Chapter 97: Golden Ruyi Grand Combo

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Golden Ruyi Grand Combo

Meanwhile, eight cold appetizers had already been served at Han Biwei’s table.

The sound of footsteps echoed from outside as a troop of handsome, imposing men appeared. They entered the hall in formation, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

The Night Emperor’s Guard had arrived. It was a spectacular sight.

"Wow! They’re so handsome! You can tell they’re soldiers. Look at the way they march—it’s like they’re a single person."

A group of girls took out their phones and started taking pictures, stars sparkling in their eyes.

A few effeminate men sitting across from the girls were displeased. "Who are these fucking morons?"

Qin Tianxuan gestured, and his men strode over. In perfect unison, they bowed to Han Biwei. "Greetings, Ma’am!"

Han Biwei blushed like an apple. She was embarrassed at first, but the handsome guards were bowing a full ninety degrees—a gesture of the utmost respect!

Touched and overwhelmed, she quickly stood up. "Please, sit down. You don’t have to be so formal."

Qin Tianxuan tapped the table. The Personal Guard took their seats, flanking them in perfect order. Each man sat with his hands clasped behind his back, staring straight ahead.

Han Biwei pursed her lips into a smile. "If you keep this up, I’m just going to leave."

Ah!

The Personal Guard grew anxious. "Ma’am, have we done something wrong?"

Qin Tianxuan frowned. "Every one of you looks as tense as if you’re in a Battle Department briefing. Relax. Weiwei is treating you all to dinner tonight—she’s paying! Just act like it’s your own private party."

"Thank you, Ma’am!"

Only then did the guards relax.

A waiter brought a pot of tea, and a rich fragrance filled the air. The Personal Guard Captain immediately spoke up with appreciation, "Golden Melon Tribute, the finest Pu’erh. It’s eighty thousand a tael. This pot alone must be worth over ten thousand. Ma’am, you’re being far too generous."

Han Biwei was startled for a moment, then laughed. "I just ordered the simplest party menu. Please don’t think I’m being stingy, but this tea probably just smells expensive. There’s no way it costs that much."

The Personal Guard Captain just smiled. ’It must be the menu that brat Chen Feiyu arranged,’ he thought. ’Eating at a hotel you own certainly has its perks.’

Then, the dishes began to arrive, one after another.

Imported Russian caviar, top-grade Southeast Asian bird’s nest soup, tribute-quality Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, sake-braised half-head abalone...

Qin Tianxuan frowned. "Something’s not right with this menu."

Take this premium half-head abalone. It’s clearly a custom order. Its value had to be over ten thousand yuan.

With one for each person, that dish alone would cost over a hundred thousand!

What’s more, the utensils for several of the dishes were made of solid gold!

This couldn’t be the twenty-eight thousand yuan twelve-person set menu!

The Personal Guard Captain leaned in and reported quietly, "This hotel is part of Chen Feiyu’s family chain!"

Qin Tianxuan chuckled. "Ah, so he’s the one who arranged this ’golden menu.’ How nice."

He didn’t really care about such things.

Han Biwei asked if anyone wanted alcohol, and the Personal Guard Captain quickly responded, "Ma’am, we are forbidden to drink. It’s a strict rule set by the Lord. We’re only permitted to drink at victory celebrations!"

Han Biwei stuck her tongue out playfully. "You’re all retired now, but you’re still so disciplined."

So they continued eating and chatting. The men told stories about their time in the Northern Domain Battle Department, and Han Biwei listened, completely captivated.

Just as the mood was at its best, Manager Chen from the Royal Hotel appeared with a group of men.

The man held up a menu, a cold smile plastered on his face. "To our guests at table 28," he said, "it seems you’ve received the wrong set menu, haven’t you?"

Hm?

The Guards looked up sharply, all of them frowning. "What do you mean?"

Manager Chen sneered and tossed a bill onto the table. "In case you were wondering, this is the 880,000-yuan Golden Ruyi Grand Menu. Can you afford it? You knew you were getting the wrong dishes, but you kept stuffing your faces anyway. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?"

Enraged, the members of the Personal Guard shot to their feet. ’Who is this guy? How dare he be so insulting!’

But Qin Tianxuan gently waved his hand, motioning for the furious Guards to sit down. Then he picked up the bill, glanced at it, and casually tore it to shreds. "So what if we ate the wrong meal?"

Well, well.

The corner of Manager Chen’s mouth twitched. "So you knew it was a mistake and decided to take advantage. Fine. The nice guy act is over. I’m calling the police! This menu costs 880,000 yuan. If you can’t pay, that’s dining and dashing!"

With that, he made a show of pulling out his phone.

However, no one at the table seemed to care in the slightest.

The Personal Guard wore expressions of pure disdain. Qin Tianxuan’s face was impassive. It was clear the bill meant nothing to him.

Manager Chen gritted his teeth. "Fuck! Are you deaf? Don’t think staying quiet will solve anything. You will pay for this meal!"

Han Biwei stood up, her face pale.

She planted her hands on the table, forcing herself to be calm amidst the panic and confusion. "You’re the manager, correct? There’s no need to shout. I am the one treating them to dinner. I’ll take responsibility for the bill."

Manager Chen snickered. "Do you have the money, then? If you do, hurry up and pay!"

Diners at the surrounding tables had turned to watch the spectacle, murmuring amongst themselves.

"This is the Royal Hotel, one of the most high-end restaurants in Su City. These grunts have no business eating here. Are they stupid or something?"

"The chick treating them isn’t bad-looking, and she’s got guts for taking responsibility. Too bad she definitely can’t afford it. I make a million a year, and even I wouldn’t dare order that menu!"

"Yeah, only some super-rich, spoiled brat would order a menu like that."

They all wanted to see Han Biwei make a fool of herself.

Someone made a crude comment, "Whoa, looks like she’ll have to sell her body to pay for it, hahaha..."

Qin Tianxuan shot to his feet, and with a flick of his wrist, a chopstick flew from his hand.

The man was still laughing when, with a CRACK, the chopstick hit him squarely in the mouth, knocking out two of his teeth. He collapsed, rolling on the ground in agony.

Manager Chen and his men recoiled in alarm. "What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to start a fight? This... this is a prestigious hotel! It’s part of the Chen Group’s chain, you understand?"

The people in the hotel were in an uproar.

Dining and dashing, and still acting so aggressive? They pointed and jeered, their words turning vulgar.