At the door of Qinghui Pavilion Restaurant.

Passing diners watched as a Bentley 2019 latest Continental GT coupe drove into the parking lot.

"I trough, which local tyrant is this, actually drove the latest Bentley this year to eat, this is also too arrogant!"

"Don't say, this car will cost more than ten million! And there are not many people who can be bought on the market, who is in the car!

"Cut, most of the people who can buy this kind of luxury car are old men of seventy and eighty!"

"How do you know, in case it's a rich second generation!"

Lu Sen was dressed in a black suit, walked down from the driver's seat with a straight posture, and respectfully opened the door for Liang Chen, although he was wearing sportswear, but his spirit was very high.

Gentleman Liang Chen helped Yin Mei out of the car, put his arm around her waist and looked up.

Qinghui Pavilion is still quite a place to be pressed, and not to mention the level, you still have to make an appointment for dinner, otherwise I am afraid that there is no place to come rashly

, "Look, it's really a rich second generation, but the taste is not bad, the beauty next to me is quite elegant, a Peugeot classical beauty!"

"I think he's an upstart, look at his outfit, maybe he bought the stall somewhere!"

Although Liang Chen didn't listen carefully, he still listened to it, and he didn't have time to calculate with these idlers, and took Yin Mei into Qinghui Pavilion.

"Welcome to Qinghui Pavilion, do you have an appointment?"

Looking at Liang Chen's dressed in a stall sportswear, there was a trace of disdain in his mouth.

Dressed like this, you dare to come to Qinghui Pavilion to eat, I'm afraid you went to the wrong place!

Although his mouth was very disdainful, the expression on his face was still smiling, after all, in a place like Qinghui Pavilion, training a fake smile was an inevitable step.

"Nope! But Zhou Zhisheng called me! Hearing

Zhou Zhisheng's name, the maid looked at Liang Chen in surprise.

Mr. Zhou's invited guests?

He is the president of Jiayuan Zhihui, no wonder I saw Mr. Zhou waiting in the private room for an hour today and no one came, it turned out to be waiting for him.

Zhou Zhisheng can be regarded as a frequent guest of Qinghui Pavilion, but any business negotiation is to invite people to Qinghui Pavilion for a banquet, but no one has ever dared to be so late for so long like this man in front of him.

The maid looked Liang Chen up and down again, and really couldn't see anything surprising, but the expression on her face changed from disdain to complete respect.

"Okay! Over here please! "

I can't imagine that this old guy Zhou Zhisheng can be so famous in Qinghui Pavilion, and he has long known that Qinghui Pavilion has always been a place of communication for the upper class.

I wanted to come here for a meal before, but I never had time.

Follow the maid, through the golden hall, the whole European custom furniture is neatly placed in the middle of the hall, there is a lot of people, and you know that most of the people who come to eat are relatively rich people.

"Knock knock... Mr. Zhou, your guests have arrived! The

door of the private room was not closed, and Zhou Zhisheng was sweating all over his body while sitting in the main seat, for fear that Liang Chen would really be angry today, and raised his eyes to see Liang Chen's figure.

Suddenly excited, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Oh, Mr. Liang, you can be considered here! Quick, please sit! The

maid looked at Zhou Zhisheng's series of flattering actions and was surprised.

Who is this man in front of me wearing a youth sportswear?

It was actually such a big face, so that Zhou Zhisheng personally stepped forward to greet him.

Amazing! It's amazing!

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