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Chapter 587

Encountering this kind of situation, the lobby manager is also helpless. The rich second generation are the most difficult to talk to. They are rich and powerful, and ordinary people can only avoid them. Even if they meet the boss of the company, they are acquaintances with their parents. There will be no embarrassment.

This also created the domineering character of these people.

A man in his forties with a flat head came over. Seeing that his temperament was not low, he asked the lobby manager, "What's wrong? It's so noisy!"

"A guest in this private room."

The lobby manager told the story of the incident, and said to the man, "Mr. Li, what should we do? We can't afford to offend both parties."

The waiter came out of Lu Feng's private room and whispered to the lobby manager: "The guests asked them to keep their voices down, which has seriously affected their communication, or else they will complain."

"What are the backgrounds of those young masters here?" Mr. Li asked.

"It doesn't look simple. All the cars I drive are sports cars, and any one is worth millions!" The lobby manager said very clearly. If there were a bunch of brats, I would have dealt with it by myself. It's not their turn to be lawless here.

"Who is the boss in that private room?"

"The person who booked the private room is in his thirties. I don't know him, but he is easy to talk to. This private room was occupied, and they didn't say anything. They just changed the private room next to it. They don't look like some big shots." The lobby manager guessed.

When Mr. Li heard this, he already understood in his heart that the manager of the lobby is definitely well-informed. She must know the boss who has a head and face. If it is just some small bosses, it will be irrelevant.

"Tell them, just say that we have communicated, and we have no choice but to leave the problem to both of them to solve." Mr. Li ordered.

The waiter opened the door and walked in. When Mr. Du saw her coming in, his face was covered with clouds. Tonight's meal made him very unhappy. He originally wanted Lu Feng and Mr. Zou to experience eating and karaoke. It's all here.

"Can't you handle this matter well? Didn't I tell you to let your person in charge come in." Boss Du yelled at the waiter.

The waiter was under the pressure from both ends, and felt extremely wronged. Before he opened his mouth, tears the size of soybeans fell down, and he couldn't speak at all.

Lu Feng persuaded: "Okay, let the lobby manager come in."

Lu Feng's words were drowned out by the howling wolves from next door. There was a look of displeasure on his face. Mr. Zou could feel that Mr. Du would not get off the stage, so he said, "It's getting late, we're here today." Well, let’s meet again another day.”

"No, I have to ask. It's fine to occupy a private room, and I'm not such a bully." Mr. Du stood up, hiccupped, and walked out the door.

As soon as I went out, I saw the lobby manager standing outside, and asked, "What are you eating? Didn't you hear the noise next door? We came to eat, not to hear howling wolves."

"Sir, the door of the room has been closed, and we have communicated, there is really no way, you can communicate by yourself." The lobby manager pushed the question back.

Mr. Du was always embarrassed. When the lobby manager said this, he couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted at the lobby manager: "Where are you in charge? I want to complain to you!"

"I am the person in charge of this restaurant." Mr. Li said, taking a step forward.

"You are? Let me ask you, you go out to eat, and the next door is so noisy, can you eat?" Mr. Du asked, pointing to the private room next to him.

"Sir, it's like this. The guests in this private room are more distinguished. We can help you switch to a farther private room." Mr. Li gave a solution and said, "I can give you a [-]% discount."

Mr. Du has never felt that he has been so humiliated. The private room next door is more noble?

Then what is he, he just came out to have a meal, and he was discriminated against by the capital. The key is that Mr. Du always thinks that he belongs to the noble group of people, and he is the capital!
"I don't care about the [-]% discount. What do you mean they are noble? I just came out to have a meal, and I was divided into three, six, or nine classes by you?" Mr. Du was particularly angrily pointing to the private room next to him: "Are they high-class people? "

"We didn't say that. If you are determined to stay in this private room, you can negotiate it yourself." The lobby manager said, you are not good, you can solve it yourself.

Mrs. Du was so angry that he walked to the door of the private room, pushed the door open, and shouted: "Can you be quiet? It's affecting others, you know?"

With a loud shout, the private room fell silent, and the men and women inside looked towards him. Their faces were full of vigor, and the air in the private room was mixed with the smell of alcohol, making it extremely turbid.

The skinny man stared at Mr. Du and said, "Is it affecting you? You go to the lobby manager, what are you calling me?"

"I'm quarreling with you, what's the matter? Close the door for me!!"

"Let you close the door, or don't blame me for being rude."

The boys had already drunk a little too much, their faces were red with wine, and they looked arrogant, pointing at Mr. Du, as if they were about to fight if they disagreed.

Mr. Du didn't expect that these brats would be so arrogant, and said in a deep voice: "Do it with me, come on, try to move my finger today. I have been fooling around for so many years, and I can do it with money." smash you to death!"

