Lu Mingfei Development Program

Chapter 70 Aspasia (First Order Request!)
Although Lu Mingfei wanted to turn his grief and anger into appetite and relieve the pain of drinking countless bottles of concentrated nutrient solution, he suddenly fell silent when he arrived at the dining area.

Aspasia, an Italian restaurant that is luxurious to a certain extreme, is said to have only one in Hong Kong Island. Then it closed, and I don't know when it opened again in southern Jiangsu. But none of this matters. What matters is that he is sitting here now, and Liu Miaomiao is right across from him.

Lu Mingfei had heard of this restaurant, and it was said that it was applying for Michelin three stars, and the prices were shockingly expensive. However, Liu Miaomiao sat down naturally after coming in, and asked him if he had any food taboos. After getting the answer that there were no, Liu Miaomiao called the waiter and told him the menu she usually used.

It was dinner time, and the restaurant was bustling with people. The men were dressed in neat suits, and no matter what they looked like, they looked very majestic. The women were wearing low-cut off-shoulder dresses, stockings, and high heels, looking gorgeous.

Lu Mingfei and Liu Miaomiao, who were sitting here in their Shilan school uniforms, were quite conspicuous. But if you have to look deeper, how can Western-style school uniforms not be considered suits?

It was obvious at first glance that this place was not affordable for ordinary high school students. When the waiter came up, Lu Mingfei glanced at the menu in his hand, and then tactfully told Liu Miaomiao that they could change to another restaurant.

Liu Miaomiao looked at him, smiled and said that this place is fine, then she stopped talking and waited for the food to be served. Lu Mingfei then remembered that her family had a villa with a golf course in California Sunshine in the west of the city, and then he stopped talking too.

The owner of this restaurant chose a very stylish location. It is said to be a foreign-style house of a French businessman before the liberation. It is also a building with some history in southern Jiangsu. On the left side of the restaurant is a wine cabinet that is somewhat unique in shape. No matter how you look at it, it is a wine cabinet converted from a ship.

On the right is a huge French window, outside of which is a tree-lined path, and beyond that is a small river. People sitting by the window can see a nice river view just by turning their heads to the side, and can see a retro Western-style building to the other side. The designer is really good at this.

Liu Miaomiao didn't say anything, just smiled slightly and looked at the restaurant, looking a little dazed. Lu Mingfei was scrolling through his phone, watching classmates in the class group posting photos of Zhao Menghua's farewell banquet. Mr. Zhao's family booked several tables at the Regent Hotel, and not only classmates and members of the literature club, but also teachers were invited, just like a farewell banquet for teachers.

The Regent Hotel is actually a high-end hotel, but it seems much more affordable compared to this place. Lu Mingfei saw Su Xiaoqiang in the photos sent by his classmates. This girl actually joined in the fun. She was sitting with the quiet Chen Wenwen.

As the president of the literature club and a close friend not long ago, it seemed a bit unreasonable for Chen Wenwen not to go. However, as someone who witnessed the death of Mr. Zhao, Lu Mingfei felt that Zhao Menghua probably didn't want to see her.

Perhaps she felt that it was inappropriate for her to be too quiet as the host, so Liu Miaomiao whispered to Lu Mingfei: "I have never heard that you can dance before."

In fact, it was not just her, but everyone in Shilan Middle School had this question, and this question became one of the new unsolved mysteries of Shilan. After all, at last year's welcome party, Lu Mingfei stepped on Su Xiaoqiang's foot, which was seen by many people.

After he unexpectedly topped the list of the most powerful people, this dark history was dug up and posted on the campus forum. After comparing the two, countless students were even more puzzled: is this really the same person?

Some people say that he is a genius who rose from a waste. His progress in one year is so terrifying. What if he waits until the third year of high school? I am afraid that the little Shilan will not be able to tolerate him. Some people also say that he is playing the pig to eat the tiger, because compared with dancing with beautiful girls, eating is the most important thing. Liu Miaomiao didn't know how long she was amused by the enthusiastic speculations of netizens. She also wanted to know the answer, but she would not make random guesses because she could ask the person himself.

"You'll learn it if you keep watching, relying on a little bit of unwillingness, plus a little bit of miracles and good luck." Lu Mingfei answered. Su Xiaoqiang also asked him this, and he answered the same way. After all, he couldn't find other reasons. Otherwise, how could he say that he would learn it by just snapping his fingers?

Liu Miaomiao fell silent after this answer. Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at a corner of the restaurant, and he understood why this girl suddenly asked this question. There was a dance floor in a corner of the restaurant, and there was a band playing next to it, and it looked familiar.

Lu Mingfei looked carefully and found that this was the band that accompanied them at the party. The violinist, who seemed to be the leader of the band, noticed him and waved to him. It was not a good idea to run over and say hello during work hours.

After nodding in response, Lu Mingfei heard the chubby guy with a slicked-back hair sitting next to him tell his female companion that the dance floor was built recently and was said to be influenced by the Shilan Tango guy who was quite popular on the Internet. The band invited were all the original ones and could only perform regularly.

Fatty said that rich people like to do this, and it's the same in Europe and America. After dinner, they go to the dance floor and dance around, and they don't care if they dance well or not, as long as they look classy. Then Fatty's female companion, who was wearing very little, suddenly said in a coquettish voice that made Lu Mingfei's hair stand on end, that she wanted to try it too.

The fat guy, who said he was not cut out for the job and that it would be hard for him to even turn around, was very self-aware and rejected her. He also said that a senior sister whom he had met when he was studying abroad was coming to southern Jiangsu, and asked that female companion not to contact him in the future.

Putting aside the bloody plot, Lu Mingfei appeared to be extremely cool on the surface, but he was laughing wildly in his heart. Such a high-end restaurant, selling such expensive dishes, actually needed to rely on popularity, and it was his popularity that they were relying on.

Liu Miaomiao also heard what the fat guy said, and the way she lowered her head and covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled attracted a lot of attention. Then she whispered to Lu Mingfei that the fat guy was the prince of the Black Prince Group, and his name was Shao something.

The Black Prince Group, a major taxpayer in southern Jiangsu, has also risen in the past decade. If Chu Tianjiao is a dark horse among entrepreneurs in southern Jiangsu, then the Black Prince Group is a dark horse among local enterprises, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a leading enterprise.

If there is a leader among the second-generation rich in the business circle of Southern Jiangsu, it must be this Mr. Shao. Zhao Menghua is far inferior to him. Otherwise, with his status, it is not certain that any pretty girl would look at him more than once.

Although they were both acquaintances in the local business circle, Liu Miaomiao didn't know much about this black prince, so it was not surprising that she couldn't remember his name. She only heard that he occasionally had scandals with some female stars, and then he, who had already graduated from Eton College, somehow ran back.

(End of this chapter)