"Tsk!"

Guo Dalu looked at the fat old man in front of him and was amazed, "People are not old-hearted, and their ambitions are still there!

His voice was loud, and he didn't hide it, and his voice spread throughout the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

The fat old man who was cursing turned his head to look at Guo Dalu, "Who?"

Guo Dalu looked at him very strangely, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"I'm sure I'm talking about you!"

He strode up to the old man, "Look at this fat body, like an inflatable pig urine, with red eyes and an obscene face, and let the welcome lady go to make a bed and fold the quilt for you?

"You...... What kind of nonsense are you? Why do you not understand the rules so much? It's just inexplicable!"

The fat old man's eyes flashed, his face was angry, and he pointed at Guo Dalu, "You are also a member of the Writers' Association? You are so unqualified! I don't think you deserve to join the Writers' Association at all! How did Song Taiping do it? Why did you let anyone in?"

A young man next to the old man scolded Guo Dalu: "Hey, what's the matter with you? Why are you so disrespectful to Mr. Peng? Just look at your attitude, you will definitely not be able to develop well in the Writers' Association in the future!"

After he scolded Guo Dalu a few words, he hunched over and held the fat old man's arm, "Mr. Peng, I don't know where I came from, I can't be as knowledgeable as him! Let's eat first, don't affect our mood because of him!"

The fat old man snorted, glanced at Guo Dalu fiercely, and then walked towards the restaurant with the support of the young man.

Guo Dalu saw the old man glaring at him, and suddenly felt unhappy, "Or is he a shopping mall boss? The boss is amazing? If you have money, you can touch the lady's ass casually?"

He stretched out his middle finger and gestured at the old man, "Damn!"

The fat old man turned his head, and happened to see Guo Dalu's gesture, and almost stumbled to the ground, but fortunately he was stopped by the young man.

His face turned pale, "What does this person do? Hmm? He has no quality at all? How can he be like a ruffian? You go and find Song Taiping and ask him what he is eating? Such a person is also worthy of a meeting with the association?"

The young man nodded and explained, "Mr. Peng, you forgot, President Song has been unwell for the past two days and is recuperating in the hospital!"

The old man was still angry, "It's too unspeakable, it's too unreasonable! We must remove this person from the author's ranks, and we can't let this kind of black sheep stir up trouble in the writers' association!"

"Tell Song Taiping that if this person is not cleared, we will cancel the donation to the Writers' Association in the future!"

"Okay, okay, after dinner, I'll call Song Taiping!"

The young man nodded and said, "This person really doesn't understand the rules!"

The fat old man said, "It must be cleared!"

"Yes, it must be cleared!"

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Watching this Mr. Peng and the young man who was suspected of being a secretary next to him leave, Guo Dalu and several welcoming ladies looked at each other.

"What a big breath! He can manipulate the entire Writers' Association?"

Guo Dalu plucked out his ears and looked at Yuan beside him to clear me, did I hear me right?"

Yuan Xiaofeng nodded affirmatively, "You heard it right!"

"Hey!

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "Today is an eye-opener! How can I get rid of me? Can he still destroy me humanely?"

Yuan Xiaofeng covered his mouth and smiled: "It is estimated that he doesn't know your identity Guo Ye, if he knew, he wouldn't have said that!"

Guo Dalu can now become a rich man just by writing, plus the movies and television he makes are billions of profits, such a large amount, few people in the whole of China dare to show off in front of Guo Dalu.

Even if Mr. Peng is the chairman of a listed company, it is impossible for him to be tough in the face of Guo Dalu, so Yuan's is very reasonable.

At this time, several writers standing next to the hall who were watching the excitement saw that there was no excitement, and they also turned to the restaurant one after another and began to eat.

Guo Dalu glanced at Yuan Xiaofeng, "Let's go eat together?"

Yuan Xiaofeng was greatly moved, but after all, she still had self-control, shook her head and said: "We have to go to the back to eat staff meals when we eat, and we are not allowed to enter the restaurant!"

Guo Dalu smiled and walked straight into the hall.

The buffet of the five-star hotel is very rich, Guo Dalu came out of the crew, until now, he has not eaten well, at this time after arriving at the restaurant, hunger is rising, holding a large plate full of meals, what roast suckling pig, roasted prawns, chicken, duck and seafood, all of them were pulled to the plate by him, holding the plate like a hill, which exploded the eyes of a group of people.

At this time, it was the time when the crabs were fat and tender in the autumn air, and there were a few red crabs in the buffet, which were also carried by Guo Dalu and put them on the plate, and by the way, he carried a bottle of Erguotou.

The people in this hall are all from the Writers' Association, many of them call themselves literati and ink writers, and they are embarrassed to look rude when eating, so the meals are only slightly sandwiched and then stopped.

