I left because I was deeply hurt, and the seven young ladies cried with regret

The waiter had already started serving the dishes in the elegant room.

Lili looked at the sumptuous and tempting food on the table and couldn't help but want to take pictures.

But she was a little embarrassed.

"Boss... Can I... Can I take a few pictures of these dishes?" After saying that, she immediately stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Is it disrespectful to the food if you don't take pictures before the meal?" Qin Fan said with a smile, "Take it."

"After taking pictures, we'll start eating!"

"Thank you, boss!"

Lili immediately took out her mobile phone and started taking pictures, and the other two girls who were less courageous than her also took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

Even Xiaohui and Jiale, the boys, started taking out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Xiaohui sent the photos he took to their dormitory group, and opened the voice chat and put the phone to his ear to listen:

"Xiaohui, what kind of job are you looking for? It's only been more than a month and you're already having a big meal?"

"Did you hook up with a rich woman? Such a good thing, why don't you introduce your brothers to it?"

"You fucking, you deserve to die!"

Xiaohui quickly covered his phone. He didn't expect the sound to be so loud, and he smiled embarrassedly.

The others laughed when they heard it.

Qin Fan couldn't help laughing.

Talking and laughing, this is life!

At this time, a sports car stopped outside the hotel.

A young man with earrings got out of the car, then walked to the other side of the car and opened the door.

"Yuanyuan, this is it."

"I tell you, this hotel is very different from other hotels!"

"You'll know when you go in."

A beautiful girl with white and tender shoulders got out of the car. She took off her sunglasses, revealing a charming and charming face. There was a bit of aloofness in her beautiful eyes, and a bit of otherworldly flavor.

"It just looks a little special. Is it really as good as you say?"

The young man driving the car was named Yan Junze. His family was in real estate and he was called Yan Shao.

"Yuanyuan, didn't you say you like ancient paintings and ancient calligraphy?"

"I think this place is definitely suitable for you!"

"You'll know when you go in."

Yan Junze took Ou Yuanyuan into the hotel.

"Yan Shao, you are here. Welcome." The front desk manager saw Yan Junze, a frequent visitor, and immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Manager Li, the old place, Changxiangyi private room, serve the same special dish."

The front desk manager looked embarrassed,

"Sorry, Mr. Yan, the Changxiangyi private room is already occupied."

Ou Yuanyuan is the daughter of the boss of Northeast Iron and Steel Group, and her net worth is higher than Yan Junze.

Yan Junze was shocked when he saw Ou Yuanyuan at a banquet, and he also wanted to become the son-in-law of the boss of Northeast Iron and Steel Group.

He asked around and found out that Ou Yuanyuan liked painting and collecting some ancient paintings and calligraphy.

He thought Ou Yuanyuan would definitely like the style of Qingyuan Hotel.

On the way he brought Ou Yuanyuan here, he boasted to Ou Yuanyuan that when Ou Yuanyuan entered the "Changxiangyi" private room, she would be amazed!

This is not the point,

The point is that in order to pretend to be cultured in front of Ou Yuanyuan, Yan Junze checked all the ancient poems on the wall of the "Changxiangyi" private room in advance.

He spent time memorizing the source, author, artistic conception, meaning, and complete poem of each poem.

If he could not go to the "Chang Xiang Yi" private room, he would go to another private room. He would recognize each word of the ancient poems on the wall, but he would not know what they were when they were put together.

"There is already someone in the Changxiangyi Room?"

"Manager Li, don't you know that I like the Changxiangyi Room the most?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan," the front desk manager apologized, "I naturally know that Mr. Yan likes the Changxiangyi Room the most, but this time Mr. Yan didn't book it in advance..."

"A guest is here and wants the Changxiangyi Room, so we can't refuse."

Yan Junze turned to smile at Ou Yuanyuan who was reading poems and ancient paintings in the lobby,

"Yuanyuan, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

After that, Yan Junze turned to look at Manager Li and said impatiently:

"Who is in the Changxiangyi Room? What's the background?"

Manager Li recalled and said:

"It seems that an employee of a small company came to celebrate."

Yan Junze took out his wallet and took out a stack of money, about 10,000 yuan.

"Manager Li, take this money and tell those people to get out."

"The Changxiangyi Room is mine today."

Manager Li took the money and said in embarrassment:

"Mr. Yan, this does not comply with the regulations of our hotel."

Yan Junze frowned

He raised his eyebrows and slapped the table and said:

"It worked before, why is it suddenly not working now?"

"Do you think the money is too little?"

He took out some more money and threw it on the front desk.

"Is it enough? Is it enough?!"

Manager Li put the money away, pushed it in front of Yan Junze, and apologized:

"Mr. Yan, it's different now, it really doesn't work."

"How about Mr. Yan, consider the 'Xingxi' private room? The view of the 'Xingxi' private room is also very good, you can directly see Tianshui Lake, and some new ancient poems and paintings have been added recently."

Manager Li couldn't say some things.

It worked before because Qingyuan Hotel was just Qingyuan Hotel before, and now Qingyuan Hotel is an industry under Jiang Group.

The most important thing is that she just followed their General Manager Qian to welcome Miss Jiang Qiuyue upstairs today.

The group's eldest lady is upstairs, she dare not break the group's rules.

Yan Junze thought Manager Li was deliberately making things difficult for him today.

It worked before but not now.

And they asked me to go to the "Xingxi" private room, which has added new ancient poems and paintings?

When we arrived at the "Xingxi" private room, Yuanyuan asked me who wrote those ancient poems and paintings and from what era. I didn't memorize any of them. I didn't say a word when asked. How can I pretend to be a cultured person?

Yan Junze saw Ou Yuanyuan looking over here, and he didn't want to make a scene.

Only nouveau riche with no quality and no cultivation would make a scene.

Cultured people should use intelligence and wisdom to solve problems.

"Manager Li, you can't ask the people in the Changxiangyi private room to leave, right?"

Manager Li apologized:

"Mr. Yan, that's really against the rules."

Yan Junze gritted his teeth and smiled:

"Okay, then I'll use my method. I'll ask them to leave in person. This won't be your hotel's business, right?"

Yan Junze picked up the money he had just thrown on the front desk and went to the "Changxiangyi" private room.

Manager Li was worried that Yan Junze would quarrel with others, so he hurried to catch up.

"Mr. Yan, I can't do it today. I really can't do it today."

"Mr. Yan, please give me some face. I really can't do it."

Yan Junze turned around and glared at Manager Li.

"I'll give you some face?"

"Did you give me some face?"

"Don't worry. I'm a well-mannered and cultured person. I won't quarrel with others."

"I communicated with them in a friendly way. I discussed with them."

Yan Junze pushed open the door of the "Chang Xiang Yi" private room regardless of Manager Li's obstruction.

Yan Junze took a quick look. Except for his eyes lighting up when he saw Liu Qianqian, his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at other people.

All of them were wearing clothes that didn't exceed four figures. How dare they snatch my "Chang Xiang Yi"?

"Who's the boss among you?"

Yan Junze held a stack of money in his hand, tapped it on the door frame, and looked at everyone in the room with his eyelids drooping and contemptuous.