After dinner, Zhao Changfeng took Ling'er to the Westerdi Hall, it was only seven o'clock at this time, and the disco had not yet started to be a master, so Zhao Changfeng and Ling'er became the first table of guests.

Zhao Changfeng chose a small table in a remote corner and sat down with Ling'er. The waiter politely asked Zhao Changfeng what he wanted? Zhao Changfeng asked for a dozen Heineken beers, a large fruit plate, a plate of shredded squid and a bag of popcorn. Then he said to Ling'er: "Brother will celebrate you today, you see what you think, just order, my brother will pay." ”

Ling'er blinked and looked at Zhao Changfeng with big eyes: "Brother, you will pay for whatever I order?" ”

Zhao Changfeng nodded solemnly, "Well, Ling'er, when did you see your brother talking and count?" ”

Ling'er smiled and said to the waiter: "Don't receive other guests tonight, my brother will charter the venue today." ”

Zhao Changfeng was drinking mineral water proudly, he almost didn't choke after listening to Ling'er's words, he coughed twice, and finally gasped for breath, stared at Ling'er with wide eyes and said, "What, Ling'er, do you want to charter the venue?" ”

"Yes, brother, didn't you say I wanted anything to order?" Ling'er looked at Zhao Changfeng innocently with wide eyes.

"Well, what, there's no need to charter a venue, right?" Zhao Changfeng rubbed his chest and said while breathing.

"Hehe, brother, you don't talk much, do you? I just said I can order whatever I want! ”

Zhao Changfeng bit it and beckoned the waiter over: "Go, call your manager over, I'm going to charter your disco tonight." ”

Ling'er saw that Zhao Changfeng was serious, and hurriedly said: "Brother, are you joking with you, are you serious?" Waiter, bring me a can of Sprite and a bag of pistachios! ”

The waiter was ecstatic when he heard that Zhao Changfeng was going to charter the venue just now. According to the management regulations of the discotheque, he is responsible for the guests of this table, so all the consumption of the guests must be shared with him according to a certain percentage. Now if the guest wants to charter the entire discotheque, then the commission for this night can catch up with his income for half a year. The waiter thought in his heart, after getting off work tonight, should he confess to Xiaofang, who sells popcorn, or should he confess to Xiaoli, who sells beer? Grandma's! It's too unproductive, at least I should confess to DJ Xiaofei in the disco!

But the waiter's dream is not over, and in the blink of an eye, the customer has been reduced from a private venue to a can of Sprite and a bag of pistachios. Grandma's, such a commission is not even qualified to confess to Mama Liu, who cleans the bathroom!

What the fuck, the waiter scolded in his heart, one of the suspected brothers and sisters is only in his early twenties, and the other is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and they are obviously wearing fake name brands purchased at the stalls, and they don't know that they secretly saved up money for a few months before they dared to come to a high-end place like a disco to spend once.

So the waiter glanced at Zhao Changfeng with disdain, said coldly "Wait a minute", and then turned around in a dashing manner and left arrogantly.

Zhao Changfeng looked at the waiter's appearance and knew that this kid was a dog, but Zhao Changfeng was in a good mood today, and he didn't plan to get angry with a waiter, so he let him go.

Speaking of which, the waiter really misunderstood Zhao Changfeng, Zhao Changfeng really made up his mind to charter the entire disco just now. Not to mention the entire discotheque, even if Ling'er asked him to buy this discotheque, Zhao Changfeng may also agree. Such a discotheque, the cost in ninety-six years was only five or six million, which was still within Zhao Changfeng's economic ability.

So why did Zhao Changfeng make such a big investment? Because during the meal, Ling'er told Zhao Changfeng that Zhao Qiang already knew about her winning the gold medal and was very happy. Ling'er told Zhao Qiang that the reason why she made such rapid progress this time and was able to win the gold medal in the Mathematics Olympiad was entirely due to the tutoring of a tutor for half a year. Zhao Qiang told Ling'er that he must invite this tutor to his home and let him express his gratitude to the tutor in person. As for who the tutor is, Ling'er hasn't told Zhao Qiang yet, she wants to have an unexpected surprise after her father sees Zhao Changfeng.

Zhao Changfeng also agreed with Ling'er's approach, because deep down he was looking forward to the effect of this kind of drama, and the more this was the case, the more Zhao Qiang was impressed by him.

Ling'er told Zhao Changfeng that Zhao Qiang was having a meeting in Yanjing, and the meeting was almost over, and Zhao Qiang would be able to rush back from Yanjing within two or three days. Zhao Qiang had already promised, as soon as he came back from Yanjing, he would immediately invite Zhao Changfeng to a banquet at home and thank Zhao Changfeng for his help to Ling'er.

