When faced with this situation, the lobby manager was helpless. These second-generation rich people are the hardest to talk to. They are rich and powerful. Ordinary people can only hide away. Even if they meet the company boss, they are acquaintances with their parents. Basically, they are acquaintances.
It won't be difficult.
This also creates the domineering character of these people.
A man with a crew cut in his forties came over. He looked like he had a good temperament and his position was high. He asked the lobby manager: "What's wrong? It's so noisy!"
"The guests in this private room..."
The lobby manager told the story exactly as it happened, and said to the man: "Mr. Li, what should we do? We can't afford to offend both parties."
The waiter walked out of Lu Feng's private room and whispered to the lobby manager: "Guests ask them to lower their voices. It has seriously affected their communication. Otherwise, we will complain."
"What are the backgrounds of these gentlemen here?" Mr. Li asked.
"It doesn't look simple. All the cars we drive are sports cars, and any one of them costs millions!" The lobby manager's words were very clear. If it were a bunch of young boys, he would have dealt with it long ago, and it would not be their turn to be lawless here.
"What kind of boss is 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 to the private room next to him. He didn't look like a big shot." The lobby manager guessed.
When Mr. Li heard this, he already understood in his heart that the lobby manager was definitely well-informed, and she must know the bosses who had a good reputation. If they were just some small bosses, it would be irrelevant.
"Tell them that we have already communicated with each other, and there is nothing we can do. Let them both solve the problem." Mr. Li continued the order.
The waiter opened the door and walked in. When Mr. Du saw her coming in, his face was already clouded. This meal tonight made him particularly unhappy. Originally, he wanted Lu Feng and Mr. Zou to experience eating and karaoke, but he didn't expect to lose face.
It's all lost here.
"Can't you handle this? Didn't I tell you to let your person in charge come in?" Mr. Du scolded the waiter.
The waiter was under pressure from both sides and felt extremely aggrieved. Before he could open his mouth, tears the size of soybeans fell down and he could not speak at all.
Lu Feng advised: "Okay, let the lobby manager come in."
Lu Feng's words were drowned in the sound of howling wolves next door. There was a hint of displeasure on his face. Mr. Zou could feel that Mr. Du couldn't get off the stage, so he said: "It's getting late. That's all for today.
Well, let’s make an appointment another day.”
"No, I have to ask. It's okay to occupy a private room. There's no such thing as bullying." Mr. Du stood up and burped, then walked out the door.
As soon as I walked out, I saw the lobby manager standing outside. He stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing for food? Didn't you hear the noise next door? We are here to eat, not to listen to their howling wolves."
"Sir, the door has been closed and we have communicated. If there is nothing we can do, you can communicate by yourself." The lobby manager pushed the question back.
Mr. Du was always in trouble. When the lobby manager said this, he couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted at the lobby manager: "Where is your person in charge? I want to file a complaint against you!"
"I am the person in charge of this restaurant." Mr. Li said, taking a step forward.
"You are the one? Let me ask you, if you go out to eat and there is so much noise next door, can you bear to 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: "We can give you a 20% discount."
Mr. Du has never felt that he has been so humiliated. Is the private room next door more prestigious?
Then what does he mean? He just goes out to have a meal, and he is being discriminated against by capital. The key is that Mr. Du always thinks that he belongs to a noble group of people, and he is capital!
"I don't care about the 20% discount. What do you mean they are noble? I just came out to have a meal, but you divided me into three, six or nine?" Mr. Du pointed at the private room next to him angrily and said: "Are they the upper class?
"
"We didn't say that. If you insist on staying in this private room, you can negotiate it yourself." The lobby manager said, "Aren't you awesome? You can solve it yourself."
Mr. Du was so angry that he walked to the private room door, pushed the door open, and shouted: "Can you be quiet? It affects others, you know?"
With a loud shout, the private room became quiet. The men and women inside looked towards him. Their faces were filled with vitality. The air in the private room was mixed with the smell of alcohol, making it particularly turbid.
The skinny man stared at Mr. Du and said, "Has it affected you? Go to the lobby manager and tell me what to do?"
"I'm just quarreling with you, what's the matter? Close the door for me!!"
"I asked you to close the door, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Several boys had drunk a little too much, their faces were red with wine, and they looked arrogant. They pointed at Mr. Du and looked like they were going to fight if they disagreed.
