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The gifts have been bought, and the next step is to treat the four older sisters to a meal to celebrate Yingran's victory.

Since we're treating everyone to dinner, we should definitely eat something good.

Let's go with Hotel J then.

Su Jing asked Luo Meina to take him to the hotel.

"Sister Mina, you go pick them up. I'll go upstairs to order food. See you at the hotel later."

"it is good."

Luo Meina drove away.

Su Jing returned to the J Hotel, thinking that since he was treating everyone, he should eat well. The key was that this meal was a bit special: one of the Uyghurs did not eat pork, and the other of the Miao did not eat beef.

Su Jing loves pork and beef the most, and she eats them with great relish.

To avoid affecting national unity, seafood is the safest choice, as it won't lead to any problems and the sisters won't have to compromise with each other.

Su Jing approached Xiao Ge: "Arrange dinner for five people for me, seafood is the best."

"Okay, Mr. Su, I'll personally take you to choose one."

In fact, Su Jing's presidential suite lease had already expired.

Xiao Ge continued to serve Su Jing, because Su Jing was truly wealthy.

The presidential suite only gets a few guests a year, and even when it does, most of them don't leave the room; staying even a second longer is considered a return on investment.

Su Jinghua spent 20 yuan and only slept once. She disappeared when she woke up in the morning and only returned in the evening.

This is being used as a regular room.

Upon arriving at the seafood section, a dozen or so tanks were lined up, containing king crab, Australian lobster, Hokkaido sea urchin, and Russian king salmon.

Su Jing walked around and his gaze fell on the cutting board, where the chef was preparing a salmon. His knife skills were swift and precise, and the sliced ​​fish had clear textures, a bright orange-red color, and an excellent appearance.

Xiao Ge gestured to the chef to cut a slice, plated it, and handed it to Su Jing: "Mr. Su, please try it. It's from the Russian Far East, and it just arrived this morning."

Su Jing picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, savored it for a couple of seconds, frowned slightly, then picked up a tissue, spat out the fish, and rinsed her mouth with mineral water.

Xiao Ge was taken aback and looked at the chef: "Is there something wrong with the fish?"

The chef looked puzzled: "We've sold over a dozen servings today, and the customer feedback has been great."

Su Jing put down her water glass and said calmly, "Change the sashimi to bluefin tuna, I don't want this."

He didn't say why, there were some things he couldn't say openly—the feedback from the aquatic device he had just received was that this fish had swum in the waters near Fukushima, and although the residual nuclear radiation was below the safety limit.

I don't want any of my sisters to get a taste.

Xiao Ge immediately nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Bluefin tuna, the pinnacle of sashimi, costs 5888 yuan per serving at Hotel J, enough for an average family to eat for a month.

But Su Jing felt it was worth it—this meal was to celebrate Sheng Yingran's birthday and it was also the first time he had treated his four older sisters to a meal, so the quality had to be top-notch.

Su ordered the seafood and then said, "Cut a small portion of each dish for me to try first. If I think it's okay, then we can serve more."

"Arrange it immediately."

Xiao Ge has been a private butler for over ten years and has seen many picky customers, but most of them are picky about the price, the more expensive the better. But this young man in front of him is different. He wants to try it first before deciding whether to serve it.

An Australian lobster can cost over a thousand dollars. If you take one bite and don't like it, you might cancel the whole dish. This isn't about showing off; it's about using the ultimate methods to ensure quality.

Previously, Xiao Ge believed that Su Jing's social class was A8.

"A" represents assets, and the following number represents social class. This is jargon that precisely quantifies a person's worth to a certain level.

A5, assets around 3, circle of ordinary people, the family background of recent graduates or ordinary working people.

A6, within the range of 10, an ordinary person, has accumulated some savings.

A6.5, 50, I have some assets and can afford a down payment.

A7, 100 million, a millionaire, with some minor achievements.

A7.8, 800 million, close to being rich, can buy a decent house.

A8, 1000 million, a multi-millionaire, officially stepped into the threshold of "rich people" in Shanghai.

A9, one hundred million, a billionaire, can access the top circles.

A10, 10 billion, the trillion-dollar club, his name can make it onto the rich list, which is considered a "legend".

A11, a billionaire, a top tycoon, someone ordinary people basically can't come into contact with.

Looking at Su Jing, Xiao Ge added in her mind: This person seems unassuming, but his spending habits are evident. It's not an act of extravagance; he genuinely doesn't care.