A moment later, everyone was serving a mountain of meals, and a few waiters were dumbfounded.

This alarmed the manager of the restaurant, who stood there in a panic and shouted: "Teachers, teachers, don't get excited, don't get excited! Our country now advocates economy and prohibits waste! Eat as much as you want, take as much as you want, and don't waste it! Otherwise, we will collect money!"

He screamed for a long time, and no one paid attention to him at all.

The restaurant manager was a little angry and called a few waiters, "You guys keep an eye on them, and whoever has leftovers will charge me at the market price!"

Guo Dalu served so much food, that was because he was really hungry, and he could eat it, so he shook off his cheeks and picked up his back molars, and ate violently, after he was full of wine and food, only cups and plates remained.

But he can eat it, other authors don't have such a good appetite, just now under the drive of Guo Dalu, a lot of meals were served one by one, and when they really ate it, it would be difficult to do.

They are not manual laborers, and they can eat eighty percent of the food with two small bowls of rice, and when they catch up with a big meal, they can eat a little more if they work hard, but it is also limited. At this time, in the face of so many things on the dinner plate, I was very happy at first, but when I wanted to get up and leave after eating, the waiter next to me was not happy, "Hey, hey, there can't be left!

An author said: "What's the matter? I can't eat it, and I still have to force it to eat?"

"Hey, you can't eat it, you take less! Take so much at once, really think you're a pig?"

"How do you talk?"

"How can I talk? I'm still talking like this! I've never seen you like this! One by one, like starving ghosts, they don't look at their stomachs!"

A few waiters sneered at the people in the restaurant, "If you can't eat, don't do it! Do you know how to write the word waste?"

An author slapped the table and said angrily: "Isn't it just money? You can calculate how much I have leftover, and I'll give it to you, won't it be over?"

The waiter hurriedly walked up to this person with a small notebook calculator, and crackled and calculated: "One thousand three hundred and fifty-eight, remove the change for you, one thousand and three are good, are you WeChat or cash?"

"Why are there so many?"

"This is already a preferential price, this hairy crab in front of you will cost 388, okay? You see how many you put on your plate? There are also this pair of shrimp, this abalone, miscellaneous together, at least 3,000 outside, we will give you 1,000, and we will give you 1,000, and we have vomited blood and are a big reward!"

"Aren't you blackmailing to eat here for free? I won't pay for that!"

"It's okay to eat for free, but you can't waste it! Now either you give the money or you finish eating!"

A group of writers in the restaurant looked at each other, looking at the mountain of food in front of them, they all felt a little painful, no matter whether they ate or not, how much they could eat, at least when they really had to settle accounts, they could pay less.

This time, this group of writers gritted their teeth at Guo Dalu, who was the first to serve food, if it weren't for Guo Dalu taking the lead, they wouldn't have gotten to this embarrassing point.

"Oops, you have a good appetite!"

After Guo Dalu was full of food and drink, he stood up from the table with a wipe of his mouth, "Eighty percent full is just right, comfortable! Everyone, eat slowly, I have to go for a walk outside to eliminate food!"

The authors of a restaurant glared at him.

Guo Dalu laughed, walked out of the restaurant, and walked towards the edge of the West Lake.

Now that the drizzle has stopped, the air is fresh, and walking by the lake and watching the night waves sparkle is a different scene.

He's out, and the authors in the dining room are sitting on wax.

Some really can't eat so much, so they can only consider themselves unlucky, blushing and bargaining with the waiter, some are scoundrels, they want to call the restaurant to defraud customers, and some want to sneak away, and there are a few misers, it's no problem to eat and drink, and they want them to pay for it, but there is no door!

If you don't want to pay for it, you can only eat hard, and when Guo Dalu came back from strolling around the West Lake, he found that there were still a few people holding on to the wall from the door of the restaurant and slowly squirming towards the stairs, one by one, like pregnant women.

"What's going on?"

Guo Dalu was very curious, the urine of his mouth did not change, and he shouted loudly: "Why are you pregnant for a while?"

ps: Push books, push books, are all the works of my friends in the group, the first one, "I set up a stall in another world", a new book, worth a look, this guy can finally write a promising book.

The second, "The Soul of the Anti-Japanese Special Warfare Army": Bloody Nanjing, bloody anti-Japanese war, swear to kill devils, blood debts and blood repayment!

The third is the theme of anti-Japanese resistance, "The Blood of the War of Resistance Stained Mountains and Rivers", recommended words: Millions of soldiers went to the country, and the blood-stained mountains and rivers fought endlessly.

Let's not talk about the quality of their writing, at least it's not a brush, let's go and see it and give them some motivation. 19