"Then let's get in the car too." Shao Xinhou said, taking the lead in sitting in the driver's seat.
Zhong Wenxing and Shao Hailan looked at each other, then opened the car door and got in with a smile.
After sitting down, Zhong Wenxing asked somewhat proudly: "Third brother, how is their car? Is it okay?"
Shao Xinhou sneered again in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended to approve, saying: "That's really good, the children are promising."
"Isn't that right? We misunderstood Xiao Jiang's son-in-law before, but he is actually very capable." Zhong Wenxing said.
Shao Xinhou really wants to spit on him, is he capable? If he is capable, why is your wife scolding him in the WeChat group every day, just for fun?
A few people said nothing more. This kind of topic can only be talked about for a few words. How can it be regarded as a fixed topic.
On the Porsche Cayenne, Zhong Jiawei said apologetically: "Hubby, my third uncle has this temperament. Maybe because he has always been able to make money, he likes to lecture others every time he comes back. Don't take it to heart."
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said: "Don't worry, everyone is like this. After you gain ability, your mentality will be arrogant and inflated. This is normal. Besides, as long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, I don't care."
It's okay for Shao Xinhou to show off in front of others. If you want to show off in front of him, you are really looking for the wrong person.
Shao Anlan also said with an embarrassed look: "Brother-in-law, my dad is indeed a bit arrogant, but he is not a bad person."
Zhong Jiawei nodded and agreed: "Yes, if something happens at home, the third uncle will always be the first to help. Money should be given, effort should be given, there is no need to say this."
Knowing that they were both afraid that he would think too much, Jiang Zhihao chimed in with a few words to save them from worrying too much.
After about half an hour, two cars arrived at Yuye Hotel one after another.
Jiang Zhihao deliberately waited at the door until Shao Xinhou and Zhong Wenxing came over, then went in together.
As soon as he entered the door, Shao Xinhou began to brag: "Let me tell you, I am the most familiar with places like this. They..."
Before he finished speaking, the lobby manager ran over, bowed to Jiang Zhihao, and said politely and enthusiastically: "Mr. Jiang, good afternoon. I am the lobby manager Yan Yahua. I am happy to serve you."
Shao Xinhou was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe properly. He didn't even finish a sentence of his awesomeness when the lobby manager came over and asked Jiang Zhihao, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhihao knew the lobby manager and met him when he came to Yuye Hotel for dinner last time.
"Our family is coming over for dinner. Is there a private room?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"Yes, yes, you are here. Even if there is not one, I have to make one for you. Otherwise, Mr. Song will scold me." Yan Yahua asked with a flattering look on his face: "By the way, do you want it?"
I'm going to call Mr. Song, he's here today, and I think he was planning to find you after dinner."
"No need, I'll just contact him later." Jiang Zhihao waved his hand.
Song Kanglai was a very enthusiastic person and acted tactfully, letting him know that when he came, he would definitely have to give him this and that. It was just for a meal, and Jiang Zhihao didn't want to make such a big move.
"Okay, you guys, please come over here and I will take you to the box." Yan Yahua bent down and stretched out his hand.
After leading several people into the box, Yan Yahua originally wanted to serve beside him, but was driven away by Jiang Zhihao.
Why do you always stay here when the family is having dinner? Even if his attitude is enthusiastic, Jiang Zhihao still doesn't like outsiders to interfere.