Looking at this place, Ye Hao was stunned for a moment.
This is the most famous hotel in Jiangkou District, the Magic City, and it is said to have a history of more than a hundred years.
This place can be said to be high-end, elegant and elegant, luxurious and elegant.
Eating in such a place costs thousands of yuan per dish. If you want to go to the private room to spend, you have to pay at least 10,000 yuan.
The price doesn't seem very scary, but the problem is that ordinary working class can't afford to spend in such a place.
Zhao Jianguo has been doing well over the years and is already a successful person.
His wife Li Xiaojuan is said to have opened a chain of beauty salons, and the business is also good, and the annual income of one million is not a big problem.
Even if families like them have reached the threshold of the upper-class circle in the Demon City at most, they are already qualified to come here to spend.
"Brother Ye, please come here!"
Zhao Jun already knew that this relative who looked poor was a cruel person. He felt that he was extremely precious and there was no need to fight against the tiles head-on, so he took Ye Hao into the Peace Tower with a smile on his face.
"Mrs. Zhao and the others have arrived in advance. In addition, there are several friends in the old age, all of whom are big names in the upper class circle!"
"Mr. Zhao and Miss Zhao will come later!"
"Just just now, Mr. Zhao told me to bring you here to have a meal first, and we will go home later."
Zhao Jun respectfully said: "Brother Ye, please go in. I, a driver, don't make jokes."
Obviously, he was determined to let Ye Hao suffer a little loss, so he deliberately did not lead the way.
Ye Hao saw through his little thoughts and turned around and entered the Heping Building without saying anything.
It would be fine if such a little person knows how to lie dormant. If he wants to jump up and down, Ye Hao doesn't mind giving him a lesson that he will never forget for life.
Carrying his luggage and Polygonum multiflorum before, Ye Hao walked to the door of the private room and knocked politely.
"It should be Linlin and her boyfriend coming. You guys wait. I have to call Jianguo and ask him to come over quickly, so as not to neglect everyone!"
At this time, a voice came from the room, and then a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked dignified and generous appeared in front of Ye Hao, as if she was about to welcome the big shot.
However, when she saw Ye Hao clearly, the expression on her face suddenly froze, and then she said in a lost voice: "You are, Ye Hao!"
Zhao Jianguo's wife, Zhao Linlin's mother, Li Xiaojuan.
Ye Hao smiled and said, "Hello Aunt Li!"
The two sides are considered family friendships and have known each other many years ago, so Ye Hao is still very enthusiastic about Aunt Li.
When he said hello, Ye Hao took a look at the wing room, which contained several men and women in gorgeous clothes, and they looked very rich.
However, neither Zhao Jianguo nor Zhao Linlin have come yet.
Li Xiaojuan looked surprised, and then said with a little weirdness: "Ye Hao, why are you here?"
Ye Hao was stunned for a moment and said, "Uncle Zhao asked Zhao Jun to send me here, saying that he would have dinner first and then go home."
"Bastard! Can a country boy attend our party?"
"Can't someone with a head on doing things??"
Li Xiaojuan looked angry.
Then she whispered: "Ye Hao, this is a very important gathering. Everyone who comes and goes is either rich or noble. This place is not suitable for you!"
"Let's do it, there's a hundred yuan here. Go outside and find some food for yourself. Don't bother us!"
While speaking, Li Xiaojuan took out a hundred-dollar bill from her bag and stuffed it into Ye Hao's hand like she was sent to a beggar.