"Smash me to death with money?"

"Hahahaha!"

The skinny man walked to the door, opened the door of the private room completely, and asked Mr. Du, "How much money do you fucking have? Do you know who I am?"

A few boys next to him stood there and stared at Mr. Du jokingly. They liked to play like this, making these middle-aged men bow their heads in front of them.

In their eyes, these middle-aged men feel that they have lived a few more years and eaten a few more bowls of rice, so they want to educate them, but these people are naturally dissatisfied.

Isn't it more than money? They can't do it, but the family has plenty of money.

"Who are you?" President Du sneered, feeling a little funny.

"My dad is the chairman of Litian Financial Group." The skinny man stared at President Du and said proudly.

"My dad is the chairman of Zhentian Trading Group." Another boy with an immature face said.

"My dad is the chairman of Tianhong Real Estate Group."

The names of the group companies were mentioned one after another. How could this be a group of children who had just grown up? It was obviously the future of a group of large groups discussing future business trends.

"My family is a restaurant chain and a large supermarket chain." The little girl who called herself Grandma Hua looked at Mr. Du and said, "By the way, you want to compare money with us for investment? How much money do you have?"

As soon as these words came out, the lobby manager and Mr. Li couldn't help laughing, covering their faces with their hands. Isn't this just asking for fun? Mr. Du is in his thirties and can be regarded as a figure in the business world. suffer this humiliation.

"Let's talk about things, and now we're talking about the noise. Don't you have any tutors?" Mr. Du asked, "Didn't your parents teach you?"

The skinny man rolled his eyes when he heard this and said, "Your parents didn't teach you to be short when you meet rich people? If you are rich, you are the master. You don't understand this truth, my good grandson."

"Hahahaha!"

"You fucking." Boss Du couldn't help but want to do it.

"Come on, give me a try." The thin man's face was full of provocation, and he said, "If you dare to touch a hair of my hair today, tomorrow I will make you unable to get along in Xiangjiang, believe it or not?"

Mr. Du was about to explode with rage, he put his hand down abruptly, and told himself in his heart that he couldn't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person.

Mr. Zou saw that Mr. Du hadn't come back. It was almost [-]:[-], and he should go back. He stood up and said, "Mr. Lu, I still have something to do, so let's go first."

"It's okay, let's go together!" Lu Feng stood up and packed his things, and the three girls next to him hurriedly helped to see if there was anything left behind.

Mr. Zou left the private room first, and saw a group of people arguing at the door, he hurried forward and said, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Zou, why did you come out?" Mr. Du turned around and saw Mr. Zou very surprised.

"It's almost time, it's time to go back." Mr. Zou looked at a group of young people, he was also a little unhappy about tonight, and said, "Don't be so noisy in the future, it's too noisy, you know?"

Good guy, another one who preached to them because of his age.

"It's none of your business, go somewhere else if you think it's noisy." The skinny man choked back.

"That's right, don't come out to play if you don't have money, with a few coins in your pocket, why are you pretending to be a rich man here?"

"This self-proclaimed rich man, we all blew ourselves up, he just didn't dare to say what he did, but you tell me how much money you have?"

"If you have money, you are a master. Don't do this with us, you know?"

Everyone was chattering, looking completely rebellious, and Mr. Zou felt upset. He didn't care about these children, but instead they turned their noses up.

"Do you have any tutors? With you like this, what future do you have? How much money you have at home, you can spend as long as you want, and you can eat, drink and have fun all day long." Mr. Zou reprimanded.

"If our family's money supports us to eat, drink and play, it won't last long, that is, the next life." The skinny man asked Zou Zou provocatively: "How much money does your family have?"

A group of people acted like idiots, and reported their families again. Mr. Zou, like Mr. Du, was speechless for a long time. They were right, the rich are the grandpas.

The three girls came out, and Lu Feng stepped out. He was surprised to see them all stuck here, and asked Mr. Du, "Mr. Du, why are you here? Are you still solving the noisy problem next door?"

Mr. Du took a deep breath, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, forget it, don't care about it like them."

"Don't care about us, we still care about you." The skinny man said relentlessly.

Lu Feng also wanted to smooth things over, and said, "It's all over, and they all went out to have a meal, it's lively, but you guys are indeed too noisy, pay more attention in the future, when you go to this kind of place, you have to pay attention to other people's feelings. "

"Who the hell are you?" A man asked with a face full of resentment: "You can play however you want, how much money do you have? Do you know that if you have money, you are the master. What are you?"

"If you have money, you are the master?" Lu Feng was stunned for a moment. If the money is the master, then he is the master. He asked doubtfully, "Am I a living ancestor?"

(End of this chapter)