Chapter 300: I'm Familiar with President Zheng

"Yes, I know him."

Zheng Qian maintained his previous mindset and did not expose Ruan Gaoyang.

If he wanted to show off, let him; it didn't matter to him.

"Oh, I know him. Let me tell you, President Zheng and I are very close. We even had dinner at the Wangyue Pavilion a few days ago," Ruan Gaoyang said with a smile.

Hearing Zheng Qian say he knew him, it meant the company president really was surnamed Zheng, just like Zheng Qian.

So, he boldly started bragging.

"Is that so?"

Zheng Qian smiled.

He had been in Jiangnan for the past two days, so how could he have run to have dinner with Boss Han?

"Huh? Darling, you know President Zheng?"

"Boss, how come you never mentioned that before?"

"I heard this President Zheng is very young. I heard his enterprise is backed by some consortium in Kyushu."

Shang Yanni and the lackeys Ruan Gaoyang brought along exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"What consortium? That's just President Zheng's family background and their money. Otherwise, how could the Qianhe Group have established such a large scale in Yezhou in such a short time?"

"President Zheng is actually thirty-five, but he takes good care of himself, so he looks very young."

Ruan Gaoyang was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Anyway, none of these people had ever met President Zheng, so he could make up whatever he wanted.

In reality, anyone with half a brain could see that Ruan Gaoyang was lying.

The chairman of the Qianhe Group eating at the same table as a talentless, bragging rich kid like him?

How could that be?

"Waiter, open up an emperor room for me!"

Ruan Gaoyang said haughtily.

His old man had just given him some pocket money.

He had only intended to open a queen room; after all, he was already getting a little tired of this girlfriend and would be changing her soon, so he wanted to save some money.

But since he ran into Zheng Qian today, he had to pull out all the stops.

An emperor room, straight away!

Ruan Gaoyang was already watching for how the expression on Zheng Qian's face would change.

He mainly wanted to show off the class gap.

He had been extravagant and spent money recklessly back in school.

Now, in his twenties, he would be thirty in two or three years, yet he still spent money with the same grand gestures.

This was the gap between classes.

You come from an orphanage; even if you worked yourself to death, you'd only ever be a small leader.

And me?

I don't have to do anything every day, and my old man deposits my pocket money on time every month—enough to cover your annual salary.

In this life, Zheng Qian would at most be middle class.

Ruan Gaoyang was different; even if he squandered money for another twenty years, his family wouldn't have a penny less.

This was the power of capital.

"I'm sorry, sir, the emperor room has already been booked."

Booked?

That was actually a good thing.

He got to show off without spending the money.

Listen closely, Zheng Qian; it's not that I won't open an emperor room, it's that they don't have one.

"What's going on? I'm a regular customer here, and you don't even have an emperor room?"

"Then give me a queen room!"

Ruan Gaoyang put on an indignant look, acting as if he had money he couldn't spend.

"I'm sorry, sir, there are no queen rooms either."

"What about a duke room?"

"None."

"A count room?"

"None of those either."

"Then what kind of private rooms do you have?"

"We don't have anything—not even open tables."

Ruan Gaoyang: ???

Not even open tables?

Then why the hell did you let me ask so many times? Why not just say you didn't have anything in the first place?

Are you playing games with me?

"It's like this, sir. Today, the Qianhe Group has booked all the tables to host a dinner for the company's employees."

"It's such a large group company with so many employees that we actually didn't have enough space, so we had to temporarily add many tables."

"I hope you can understand."

The female receptionist explained politely.

"How many people are there that you don't have enough space?"

"Mm, that is indeed the case," Zheng Qian helped explain.

"The Group is holding a celebration banquet for President Zheng today, so many key employees were invited."

"Gaoyang, aren't you close with President Zheng? You wouldn't happen to not know about this, would you?"

Zheng Qian played along, not wanting Ruan Gaoyang to continue giving the receptionist a hard time.

"Ah... I know, of course I know."