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Chapter 664 The richest man in the world

The courtyard is not big, and the person who came out to greet them was a middle-aged aunt.

"I didn't expect the two guests to be so young. Please come in."

The aunt brought the two of them into a room, which was about three to five square meters. There was a square table in the middle, and the furniture was antique and full of charm.

"Lunch will be around 12:30, I'll make tea for you."

Brother is so generous with the private dishes. You must know that the consumption in such a place is very high, and customers are not allowed to order. It depends entirely on the mood of the chef. How much it will cost is unknown. People who come to dine are either rich or expensive.

"Brother, you are so kind to me."

"How about a private meal?"

"Even if you eat dirt, senior brother is still a good senior brother."

Zhong Li looked at her with satisfaction and smiled, "I'm going to school in the afternoon, you can come with me."

This is to tie her to the body, and Miss Su said that she didn't want it.

In the thermal imaging, another group of guests came in, and soon they heard the voice of a foreigner.

The middle-aged aunt obviously didn't speak foreign languages, so it was difficult to communicate with her. The yard was very lively with chatter.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

"Students, do you understand English?"

Su Jian looked at Zhongli and nodded.

"Do Auntie a favor, translate it for me, and explain to them clearly that reservations are required here. All the tables are reserved for today, and the dishes prepared are only those, and no more can be added."

After following her senior brother out, Su Jian was stunned for a moment.

I never expected that I would meet the future richest man in the world on such an ordinary day.

This foreign man with blue eyes and white skin has become famous all over the world, but many people in China don't know it.

"Hello, this is a private restaurant, you need to make a reservation in advance..."

Zhong Li introduced the restaurant to him generously. Just as the richest man was about to turn around and leave in frustration, Su Jian suddenly said, "I can cook it for you. It tastes the same as here."

Zhongli looked at her in surprise.

"Hello Mr. Guy, my name is Su Jian, nice to meet you!"

"Wow, pretty lady, you know my name?" Mr. Guy was also surprised.

He made a temporary decision to come to China this time. He got on the plane last night, got off the plane and went straight to this restaurant.

Because his Prime Minister friend said that there is a restaurant in the capital of China that cooks particularly delicious food.

Mr. Guy is a level 10 food lover and vows to eat delicious food from all over the world. Since his friend, the Prime Minister, highly recommends it, he must arrange it.

"Are you telling the truth?" Mr. Guy was very interested in Su Jian's words.

"There is an old saying in China: If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work. I dare to extend an invitation to Mr. Guy, so I'm certainly not talking big."

Feeling uncomfortable that he had gone all the way in vain, he agreed to Su Jian's invitation due to his good cultivation and love for food.

"If you come to this place tomorrow, I can make whatever you want to eat."

Mr. Guy was very happy, "Can't you do it tonight?"

"No, I need to prepare ingredients."

"Okay, how do I contact Miss Su? If you want something delicious, I'll ask the secretary to call you."

Su Jian left her mobile phone number. After Mr. Guy left, Zhongli and her returned to the room to have dinner.

"Junior sister, why are you suddenly interested in this foreigner?"

"Didn't Senior Brother say that people who come here to eat are either rich or noble?"

Zhongli smiled bitterly, that's right, but you don't need to get to know everyone, right?

"Brother, I want to help you."

That man is the richest man in the world. If you just cooperate with him, wealth will roll in. Are you afraid that there will be no funds for future research? Are you afraid that the poor old professors will save their food rations to support their careers?

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