Hearing this, Xiao Qiang suddenly realized that he thought his mother was right.
Didn't you hear the waiter mention Mr. Xiao just now? He must be talking about his father!
So he turned his head and looked at Xiao He arrogantly: "How about it, Xiao He, you are so scared! Have you never seen such a scene? Let me tell you, people with status like us, wherever we go,
I can eat it happily."
There was a sense of superiority and superiority in his eyes.
Shen Cui'e also said proudly: "Xiaoqiang, please open that Moutai quickly and let your third aunt and Xiao He taste what this kind of wine costs 100,000 yuan a bottle."
Xiao's mother just smiled and said nothing. She was also smart and naturally guessed what was going on, so she didn't give any clues at this time.
Xiao He was too lazy to talk to these two people. He felt that saying more to them would lower his IQ.
Seeing that Xiao He, mother and son were both silent, Xiao Qiang thought that they were ashamed of themselves.
As he opened the collector's edition of Maotai, he did not forget to sarcastically say: "Xiao He, you are only able to drink such good wine today because of me and my mother. I think you will only have this chance in this life."
It’s time to drink.”
"This cowhide should be enough for you to brag about for a lifetime!"
"Hahaha!"
Xiao Qiang feels very happy to be able to show off in front of Xiao He. At this moment, all his fears about Xiao He have been wiped away. This world relies on connections and money. No matter how high one's personal strength is, what's the use?
He can only be a thug for a wealthy family.
As soon as Xiao Qiang's laughter subsided, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a Chinese character wearing an Armani suit walked in, followed by the waiter from before.
The waiter handed a glass of wine to the middle-aged man, and then introduced to everyone: "Dear guests, this is the owner of our hotel, Mr. Zeng."
In fact, this middle-aged man knew Xiao He, but he was worried that Xiao He would not remember him, because when Tianjin Hall opened that day, he only followed Nangong Huai and Jiang Rourou from a distance, so he brought the waiter in.
After hearing this, Shen Cui'e and her son quickly stood up and raised their wine glasses to greet them. Shen Cui'e smiled and said: "Haha, Mr. Zeng is so polite. You brought us drinks and now you come to toast us in person. We are very flattered!"
Xiao Qiang also echoed enthusiastically: "Uncle Zeng, I will definitely bring your kindness to my dad. If you ask my dad to do something, I will make the decision for him and promise you."
Mr. Zeng looked confused, not knowing what these two idiots were talking about, but he was also an experienced person. Since these two people could sit at the same table with Xiao He, they must be Xiao He's relatives and friends, so he also
Not daring to show any dissatisfaction, he could only give the two of them a commercial smile.
At this time, Xiao Qiang was dissatisfied and reprimanded Xiao He: "Xiao He, why are you still sitting there stupidly? Why don't you come over and toast Mr. Zeng?"
Shen Cui'e also shouted with a straight face: "I said to him, third aunt, how did you teach your son to have no eyesight at all? Do you still want Mr. Zeng to go over and respect you?"
"Do you know that if a boss as big as Mr. Zeng gives you a casual promotion, you will not be popular in Jincheng from now on, you will be poor, and you will not be able to seize the opportunities given to you."
Just when Xiao's mother wanted to stand up in cooperation, Mr. Zeng waved his hands and lied hastily: "Old madam, you can't do it, you must not do it, just sit down."
After that, without looking at Shen Cui'e and her son, he walked towards Xiao He with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Xiao, you come to the store, it really makes the store shine!"
"What, Xiao He is Mr. Xiao?"
The smiles on the faces of Shen Cui'e and Xiao Qiang froze instantly as if they had been coated with paste, and they felt their heads buzzing, making them extremely dizzy.
Could it be that this was always directed at Xiao He? Could it be that the Collector’s Edition of Moutai just now was free of charge, and it had nothing to do with me?
Thinking of this, the mother and son's faces turned as red as monkey's butts. They stood there awkwardly, their toes could fit out of the three rooms and one living room, and they were so ashamed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
At the same time, they couldn't figure it out. Isn't this Xiao He just a poor guy who delivers food? How could a big boss of a hotel deliver wine and toast in person?
Xiao He said calmly: "Mr. Zeng, you're welcome." After that, he stood up and had a drink with Mr. Zeng.
After Mr. Zeng left, the air in the private room suddenly became very strange.
Shen Cui'e and Xiao Qiang sat down again with red faces and continued to eat. Although they ate delicacies from the mountains and seas and drank the collector's version of Maotai, they tasted like chewing wax.
Neither Xiao He's mother nor her son mentioned this matter. Xiao's mother was naturally kind-hearted and naturally did not want to slander the two's self-esteem. Xiao He was too lazy to argue with such people. After this meal, he did not want to have anything to do with the mother and son again.
Any intersection.
The meal was finished soon, and the four of them walked out of the box one after another. As soon as they left the hotel and came to the outdoor parking lot, they saw a group of young men and women gathered in a large circle, posing in various poses for selfies.
Vaguely, you can still hear a few words from the crowd, "I didn't expect that we have such a luxury car in Jincheng. It's really rare to see it. I wonder if it was driven by a wealthy young man or a big shot!"
"Yes! I thought such luxury cars could only be seen in big cities like Beijing and Zhonghai. I need to take more photos and post them on WeChat Moments."
Xiao He and others could tell from the words of these people that the thing they were photographing seemed to be a car.
At this time, Shen Cui'e said in a loud voice: "Xiaoqiang, isn't that direction where you parked your car? Are they taking pictures of your car?"
Xiao Qiang thought for a moment, "It seems to be the direction where I parked my car."
Then he rolled his eyes and regained his composure. He looked at Xiao He and said in a strange tone: "Xiao He, your Jincheng is really a small place. The people here are really unexperienced. You didn't expect me to drive a car like this."
The million-dollar BMW 7 Series makes them so crazy."
Shen Cui'e also reacted suddenly. She realized that this was a good opportunity to regain face, so she said to Xiao He with a serious expression: "Xiao He, do you see, these are the people from your small place, and us
This difference between people in big cities.”
"Don't think that you can be coaxed by just knowing a few people. It's not you who is rich when others are rich. Look at my Xiaoqiang who only went to college and can drive a luxury car. But what about you? It's been more than a year since graduation, and I'm afraid you still can't.
Let’s ride a shared bike!”
Xiao Qiang said with his nostrils turned upward: "Yes, what's so great about knowing a small restaurant owner? I will become a real big boss in the future."
Xiao He curled his lips and said nothing, and Xiao's mother also sighed. She decided not to contact Shen Cui'e in the future. Their attitude of looking down on their own family was engraved in their bones.
After Xiao Qiang finished speaking, he took out his BMW car keys and walked toward the crowd of onlookers with a step that he didn't recognize.
"Everyone give way to me and don't block this young master's BMW."
He also thought he was handsome and turned the BMW key with one finger on his head. In his opinion, he would definitely get the infinite admiration and fanatical pursuit of these young men and women, and he would even have the opportunity to pick up a few in Jincheng.
Young girl.
The next second, the young men and women who were watching did turn around, but to Xiao Qiang's disappointment, there was no burning look in these people's eyes. On the contrary, they all looked at him as if they were idiots.
"What, what's going on? Is it because I opened it the wrong way?"
At this time, a scornful voice came, "Boy, Nezha has three heads and six arms, but you have one head and two arms! Can't you tell that this is a Maybach?"
As he spoke, the man moved away to show the sign on the front of the car. Only then did Xiao Qiang see clearly that this was a privately customized top-level Maybach with a price of at least 50 million. Compared with his own BMW 7 Series,