Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

The place to meet Ji Chuncheng was finally chosen at a teahouse.

This teahouse is called Ruyi Teahouse. It was a teahouse that Father Yan often went to during his lifetime. He liked the lazy and cozy atmosphere there very much, which is different from the fast-paced modern city.

Yan Hui looked up at the familiar signboard of the teahouse, and couldn't help feeling that things were right and people were wrong.

She tugged on Ling Yue's sleeve: "Here, my dad used to come here often. Look at that window, I always sit there and look at the scenery outside the window."

In order to be close to the golden position of the window, Yan Hui would have a small fight with Yan's father every time, but what was the result?Does that need to be said?
Ling Yue looked up at the window and said, "Then let's sit there today."

After Yan's father passed away, Yan Hui never came here again, but the waiter recognized her at a glance and greeted her warmly: "Miss Yan, you are here."

When he glanced back again, he saw Ling Yue who came in with Yan Hui.Huh?Wasn't this guy before?

But regardless of his young age, the young man is clever, with doubts hidden in his heart, he still greeted him enthusiastically, "Miss Yan, long time no see, who are you today?"

Yan Hui counted silently in her heart: "Probably five or six."

The little guy smiled and said: "It's just right, the Yuexi River is empty, I will take you there."

Yuexijiang is the name of the private room of Ruyi Teahouse, but Yan Hui didn't want to go to this private room today, she said to the boy, "I'm going to Chufengxuan."

Chufengxuan is the fixed private room where Yan's father comes back every time.

The little guy has a pretty good memory, "Miss Yan, I also know that you are used to coming to Chufengxuan, but today, unfortunately, Chufengxuan already has guests."

Yan Hui was disappointed, "There is someone..."

Ling Yue couldn't bear Yan Hui's disappointment. He looked directly at the boy and said in an unquestionable tone: "Tell the current guests there, as long as they are willing to give up Chu Fengxuan, I will cover all their expenses today."

"In addition, I can also give them ten times the amount of today's consumption as compensation. If they don't want to, I can add more until they are willing to sell."

The latter sentence is very enviable, ten times!

Ruyi Teahouse itself is a high-end and time-honored teahouse, and it costs a lot of money. A few cups of ordinary tea and some snacks cost hundreds of dollars.

As for the private room, there is a minimum consumption. Even if it is calculated according to the minimum consumption, this ten times can easily break through five figures.

The people who can sit in this Ruyi teahouse are not ordinary working class, but when they see Ling Yue's attitude of treating money like dirt, they still can't help but have a subtle state of mind.

Why are some people tall, handsome, rich, and beautiful girlfriends?Spend money if you want to go to the private room?
Ling Yue's words made the boy hesitate. Ruyi Teahouse has been able to operate until now, relying on the word "comfortable", otherwise, who would want to come here.

If he squeezed away the guests of Chufengxuan for money today, what would the other guests think?Do you want to lose the reputation of Ruyi Teahouse?

The little guy stood there, thinking quickly about how to politely reject Ling Yue's request, but he was caught off guard by a slap on the back of the head.

"You elm bump, why don't you hurry up and do what Mr. Ling said?" The voice was so familiar, the boy didn't need to look back to know that it must be his boss.

"Uncle, Uncle, I'll go right away." He touched the back of his head which was a bit sore, and ran upstairs quickly.

The owner of Ruyi Teahouse is a big fat man, who looks a bit like a famous actor in the cross talk world, he looks very kind, even if he stands there doing nothing, it still makes people feel kind.

Yan Hui recognized him and called "Uncle Yu".

Boss Yu looked at her with a smile, "It's Yan Hui, you haven't been to Uncle Yu for a long time."

Yan Hui smiled: "Before I was busy all the time, so I think of you, Uncle Yu, every time I have free time today?"

Boss Yu laughed, "Yan Hui, it's your sweet tooth."

Turning his eyes, he saw that Yan Hui had an injury on her foot, he hurriedly told her to sit down first, and still complained about the boy just now: "My nephew is really losing his eyesight."

Yan Hui said kind words to the boy: "Uncle Yu, I have nothing to do here, it's okay to stand for a while."

Boss Yu greeted Yan Hui to sit down, and then looked at Ling Yue: "Mr. Ling, I didn't know you were here before, so I was so slow, I hope you can forgive me!"

This attitude is equally enthusiastic, but there are obviously some flattering elements in it.

Ling Yue sat down reservedly, with a faint smile that could be dissipated by the wind on his face: "Boss Yu is polite."

Seeing this, the guests of the teahouse were even more curious about Ling Yue's identity. It's not like they haven't seen Gao Fushuai before, but it's really the first time they have met Gao Fushuai who is so young and can make the boss have such a good attitude.

The three of them exchanged a few casual greetings, and the little guy ran downstairs with a "thud thump thump" and said with a look of embarrassment: "The guests of Chufengxuan said that they are booking there today, don't worry about it." If you say ten times, you won't leave a hundred times."

Ling Yue frowned, and was about to speak, but Boss Yu became anxious: "This old Zhang, why is he so rigid, no, I have to talk to him!"

Turning his head, he smiled again: "My little nephew is young and ignorant, so he must have said something wrong. Wait a minute, Mr. Ling. I'll go up and persuade him."

Don't look at Boss Yu's fat body, but his movements are very flexible, and he went upstairs in a few strokes.

After a while, Boss Yu went downstairs with a happy face.

"Mr. Ling, Chu Fengxuan has been let out, please go upstairs!"

The boy stared in astonishment, how could the guest who had just blown his beard and stared and said that he was determined not to let him talk so easily to the boss as soon as he came up?
What happened in between?
Not only the little guy was curious, but other guests were also extremely curious. During the exchange of eyes, many guesses flowed out.

Ling Yue nodded reservedly, "Thank you, Boss Yu, for your trouble."

Boss Yu's face turned into a flower with a smile: "Mr. Ling has nothing to say, small things are trivial, nothing to worry about."

A few people went upstairs, and the Chufengxuan was empty, not even the traces of the last wave of guests.

"Mr. Ling, please sit down, what would you like to drink?" Boss Yu smiled attentively and handed over the order.

Ling Yue took it and passed it to Yan Hui: "What do you want?"

Sitting in the familiar seat again, Yan Hui was a little dazed, subconsciously took the list, and took a long time to open it.

She flipped through it mechanically, and didn't take those words into her mind at all, but she still spit out a string of names very familiarly.

These things were often ordered when she and father Yan came here.