Mr. Du didn't expect that a few young boys would be so arrogant, and said in a deep voice: "Do it with me, okay? Come on, you can try to lift a finger from me today. I have been living in vain for so many years. I can just take money."
I'll smash you to death!"
"Throw me money to death?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The thin man walked to the door, opened the private room door completely, and asked Mr. Du: "How much money do you have? Who knows me?"
Several boys stood nearby and stared at Mr. Du with playful faces. They liked to play like this and make 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 just more than money? They can't do it, but the family has plenty of money.
"Who are you?" Mr. Du sneered, feeling a little funny.
"My dad is the chairman of Litian Financial Group." The thin man stared at Mr. Du and said proudly.
"My dad is the chairman of Zhentian Trading Group." Another boy with a childish face said.
"My dad is the chairman of Tianhong Real Estate Group..."
The names of group companies were mentioned one after another. This was not a group of children who had just grown hair. They were obviously a group of future leaders of large groups discussing future business trends.
"My family runs a restaurant chain and a large supermarket chain." The little girl who called herself Grandma Hua looked at Mr. Du and said, "I'm doing investment by the way. Do you want to compare money with us? How much money do you have?"
As soon as these words came out, the lobby manager and Mr. Li on the side couldn't help laughing and covered their faces with their hands. Isn't this asking for trouble? Mr. Du, who is in his thirties and can be considered a figure in the business world, wants to
suffer such humiliation.
"Let's talk about things. Now I'm talking about the noise. Don't you have any tutoring?" Mr. Du asked: "Didn't your parents teach you?"
When the skinny man heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't your parents teach you that you should be shorter when you meet a rich person? If you are rich, you are a master. Don't you understand this, my good grandson?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Fuck you..." Mr. Du couldn't help but take action.
"Come on, try hitting me." The skinny man's face was full of provocation and said: "If you dare to touch a hair on my head today, I will make it impossible for you to live in Xiangjiang tomorrow. Believe it or not?"
Mr. Du was so angry that he put his hand down abruptly, telling himself that he couldn't get along with this kind of person.
Seeing that Mr. Du had not come back, Mr. Zou saw that it was almost half past nine and it was time for him to go back. He stood up and said, "Mr. Lu, I have something to do over there, so I'll go ahead."
"It's okay, let's go together!" Lu Feng stood up and packed his things. The three girls next to him also hurriedly helped to see if anything was left behind.
Mr. Zou left the private room first and saw a group of people blocking the door and arguing. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Zou, why did you come out?" Mr. Du turned around and was surprised to see Mr. Zou.
"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 uses his age to preach to them.
"It's none of your business. If you find it noisy, go somewhere else." The skinny man replied.
"That's right, don't go out to play if you don't have money. Why are you pretending to be rich with just a few coins in your pocket?"
"This self-proclaimed rich man has made us all jealous. He dare not say what he does. How about you tell me how much money you have?"
"If you have money, you are my master. Don't do this to us, you know?"
Everyone was talking in a flurry, with a completely rebellious look. Mr. Zou felt unhappy. He didn't bother with these children, but they turned on him instead.
"Do you have a tutor? What kind of future do you have? How much money at home can you spend on eating, drinking and having fun all day long?" Mr. Zou scolded.
"If our family's money can support us to eat, drink and have fun, it won't last long, that is... in the next life." The skinny man asked Mr. Zou provocatively: "How many people do you have in your family?
Money?”
As if they were teasing a fool, a group of people introduced themselves to their families again. Mr. Zou, like Mr. Du, was speechless for a long time. They were right, if you have money, you are a grandfather.
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 problem of the noise next door?"
Mr. Du took a deep breath, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, don't bother with them."
"If you don't care about us, we still care about you." The skinny man said reluctantly.
Lu Feng also wanted to smooth things over and said: "It's all over. We all went out to have a meal and it was lively. But you guys are indeed too noisy. Please pay more attention to other people's feelings when going to such places.
"
"Who the hell are you?" A man asked with an angry face: "I can play whatever I want. How much money do you have? Do you know that if you have money, you are me? Who do you think you are?"
"If you have money, you are the master?" Lu Feng was stunned for a moment. If the more money is the master, then wouldn't he be the master? He asked doubtfully: "Am I considered the living ancestor?"