To actually come to his territory to cause trouble when he was in such a good mood!
Fu Hong walked through the backyard, walked onto the small stone bridge, and turned into a small single-family building.
Someone personally opened the door to Fu Hong's box.
"Why do you come here to eat without saying a word, so that I can greet you personally?" The unhurried voice broke the coldness in the box, and Fu Hongpi glanced at the whole place with a smile.
When the people in the box saw Fu Hong appearing, the leader immediately stood up. The others who followed him also stood up collectively when they saw Fu Hong's appearance. Swish, swish, and the noble young man at that table was naturally frightened.
It was so embarrassing that they never expected that the boss behind the "Western Han Dynasty" was actually the prince, and they all looked dumbfounded.
Those of them from the capital were usually praised everywhere, but with Fu Hong standing here, how could they dare to be so arrogant?
When the leader saw Fu Hong, he immediately walked over and apologized:
"Brother Fu, long time no see. It turns out this is your store. It was a misunderstanding. It was a complete misunderstanding."
Fu Hong raised his lips, but his smile was not reflected in his eyes: "I don't know how many people came to support me, but I didn't entertain them well. Come and pour the wine. I'll punish myself with three drinks first."
Boom! What is Fu Hong’s identity?
It's just that he hasn't been hanging out in the capital in the past few years. He has gone to City A to inherit his grandfather Fu Yang's property and has been doing well.
He himself said that he would punish himself with three drinks, but he would not dare to take it from others even though he was willing to drink it.
The sharp-eyed steward immediately pulled out a chair.
Fu Hong glanced casually, took his seat gracefully, and didn't say anything, just waiting for the waiter to pour the wine.
The leading guest was so anxious that he even broke out in sweat, mentally scolding his cousin who had instigated him to make trouble.
He came to City A with some friends, and his cousin told him that the most famous restaurant here is "Western Han", but it was very fancy. The last time he came here, there were no private rooms, and he had to book it far in advance, which made him lose his temper in front of his friends.
To save face, I want them to bring some bad luck.
This is great, I didn't find the bad luck, and I found myself frustrated.
"Prince, this is really a misunderstanding. The business of Prince's hotel is really good, it is unique and different..."
"Don't you think the food here is not delicious? Is there anyone who has a bad stomach?"
Fu Hong interrupted him directly, then his face darkened and he sneered: "Now I, the boss, am here to apologize in person. What about the guest who had a bad stomach? Do you need me to personally send him to the hospital?"
"No, no, that's not the case." The man who claimed to have a stomachache broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, he knelt down with a pop and slapped himself hard: "Prince, it's me who can't see Taishan.
It’s full of nonsense. You don’t remember the faults of villains. I didn’t eat bad food. I really didn’t eat bad food. It’s all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding.”
"Oh, is it really a misunderstanding?" Fu Hong smiled faintly: "Now that the misunderstanding has been made clear, let's forget about it for today. You can continue drinking. All drinks are free today. But——"
Fu Hong paused as he spoke and looked at the person kneeling in front of him: "I don't even know if I have a bad stomach. It seems that I am really ill. Someone, please send this guest to travel."
The No. 213 Hospital (mental hospital) told me that the patient I sent him there had a bad stomach, and that he had to be carefully checked to make sure he was completely fine before he was released from the hospital."