My minimum living allowance is credited to my account every day with 1000 million yuan

"What are you doing?" Just as Xie Xiaoxiao's wrist was about to be grabbed, a loud, angry voice boomed through the corridor like thunder! The voice was so loud that it instantly drowned out the surrounding noise, attracting the attention of nearby customers and passing waiters!
Wang Jian was taken aback by the sudden rebuke and instinctively released his grip. He turned around in astonishment, wondering who dared to meddle in his affairs. When he saw who had spoken, a surge of anger welled up inside him, and his eyes turned red with rage!
It turned out to be the young waiter who had served them in VIP room 888 and whom he had later called a "dog"!
"You bastard!" Wang Jian cursed, spitting almost onto the other man's face. "What I do is none of your business! I haven't even bothered you yet, and you're already jumping in to meddle? Are you tired of living?"

The waiter, dressed in a neat uniform and with a tall, upright posture, showed no fear in the face of Wang Jian's roar and the focused gazes of those around him. Instead, he stepped forward:
"Harassing women in broad daylight, have you no shame? Believe me or not, I'll call the police right now."

"Holy shit!!"

Wang Jian could hardly believe his ears! A low-level waiter! A "lower class" person he would never even glance at on a normal day! How dare he point his finger at him in public and call him "shameless"? And even threaten to call the police?

The anger of being offended instantly overwhelmed Wang Jian's reason! He felt that his dignity as the crown prince of Huadi had been completely trampled underfoot! This was even more unbearable for him than when he had been humiliated by Liu Gang earlier!

"Fuck your grandpa!" Wang Jian completely lost his temper, pointing at the waiter's nose and roaring with a twisted face, "You fucking want to die—!!"

Damn my second uncle?
The waiter gave me a strange look. "Damn it, are you really not afraid of death?"

Startled by the waiter's commotion, Qin Ning and Xie Xiaoxiao took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Wang Jian caught a glimpse of their escape out of the corner of his eye, but all his anger was focused on the reckless waiter in front of him! He had no intention of chasing after them—they were in the next private room anyway, where could they possibly go? He could deal with this bastard first, then go and "talk" to them!

"Fine! You're awesome!" Wang Jian laughed angrily, pointing at the waiter, his voice as if squeezed out from between his teeth, full of sinister malice, "If I don't make you beg for mercy on your knees and completely ruin your career in this industry, I'll change my name to Wang!"

The waiter pursed his lips dismissively, even with a hint of mockery, and replied lightly:
"Oh? Written backwards? It's still a 'king' then, right?" He deliberately pronounced "king" a little too quickly, making it sound like...

Bastard?

Wang Jian suspected that this guy was deliberately using a pun to insult him.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Wang Jian trembled with rage, uttering three "fine"s in a row, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "You've got guts! Call your manager here! Now! Immediately! I'm filing a complaint! I want to see your boss!!"

"Just you wait." After Qin Ning and Xie Xiaoxiao left, the waiter didn't bother with them and swaggered towards the front of the hall. Hands in his pockets, he acted as if he had no rivals back then—

Wang Jian stared at the waiter's arrogant back, feeling like his lungs were about to explode with rage! He clenched his fist into the air and gritted his teeth as he said to Qin Jun:
"Damn it! First, I'll make this bastard lose his job and get him out of here! Then..." A venomous glint flashed in his eyes, "Find out his background! Where he lives! Who's in his family! Let's see how I slowly humiliate him! Let him know what happens when he offends me, Wang Jian!"

Wang Lun and Liu Gang watched as Wang Jian, looking furious, came in from outside. They wondered why he was still angry after going to take a leak. Was it really worth getting angry with a waiter?
Wang Jian plopped down in a chair, grabbed a glass of ice water from the table, and gulped it down. His face was still ashen, clearly not yet recovered from his outburst of rage.

"Mr. Wang, what kind of wine would you like?" Today, Liu Gang is hosting the event. Although he could tell that Wang Jian was unhappy, he still had to ask. The dishes have already been served, so we should have some wine. Chinese people believe that "no feast is complete without wine."