Staying in a 20 yuan suite for only one night, wearing a Patek Philippe watch, and casually carrying a 31 yuan Rolex – these are consumption habits that at least someone in an A8 can have.

His parents should be at the A10 level.

The chef brought out a plate of charcoal-grilled king crab legs. Su Jing broke off a small piece, tasted it, and put it down: "It's overcooked by the charcoal grilling; the edges have a slightly burnt and bitter taste. I'll have it steamed instead."

The chef paused for a moment, picked up his portion, took a bite, and then silently replaced the crab legs and remade it.

Other rich people's money is easy to earn; they don't discriminate.

This rich man's money is really hard to earn.

Xiao Ge has seen many customers who are "foolish and rich," willing to order anything, regardless of quality, as long as it's expensive.

Su Jing is different; he spends every penny on "quality" to the extreme.

You'll remember this kind of person for a long time after serving them just once, because they make you feel like you're doing something "valuable," not just collecting money and serving food.

From cold dishes to hot dishes and then to desserts, Su Jingcai nodded in confirmation. Finally, he chose a bottle of champagne, which wasn't expensive, but it went perfectly with the seafood. The final bill came to 78271 yuan.

"OK."

"Mr. Su, shall I extend your stay in the Shanghai suite? You and your friends can have a meal in the room without being disturbed."

Su Jingcai then remembered that his room lease had expired.

It's a very comfortable place to stay. Plus, I'm having dinner with my sisters tonight, and we'll be enjoying the Bund view from the presidential suite without being disturbed. It's a great choice.

So he nodded.

Xiao Ge: "Mr. Su, please go back to your room and rest. I'll bring the bill up later."

"it is good."

Su Jing sent the restaurant location to Sheng Yingran, then stretched in her room. Feeling a bit sleepy, she decided to take a nap to recharge before entertaining the four female business associates that evening.

Otherwise, the computer will really crash.

……

Meanwhile, in dormitory 404 of the Demon Sound School.

"It's so hot, the fresh milk has turned into yogurt."

Luo Meina rushed in, pulled her underwear out of her clothes and threw it on the bed. She walked to the floor fan in the middle of the room, and the wind blew in, making her skirt flutter.

"Ah~ That feels so good~"

In the back, Tong Mengxi, who was touching up her makeup, sniffed and said, "Why does it smell like seaweed?"

Turning around, she cursed, "Damn it, Luo Meina, you're disgusting!"

"To die under a pomegranate skirt, even as a ghost, you'll be a romantic."

After saying that, Luo Meina picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

In the sweltering heat of July, the heat was unbearable.

The four little ones were each busy with their own things.

"Nana, help me put on my hat."

Tong Mengyao walked up to Ayina and made a tinkling sound like a silver bell.

Ayina turned around and was startled.

Tong Mengyao was wearing traditional Miao clothing, a combination of dark blue and deep red, adorned with many ancient embroideries and silver ornaments.

Ayina, holding the silver hat, said, "It must weigh at least five or six pounds. Aren't you afraid of getting cervical spondylosis?"

"I had dinner at Su Su's place today, and he bought a new camera—I'm determined to take some amazing photos today!"

Tong Mengxi, with her youthful face and large breasts, wore Miao silver clothing. With every movement, her body jingled, adding a touch of mystery to her lively and graceful appearance, befitting a Miao girl.

"Who isn't?"

Wearing traditional Uyghur clothing, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, Ayina exudes the aura of a stunning beauty from the Western Regions.

By the window, Sheng Yingran said, "Now I understand why ancient emperors conquered the Western Regions. If you lived in ancient times, you would have been offered as tribute to the emperor."

Ayina looked over and exclaimed, "Sakura-ran, you're so cool! Who are you cosplaying as?"

By the window, the wind blew in, causing Sheng Yingran's long hair to sway.

Dressed in a white and blue gradient ancient-style outfit, the female warrior's heroic spirit outweighed any hint of femininity.

She grabbed a ribbon, neatly tied it into a high ponytail, and with one hand she gathered it up, letting the ribbon fall gracefully. She turned around, crossed her arms, and wore a carefree smile.

"Only one sword can move mountains, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress monsters, command gods, pluck stars, sever rivers, destroy cities, and cleave the heavens—Sword, come, Ning Yao!"

Sheng Yingran had seen Su Jing's WeChat Moments, which contained many screenshots of Chen Ping'an from Sword Comes. You like Chen Ping'an, so today I'll make your Ning Yao dream come true!