground, startling General Manager Zhang and the manager of Xiao Restaurant. General Manager Liu was usually very arrogant; otherwise, he wouldn't have lectured Zhao Liang for half an hour today and forced the restaurant to fire him.

But this arrogant man was so frightened upon hearing that Zhao Liang was this man's brother. President Zhang remained silent, knowing that this man was definitely not simple. Although he was wealthy, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake; he wouldn't speak up until he understood the situation.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao—I was wrong, I'm guilty. Please forgive me."

Zhao Hui watched as the man outside pushed open the door, carrying two bottles of 30-year-old Moutai. He gestured for Zhao Hui to unpack them.

"My brother ruined your wine, so it's only right that he compensates you." He took a bottle of wine and handed it over. "Take a look and see if it's real or fake?"

Mr. Liu trembled with fear: "Mr. Zhao, no need to compensate, no need to compensate—"

The manager of Xiao Restaurant cursed under his breath, "If only you had been more sensible earlier. You scolded Zhao Liang for half an hour and made me stand here for ages. Now look what's happened, a tough guy has arrived. Let's see how you handle this."

"That won't do. Do you look down on the Zhao family? You can't even afford to pay for one bottle of wine? I'll not only pay for it, I'll pay for two bottles."

Mr. Liu was taken aback, not knowing what it meant. Was Mr. Zhao being so easy to talk to? Last time at the KTV, he was quite ruthless.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Zhao—"

Nodding, Zhao Hui said to the bodyguard, "Open both bottles and let President Liu verify their authenticity."

"Authentication? Mr. Zhao, this is real, it's real, no need for authentication—"

Zhao Hui then said to Zhao Liang, "You ruined someone else's wine, so you should pay for it. Not only should you pay, but you should also pay for genuine wine—"

Zhao Liang realized at this moment that his cousin had come to help him get revenge, but he still couldn't understand what Zhao Hui was saying. Then he heard Zhao Hui say, "You need to let President Liu personally judge whether this is real or fake."

"Personally taste it?" Now Zhao Liang understood, and everyone present understood too. This meant they wanted Zhao Liang to force President Liu to drink both bottles of wine.

Damn, does it have to be this ruthless? After Mr. Liu finishes drinking this, can he just go straight to the hospital?
Mr. Zhang remained silent throughout. At this moment, he was afraid of getting himself into trouble. Judging from Mr. Liu's cowardly appearance, he probably couldn't afford to offend this man surnamed Zhao.

Damn, Jiangzhou is truly a place where dragons and tigers hide. With my status, I could walk sideways in any province. But this is the headquarters of the Junxiao Group, and who knows what kind of person I might run into that I can't afford to offend. Take those two bastards, Ma Jian and Luffy, for example. If they were just their status, what would they be? But once they've connected with Chen Xiao, they're people I can't afford to mess with.

After that incident, President Zhang told himself to keep a low profile, to always keep a low profile. So today, when President Liu started lecturing Zhao Liang for half an hour, he barely said a word until he finally couldn't help but say a few words.

He wanted to slap himself now; he had endured it for so long, why did he finally give in? He was terrified of Zhao Hui looking at him, but what he feared most often came to pass.

Zhao Hui then pointed to General Manager Zhang and said to Zhao Liang, "This man is on the same path, you can't favor one over the other—he should have two bottles too—"

"Damn it—" Mr. Zhang roared in anger, standing up abruptly. But the next second, Mr. Liu gave him a wink, and he instantly understood—this man was not to be trifled with.

Mr. Liu, being quite straightforward, approached Zhao Liang and said, "Mr. Zhao, I was wrong, please punish me—" He then slapped himself twice, one on the front and one on the back, leaving Zhao Liang somewhat uncomfortable. (End of Chapter)