"Wait a minute!" Wang Jian waved his hand impatiently, rudely interrupting Liu Gang. His eyes were like poisoned knives as he stared intently at the door of the private room. "We can drink whenever we want! When the manager comes, I'm going to deal with that bastard waiter first!" His mind was filled with the waiter's arrogant back and that damned "Wang Ba" (a vulgar expression). He wouldn't be able to eat anything without venting his anger first!

Liu Gang shrank back, not daring to speak. He glanced at Wang Lun and Qin Jun, who were also silent; at this moment, neither of them wanted to spoil Wang Jian's fun.

Or rather, neither of these guys are good people; they're both people who love to watch the drama unfold.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

A knock on the door broke the suffocating silence inside the private room.

A slightly overweight, middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit, with a professionally humble smile on his face, walked in, bowing slightly. He was the restaurant manager. As soon as he entered, he bowed and smiled obsequiously, "Greetings, gentlemen! I am the manager of this restaurant. May I ask who you are?"

Like a vulture spotting its prey, Wang Jian sat bolt upright, beckoned to the manager with a finger, his posture extremely arrogant, his eyes filled with contempt for an ant: "Manager, right? Come here!"

"Let me ask you, how do you handle it if a waiter verbally abuses a customer in your store?"

The manager was taken aback, then declared with righteous indignation, "We will punish them severely without exception, no matter who is involved, even if they are my own relatives—"

"This manager's got it figured out," Wang Jian nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, that waiter in this private room, get him fired today. He was disrespectful to the guests—"

"what--?!"

Manager Liu Fu's "righteous indignation" vanished instantly, replaced by extreme astonishment and embarrassment! His smile froze completely, his lips twitched uncontrollably a few times, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He rubbed his hands, his expression more unsightly than if he were crying.

"Huh?" Seeing his expression, Wang Jian's anger, which he had just suppressed, flared up again. His voice suddenly rose, filled with a strong threat, "What do you mean? Didn't you just say that even your own relatives are no exception? What? Are you talking nonsense?"

The manager forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, bent over even lower, and spoke in a pleading, apologetic voice:
“Boss! You’re right! My relative, I absolutely mean it, I’ll fire him right now! But…” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting quickly towards the door of the private room as if confirming something, before lowering his voice and saying with an almost desperate helplessness:

"He...he can't...I...I can't drive it—!"

"Can't be opened?"

Wang Jian's face instantly turned extremely ugly! A surge of anger at being mocked and slighted rushed to the top of his head! Today was truly a day of bad luck! He couldn't even touch a lowly waiter? If word got out, where would he, Young Master Wang, put his face? Qin Jun, observing the manager's expression, saw that his distressed look, as if the sky were about to fall, wasn't feigned. A thought struck him, and he leaned forward slightly, asking in a probing tone:
"Oh? Can't get him fired? From what you're saying... this kid... seems to have some connections?" He emphasized the word "connections".

All eyes—Wang Jian's angry glare, Wang Lun's indifference, Qin Jun's probing gaze, and Liu Gang's surprise—were instantly focused on the manager!
He could only continue to force a smile, his face contorted with utter embarrassment and fear, nodding repeatedly, his voice hoarse:
"Uh... this... indeed... so... I humbly request that you bosses be lenient... please forgive me... please be understanding..." He was practically bowing.

"Has connections?"

Wang Jian seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He let out a sneer filled with contempt and anger, glanced around at the people sitting there, and finally fixed his gaze on Manager Liu Fu like a sharp sword. His voice was full of arrogance and provocation:
"Heh! Background? Manager Liu, do you even know who the hell is sitting here today?"

He abruptly raised his hand, pointing at Liu Gang, who was somewhat taken aback by the sudden call to name, his voice rising abruptly, filled with boastfulness:

"This guy! Liu Gang! Director Liu! The director of the blockbuster film 'Love Story,' which recently swept the internet and grossed over a billion yuan! A big name in the industry! Is he big enough?"

Upon hearing this, the manager's face immediately displayed just the right amount of shock and respect, and he gave Liu Gang a perfect bow: "Oh! So it's Director Liu! My apologies! I've heard so much about you! [Love Story] is so well done!" His acting was quite superb.