Zhao Changfeng was very excited when he heard this, wasn't this the situation he was most looking forward to at the beginning? He deliberately helped Ling'er, although he had a love for Ling'er and wanted to help the little girl, but more importantly, he wanted to use Ling'er's springboard to meet Zhao Qiang and really establish a relationship with Zhao Qiang. For Zhao Changfeng, his biggest goal is to turn Zhao Qiang, a fake uncle, into a real uncle, and lay a solid foundation for his future career.

Because of this, Zhao Changfeng decided to make Ling'er happy in the two or three days of waiting for Zhao Qiang to come back from Yanjing, and to respond to all requests for Ling'er, so as not to make the little girl unhappy and cause extraneous branches, delaying the pace of establishing a relationship between him and Zhao Qiang.

When Zhao Changfeng was thinking about the bright future after meeting Zhao Qiang, Ling'er said in a low voice: "Brother, will you fight?" ”

Zhao Changfeng was stunned for a moment and said, "What's wrong?" Ling'er, who bullied you at school? ”

Ling'er pointed to the back of the waiter just now with disdain and said, "No. Brother, I just can't see the waiter's look down on people, and I really want to punch him in the face. ”

"Haha!" Zhao Changfeng laughed, "Ling'er, that's it." Actually, you don't need to fight if you want to get angry. We can use other methods, Ling'er, you watch, wait a minute, I'll let him whisper to us immediately, okay? ”

"Okay!" Ling'er smiled happily: "Brother, you have to hurry up, wait and see!" ”

After a while, the waiter brought over the things that Zhao Changfeng ordered and set them on the table. Then a red candle was lit in the middle of the table, and in the flickering candle flame, the atmosphere suddenly became much more romantic.

Zhao Changfeng beckoned to the waiter and said, "Bring me another pack of Chinese cigarettes." ”

The waiter was stunned for a moment, but the poor boy in his heart was getting more and more dragged, and he even smoked Chinese cigarettes in order to show off in front of his little girlfriend.

"Excuse me, sir, do you want a soft China or a hard China?"

Zhao Changfeng smiled and said, "Soft China." ”

The waiter was slightly surprised, the poor boy in his heart really put on a score like that, and he didn't even need to be hard.

"Wait a minute."

After the waiter left, Ling'er asked Zhao Changfeng, "Brother, don't you smoke?" What more smoke? ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled: "Aren't I angry for you?" ”

Ling'er blinked and said curiously, "Take a box of cigarettes and be able to vent for me?" ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled and said, "Ling'er, don't be in a hurry to ask. You'll find out just wait and see. ”

After the waiter brought the cigarette, Zhao Changfeng took it in his hand, and while tearing open the package, he said, "There is nothing wrong with this cigarette, right?" ”

The waiter hurriedly said, "Sir, please rest assured, the cigarettes sold in our Westdisk have always been genuine." ”

"Huh, huh? I'll take a look. ”

Hearing Zhao Changfeng say this, the waiter didn't dare to go far, he was afraid that Zhao Changfeng would get a pack of fake cigarettes and drop the real China, and then said that the cigarettes he sent over were fake.

What Zhao Changfeng wants is the effect of the waiter standing aside. He popped out a Chinese cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out his wallet, took out a hundred-dollar bill from it, and shook it on a candle, and the hundred-dollar bill burned. Zhao Changfeng put the hundred-yuan bill in front of him, and with his head slightly on the side, he lit the cigarette. Then Zhao Changfeng watched the hundred-yuan bill in his hand continue to burn, and when it was almost burning to his fingers, Zhao Changfeng flicked it lightly, and the remaining corners floated into the air, swaying and falling while burning, and when it fell to the ground, the hundred-yuan bill burned into ashes.

The waiter was dumbfounded, he had seen a lot of high-rollers who spent thousands of yuan a night at a table, but it was the first time he had seen a cigarette that was willing to light a cigarette with a hundred-dollar bill. When I thought of his attitude towards Zhao Changfeng just now, I regretted it a little, I thought it was a pair of poor ghosts, but I didn't expect it to be a pair of rich people. No wonder he wanted to cover the entire field as soon as he opened his mouth just now.

Zhao Changfeng snapped his fingers at the waiter, "Little brother, come over for a moment." ”

The waiter hurriedly trotted all the way to Zhao Changfeng, nodded and said, "Sir, what are your orders?" ”

Zhao Changfeng said with a smile: "The smoke is good, and the taste is very pure." Come on, smoke one too. ”

As he spoke, he shoved a cigarette into the waiter.

The waiter hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, we can't smoke when we go to work." ”

Zhao Changfeng smiled: "Why can't you?" Those waitresses said that they couldn't drink alcohol when they went to work, and sometimes they didn't just drink for the guests? It's all needed for work, and you foreman won't blame you! ”

As he spoke, he shoved the cigarette into the waiter's hand, took out a hundred-yuan bill, lit it on the candle, and brought it to the waiter: "Come, little brother." ”

(To be continued)