The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 95 It must be a fake
Mo Huasong knew that Liu Lanxi came to the world of comprehension from the earth, and next semester he would come to the Fine Arts Department of Zhanhai Art Academy to study as a freshman.

Lan Xi, in this lifetime, I will definitely love you well, and will not let you suffer any more grievances.Mo Huasong secretly clenched his fists.

Zhanhai Academy of Art is not far from Dynasty Hotel, not long after, the taxi stopped at the hotel entrance.

Lin Zhiwei stood at the door staring left and right, looking very anxious.

Just now he received a message from Mo Huasong, asking for a private room for lunch.

As soon as Lin Zhiwei heard the news, he didn't care about lying on the bed and undressing to wait for his beautiful lover, so he put on his clothes and ran out to wait.

But after waiting for so long, he didn't see Mo Huasong driving over.

Lin Zhiwei saw the taxi parked in front of him blocking his sight, and couldn't help but get a little angry and said, "Driver, hurry up, don't stop here."

The rear door opened, and Su Weidong and Du Ling got out of the car.

When Lin Zhiwei saw Su Weidong, he froze for a moment, and hurriedly looked at the taxi carefully.

He recognized Su Weidong as Mr. Mo's good friend. Su Weidong was there, so maybe Mr. Mo was also in the car.

Lin Zhiwei took a look and finally found that Mo Huasong was in the taxi.

Damn it, Mr. Mo, don't pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger like this, okay?With your status and status, what luxury car do you want?

If you want, I can give you a 1000 million Ferrari sports car.It's a disgrace that you came here in a battered taxi.

Lin Zhiwei hurried to the driver's side, as if he couldn't see Mo Huasong.

When the driver saw Lin Zhiwei running over, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

This is the Dynasty Hotel, a very awesome place.

Especially this man was wearing a hotel suit and uniform, he looked like a manager, let alone someone like him who could be provoked.

"Manager, don't hit me, I'm leaving now." The driver said in fear.

"Don't worry, brother driver, have you eaten yet? If you haven't, I'll treat you to dinner here. Our hotel has always put people first and treat people well, so how could you beat people?" Lin Zhiwei was afraid of Mo Huasong over there. Misunderstood, hurriedly explained to the driver.

"Please, treat me to dinner?" The driver felt that the hotel manager might not have taken his medicine today.

Lin Zhiwei nodded his head desperately: "Yes, I treat you to dinner, do you appreciate my face?"

Mo Huasong opened the door and got out of the car, and the driver drove away immediately.

If there is nothing to show courteousness, it is either rape or theft. How can the driver dare to stay here to eat free meals?

Seeing Mo Huasong's cold face, Lin Zhiwei didn't dare to run over to touch the iron plate, and hurried to Su Weidong's side: "Mr. Su, hello. I have already arranged the imperial room for you."

"Imperial room?" Su Weidong felt his feet were a little weak, but the minimum consumption was 50.

Du Ling thought that Su Weidong was feeling unwell again, so she hurriedly supported him: "Weidong, are you alright?"

"Mr. Su, there is a lot of blood on your clothes, what happened?" Lin Zhiwei hurriedly flattered him: "Who doesn't have eyes, tell me, and I will immediately make his life worse than death."

Su Weidong shook his head and said, "Manager Lin, I'm fine."

Then Su Weidong whispered to Du Ling: "Du Ling, the minimum consumption of the imperial room is 50."

"What?" Du Ling was terrified.

They are just four people eating. If they want to spend 50 yuan, it is really scary.

"Then go to the imperial room. Manager Lin, send someone to buy a new set of clothes for Wei Dong." Mo Huasong ordered Lin Zhiwei.

Dynasty Hotel has a counter for selling clothes. Lin Zhiwei asked Su Weidong the size of the clothes he was wearing, and asked a waitress to get them.

Then Lin Zhiwei took Mo Huasong and the others into the imperial room, chatted for a few words and then left.

Du Ling asked Mo Huasong worriedly: "Mo Huasong, I heard that the minimum consumption of the imperial room is 50?"

"It seems so, but it doesn't matter." Mo Huasong didn't care.Anyway, he has the Supreme Dragon Card, and he can swipe the card for consumption at any time.

"What? So much money? You still say it doesn't matter, do you have so much money?" Du Ling asked.

Mo Huasong looked at Du Ling and said, "As long as my brother Su Weidong is happy, I really don't care. As long as you treat him sincerely, you can come here to eat every day. I'll take care of everything."

"Hua Song." Su Weidong looked at Mo Huasong with emotion.

"You, your family is in business?" Du Ling was a little surprised.

To be honest, Mo Huasong was quite handsome, and Lu Xuebing seemed to have a crush on him.But Lu Xuebing's requirements are also high, and she wants to find a boyfriend with a good family.

At first Du Ling thought that Mo Huasong's family was poor, maybe Lu Xuebing wouldn't like him.

But with today's contact, Du Ling felt that Mo Huasong seemed to have an indescribable nobility, as if he looked down on the world.

"It seems so." Mo Huasong nodded slightly.

The mother took over the previous assets of the Li family, and it is said that a Zhanhai Mo family was established to replace the previous Li family, and the momentum was very strong.

"Well, I'll treat you to dinner today, and if you behave well, you may be pleasantly surprised." Du Ling nodded after thinking about it.

If Mo Hua Song spends 50 yuan and can pursue Lu Xuebing, it should be very worthwhile.

Not long after, Lin Zhiwei came in with some boxes. "Mr. Su, do you see if these clothes fit you well?"

Su Weidong took out his clothes from the box and went into the bathroom to change.

Du Ling looked at the labels on those boxes, her beautiful eyes widened: "Manager Lin, this, these clothes with Versace labels all printed on them, shouldn't they be authentic or fake?"

You must know that the authentic clothes of Versace, a well-known Italian luxury brand, cost tens of thousands of dollars each.

Just now Su Weidong took two pieces of clothes, which may cost 2 to [-] yuan. How can he afford them?

"Miss, all the clothes in our hotel are genuine, there is absolutely no fake." Lin Zhiwei hurriedly explained.

Mr. Mo is right next to him. If he is made to think that Dynasty Hotel is making fake products, he will really die in a very ugly way.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiwei wiped off his cold sweat again.

"It's all true." Du Ling was right when she thought about it, what kind of place is the Dynasty Hotel, how could it be fake.

Su Weidong came out wearing a white T-shirt and black slacks, and happily asked Du Ling, "Du Ling, do you think I look good in it?"

"Wei Dong, you look good in your clothes." Mo Huasong nodded appreciatively.

Sure enough, Buddha depends on gold clothes, and people depend on clothes.

Su Weidong usually looks unremarkable in ordinary clothes, but wearing this set of Versace brand-name clothes, he feels different, a bit heroic.

"Wei Dong, these clothes are very expensive, maybe 2 yuan." Du Ling walked to Su Weidong's side and whispered.

"What? So expensive? I'm going to take it off now." Su Weidong was taken aback, thinking of going to the bathroom to change the Versace.

Lin Zhiwei hurriedly said: "Mr. Su, don't take it off, we gave it to you."

"Why did you give it to me?" Su Weidong looked at Lin Zhiwei warily.

(End of this chapter)