Seeing the manager's "respect," Jian's face revealed an even more disdainful and smug smile, as if victory was already assured. He leaned forward and, in an almost condescending tone, asked the manager, word by word:

"Now! Tell me! Is Director Liu influential enough to fire that arrogant waiter?!"

The manager's smile remained, but his attitude was firm. He shook his head and said, "Boss, I'm sorry, we really can't fire him—"

Hmm? Wang Jian frowned; this was interesting.

Even Liu Gang, the renowned director, can't rely on his connections anymore. Looks like that waiter has some influence. But so what? Can his background be stronger than theirs? If he were that powerful, would he still be working as a waiter in this run-down restaurant? He'd be walking around like a madman by now!

He decided to place another bet! He refused to believe he couldn't get the manager to talk or deal with that little punk!

He suddenly raised his hand, with an air of authority, and pointed heavily at Qin Jun, who was sitting next to him with a look of interest and anticipation: "This is the general manager of the large appliance division of the DaMi Group. Mr. Qin, is this enough?" The DaMi Group was also a behemoth, and Qin Jun's position held real power and influence!
Qin Jun, whose name had been called out, smiled even more amusement. He thoroughly enjoyed being dropped like a bombshell. Leaning back slightly in his chair, he watched the manager with amusement, as if savoring the impending fear and submission. He believed that before the prestigious "Dami Group" brand, any so-called "background" would have to bow down!
The manager's expression changed. Why were there so many "big shots" at this store today? Qin Jun also looked at the manager with great interest, as if waiting for him to succumb to his reputation and power.

However, they were all disappointed. The manager bowed deeply to Qin Jun, his voice hoarse but unusually clear:
“President Qin! You are…you are a very powerful figure! I know! But…” He raised his head, his face a mixture of helplessness and determination, forming an almost absurd resolve, “I still stand by what I said…I’ll fire you! But firing him…no way—!”

"I'd rather be fired than fired—!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating a huge uproar in the 888 VIP room!

"hiss--!"

Even Wang Lun, who had been standing aside and observing indifferently, suddenly sat up straight! His previously unfocused eyes instantly became sharp.

Wang Jian stared at Liu Fu's face, which was filled with "helplessness," for a good ten seconds. His eyes were like a quenched knife, as if he wanted to devour the other person alive!

The atmosphere in the private room was extremely tense! You could hear a pin drop! Everyone held their breath, waiting for Wang Jian's next reaction. Even Liu Gang was too scared to breathe.

"Good! Good!! Director Liu isn't enough! President Qin isn't enough! Right?!"

"And what about this one?!" He pointed at Wang Lun, each word like shards of ice squeezed out from between his teeth:
"This is Wang Lun, the sole heir of the Wansheng Group! President Wang!!!"

He paused, as if allowing the weight of the names "Wansheng Group" and "Wang Lun" to fully ferment in the air, then, with an arrogant disdain for the world, he pointed fiercely at himself:

"And I am the Vice President of Huadi Group! The General Manager of Huadi Group—is my father!!!"

As he shouted those last words, Wang Jian's chest heaved violently, and his face flushed red! He stared intently at the manager, his eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of determination!

Prince Wansheng! Prince Huadi!
This is already the most prestigious status in their circle, enough to allow them to act with impunity in the capital and across the country!

He didn't believe it! He absolutely refused to believe it! In Jiangzhou (besides that jinx), what waiter's "background" could outweigh the combined weight of those two prestigious titles?!
Wang Jian and Wang Lun stared intently at the manager, waiting for his inevitable and complete surrender!

Under the oppressive gaze of two men, cold sweat trickled down the manager's forehead, forming small streams that slid down his temples. His body trembled slightly, and his lips quivered.

What a day it is today! All the people here are "great masters" and "true gods".

Compared to these people, I'm not even an ant. But that one is different. No matter how strong these people are, once they come to Jiangzhou, even dragons have to coil up.

He took a deep breath and bowed again: "Gentlemen, I really can't handle this." (End of Chapter)