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Zhou Qiang lay motionless on the table, occasionally letting out a few muffled groans.

That acting was so exaggerated that it wouldn't even fool a three-year-old.

Zhao Dabao looked at the squad leader lying there and cursed him inwardly as an "old fox," but immediately put on a concerned expression.

He stood up, raised his voice, and took the initiative to take charge.

"Wow! Looks like the class monitor really got drunk today!"

"Alright, alright everyone, stop looking and let's settle the bill first!"

He picked up the bill, glanced at it casually, and then, with the air of a renovation company owner, quickly began to calculate.

"The total is one thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight. The waiter rounded it down to one thousand nine hundred and eighty. We have fifteen people here today. Let me do the math..."

He took out his phone and pretended to use a calculator.

"One hundred and thirty-two yuan per person!"

He calculated incredibly fast, as if he wanted everyone to know how good he was at arithmetic.

"Come on, everyone, be considerate! Transfer the money to my WeChat account, I'll go pay the bill!"

As he spoke, he opened his QR code for receiving payments.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and took out their phones to prepare to transfer money.

After all, it's only a little over a hundred yuan, which is a bit painful, but it's better than no one paying and everyone losing face in the end.

It was at this awkward and delicate moment.

"Bang!"

The heavy door to the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man in a manager's uniform poked his head in, his face showing both anxiety and respect, and asked urgently:

"Excuse me! Bosses, may I interrupt?"

"Excuse me... excuse me, which owner owns that black Bentley with the Beijing license plate (京A) in the parking lot outside?"

"Could you please move your car? Our boss's convoy needs to leave, and you're blocking the way!"

The manager's voice wasn't loud, but the key words in his words were like depth charges, exploding in everyone's minds!

Bentley?!

Or... a Beijing license plate?!

What does that even mean?!

In their small county, owning a BMW or Mercedes-Benz is considered a sign of success.

They've only ever seen Bentleys, top-tier luxury cars that start at several million, on TV and their phones!

Not to mention the legendary "京A" license plate! It represents not just money, but also immense power and status!

In an instant, the entire private room erupted!

All eyes instantly shifted from Zhou Qiang, who was lying on the table pretending to be dead, and Zhao Dabao, who was holding up the payment QR code, to the manager's face at the door.

Right there in this frozen air.

Squad leader Zhou Qiang, who had just been lying on the table "unconscious," suddenly lifted his head up from the table!

He wasn't even blushing or out of breath.

Those eyes were as bright as two-thousand-watt searchlights; there was no trace of drunkenness in them.

His drunkenness vanished instantly!

"A Bentley?!"

Zhou Qiang leaped up from his seat in one swift motion, as agile as a twenty-year-old.

He was the first to rush to the door, his face plastered with an extremely obsequious smile, bowing and scraping to the manager.

"Manager! I'll go check! I'll go see which big boss it is! Maybe I know him!"

Zhao Dabao realized what was happening and, forgetting to even put his phone away, rushed out.

"I'll go too! I'll go too! What if I can be of any help!"

Immediately afterwards, the remaining male students in the private room, like cats that had smelled fish, rushed out of the room one after another.

They all wanted to see the legendary top-of-the-line luxury car with their own eyes.

More importantly, he wanted to see if he could establish even the slightest connection with that big shot of the "Beijing A Bentley".

That could be a life-changing opportunity!

The once bustling and crowded private room instantly became empty.

Only Jiang Chen and a few female classmates, led by class beauty Li Jing, remained in their seats.

Li Jing watched the men's backs as they jostled and made a fool of themselves, a hint of undisguised contempt and disappointment flashing in her eyes.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Chen, who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

Jiang Chen was holding the cup of tea that had long since gone cold. He took a small sip, a playful smile on his face.

It was as if the Bentley outside, which could shake the entire county, was less attractive to him than this cup of herbal tea.

For some reason, Li Jing's heart was touched once again.

Jiang Chen was indeed too lazy to look at Bentley.

In his view, this farce, which stemmed from a clumsy lie and escalated into an even more clumsy farce, was so boring that he didn't even have the desire to complain about it.

He felt that the meal could end now.

Jiang Chen stood up, ignoring the curious glances from the female classmates, and walked straight out of the private room.

But he didn't run to the parking lot with the group of men.

Instead, they went directly to the service desk at the end of the corridor on the third floor.

The receptionist saw him approach and politely asked, "Sir, how can I help you?"

Jiang Chen pointed in the direction of the "Emperor's Bag" behind him, his tone indifferent.

"I've paid the bill for that private room."

As he spoke, he took out his phone, not even bothering to ask how much it cost, and simply opened the payment code and handed it over.

"Okay, sir, that's 1,988 yuan in total."

The waiter quickly scanned the code.

A soft "beep" sounded.

Payment successful.

After paying, Jiang Chen did not immediately return to the private room.

He turned around, walked to the window at the end of the corridor, lit a cigarette, and quietly watched the night view of the county town outside the window.

About five or six minutes later.

Zhou Qiang, Zhao Dabao, and their group walked out of the elevator looking disappointed and grumbling.

"Damn it! What a wasted trip! That bastard was just asking for directions!"

"Exactly! What's so great about driving a beat-up Bentley? He acts all high and mighty!"

They were disappointed at not being able to see the big boss in person and were left feeling humiliated.

As soon as Zhou Qiang returned to the private room, he immediately saw the "paid" bill on the table.

He paused for a moment, then saw Jiang Chen walking in through the door.

Zhou Qiang's expression instantly became somewhat awkward and unnatural.

"Oh dear! Jiang Chen!"

He quickly went to greet Jiang Chen, patting him hard on the shoulder, trying to cover up his embarrassment at having pretended to be drunk and skip out on the bill.

"Look at you! We agreed to split the bill, how come you paid for it yourself? That's so unfair!"

As he spoke, he took out his phone.

"How much? I'll transfer it to you right away! We can't let you spend all the money!"

Zhao Dabao and several other male classmates chimed in.

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Qiang is right! We'll transfer the money to you!"

They talked about it, but none of them actually clicked on the transfer interface.

Jiang Chen looked at their hypocritical faces and smiled.

He waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to turn around.

"It's just a meal, it doesn't cost much."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Then, amidst everyone's bewildered gazes...

Jiang Chen slowly pulled a stack of things out of the pocket of his casual clothes.

It was a brand new stack of sports lottery tickets, printed with red patterns!

At a glance, there are at least a dozen.

He held the stack of lottery tickets in his hand and, like dealing playing cards, walked up to each person and handed one to each of them.

From class monitor Zhou Qiang to class beauty Li Jing, and every other classmate, everyone got a share.

Finally, he returned to his seat, a relaxed smile on his face, and slowly said to his stunned old classmates:

"No need to transfer money."

"This meal is on my behalf."

He waved the last lottery ticket in his hand, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Consider this lottery ticket a New Year's gift to everyone. One ticket per person, it's only two dollars, just for fun."

"What if someone gets lucky and wins five million?"

"Then consider this meal I treated you to today as a worthwhile gesture."