"I'm in Quanjude. I brought a group of friends for dinner today, but I found that there is no room here. The only empty box was reserved by Mr. Song! The manager didn't dare to make the decision and gave this box to me without permission.
Me!" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile, but his eyes intentionally glanced at the middle-aged manager.
When the middle-aged manager heard this, his eyes widened and he couldn't help but trembled in his heart.
"Oh? How big a deal is this? Since you have already arrived, the private room will be given to you! It will be the same if I take my people to eat elsewhere! Give your phone to Manager Liu and I will talk to him
!" Song Yingjie heard this and said disapprovingly.
Zhuo Yifan agreed, then handed the phone to the middle-aged manager, and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to answer the call from Mr. Song you mentioned?"
Not to mention how embarrassed the middle-aged manager was at this moment, his face was turning blue and white, it was so wonderful.[
But after hesitating, he still nervously took Zhuo Yifan's cell phone and put it to his ear.
"Song...Mr. Song?" the middle-aged manager asked nervously.
"Manager Liu! I'm Song Yingjie!" Song Yingjie announced his family name.
The middle-aged manager could naturally recognize Song Yingjie's voice, and immediately confirmed the other party's identity. At the same time, he became even more wary of Zhuo Yifan.
"Mr. Song, do you have any instructions? I've been keeping your box for you!" the middle-aged manager quickly explained. He said this because he wanted to tell Song Yingjie that I only offended this gentleman because of you.
.You can't blame me. If this man gets angry, you have to block it for me!
"Oh! Just give him my box! He is my brother-in-law, not an outsider!" Song Yingjie said straight to the point.
"Ah? What?" The middle-aged manager was stunned when he heard this. This young man is actually Song Yingjie's brother-in-law? Damn, he is the son-in-law of a well-known family?
"What? Manager Liu didn't understand what I said?" Song Yingjie raised his voice with some dissatisfaction.
"Oh! No... I understand! I'll do it right away!" The middle-aged manager came to his senses and immediately agreed with fear.
"That's okay! Give him the phone back!" Song Yingjie said calmly.
The middle-aged manager then swallowed the smear and nervously handed the phone to Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan calmly took the phone and smiled at Song Yingjie: "Thanks! Otherwise, I really don't know where to eat at noon!"
"What's the big deal? There's nothing to thank you for. You can take your people to dinner first. I'm going out to eat too!" Song Yingjie chuckled disapprovingly.
"Okay! Let's do this for now!" After Zhuo Yifan exchanged greetings with Song Yingjie, he ended the call.
"Can you take me to the private room now?" Zhuo Yifan put away his phone and looked at the middle-aged manager and asked with a smile.
"Yes! Of course! But, are you alone?" The middle-aged manager nodded hurriedly, and then asked with some doubts.
"Of course not!" After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he waved in the direction of the door. Qing Yan, Ryan and his group naturally walked over quickly.
"Nine people in total!" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.
"Oh! Then Master Zhuo, come with me!" The middle-aged manager quickly nodded in agreement and personally led them towards the big box.[
