Chapter 420: The Quantity and Quality of Money

The name of this restaurant is "Lin Shen Jian Lu".

It has quite an artistic flair.

It is said that the owner is a big-name celebrity from Taiwan Province, but Zheng Qian is not interested in that. He only needs to know that this is another moment for him to show off, and that is enough.

Lin Shuoyang still felt a bit embarrassed, but he couldn't refuse Zheng Qian, so he had to follow along reluctantly.

Because they had notified the restaurant of their membership information in advance, they were not blocked.

But as they walked, they felt something was a bit off.

They were actually arranged to sit in a corner.

"I see that the seats by the window are still empty. Why can't you let us go there?" Zheng Qian asked, frowning.

The waiter's attitude was actually quite polite; he bowed slightly and replied with a smile, "Respected guest, according to our rules, your membership rating only allows you to be arranged in this area."

"What if I insist on sitting in that spot?"

"That is not possible."

"Not..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Qian couldn't help but be stunned.

Not possible? Good grief! Seriously, good grief!

Zheng Qian was so angry he laughed.

"Why not? There must be a reason, right? Is it because I'm too handsome, or my walking posture is too cool? Or is it because I haven't topped up enough money? I'll count to three—one, two, three—give me a number!"

Isn't it just money? What else in this world can't be solved by money?

The waiter smiled awkwardly.

After a moment of silence, he politely said, "Only friends recognized by our boss are qualified to become high-level members and sit in the best seats. Because our boss is a celebrity from Taiwan Province, his friends are all people of high status. It's not something you can achieve just by topping up money. Besides, hundreds of thousands or millions really are useless."

Hundreds of thousands or millions are useless?

Zheng Qian was amused; he looked up with a smile, "Then what about tens of millions, or hundreds of millions?"

He really wasn't joking, but to the waiter, this was simply nonsense.

The waiter also laughed. He shook his head and said earnestly, "Sir, forgive my bluntness... In Jiuzhou, I'm afraid there is no city more filled with the atmosphere of capital than Shanghu. Here, money is the standard for measuring everything. However, when money piles up to a certain degree, what determines the right to speak is not the quantity, but the quality."

Oh? That's interesting.

Zheng Qian originally thought the waiter was going to lecture him or brag.

He didn't expect that his argument would actually be quite interesting.

It was the first time he had heard that money had a distinction between "quality" and "quantity".

"Interesting, tell me more." Zheng Qian nodded slightly. He instinctively wanted to take out a cigarette to light it, but considering the surrounding environment, he put it back into the cigarette case, looking at him with great interest.

"It's like this."

"The quantity of money is easy to understand; it's just the numbers in a bank account."

"As for the quality of money, in short, it means that when two people spend the same amount of money, the services and value they can buy are different. Hmm... in other words, the cost required to get something done is different."

"Is this understandable?"

Understandable, very understandable, and it even felt refreshing.

In fact, at the end of the day, it was still a question of a person's energy.

The so-called quality of money is about looking at a person's energy.

If you want something, some people will give you face and support you, and you might not even need to spend money. But if your energy isn't enough, even if you pay a lot, you might not be able to buy that thing. That's roughly what it means.

"The person who could say such things shouldn't be your boss, right?"

It wasn't that Zheng Qian looked down on celebrities in the entertainment industry.

It's just that these words were indeed very profound; they sounded simple, but they were thought-provoking.

"Hmm, indeed not. It was... a very beautiful lady, hmm... and she just left a short while ago."

It seemed that when recalling her, the waiter felt a slight emotion.

A lady? Just left a short while ago?

Saying such things...

At that moment, Zheng Qian didn't know what happened, but a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Xiangxiang, that girl who looked a lot like Jin Lu.

"Alright, sir, please take a look at the dishes first. I am at your service at any time."

The waiter's attitude, how should I put it, looked very polite and courteous, even excessively so. But it just made people feel a little uncomfortable, as if he were a person looking down from above.

He stepped back a few paces and stood not far away.

It seemed he was deliberately keeping a distance from them.

Taiwan Province? A celebrity?

Zheng Qian sneered inwardly; such a small matter, couldn't it be solved by just calling Manager Nie Kai?

"For such a small matter, there's no need to trouble Manager Nie Kai. And to be honest, even if you find someone in the same entertainment industry, they might not be able to get this done. Don't forget what the waiter just said; I think it makes a lot of sense."

"His name is Bai Ye, he is a veteran artist. Many people grew up watching his dramas, so everyone gives him face."

"If you trust me, you can leave it to me."

"I guarantee that without spending a single cent, I can make the whole restaurant revolve around you, how about that? Because only by not spending a single cent can one truly reflect the quality of money, right?"

Wei Rusi leaned into Zheng Qian's ear and whispered.

Su Yuanshuang and Lin Shuoyang didn't know what the two were whispering about.

Zheng Qian didn't answer; he vaguely felt that things seemed a bit complicated.

He originally thought that coming to this restaurant was finding his own moment to show off. But now it seems that behind this, there are things he doesn't know about.

The lady who just left?

Zheng Qian was becoming more and more curious about her identity.

Hmm...

Even Wei Rusi's reaction was somewhat illogical.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

Zheng Qian didn't say much more and nodded in agreement.

Wei Rusi looked at Zheng Qian deeply, then picked up her phone and walked to the side.

In less than 3 minutes, she sat back down.

Immediately after, the waiter, who had just been acting so arrogant, was called over by his superior and reprimanded. Even from far away, one could see the look of terror all over the waiter's face.

He couldn't help but look in Zheng Qian's direction, his eyes full of disbelief.

This man... how exactly did he do it?

The maitre d' glared at him with resentment, then hurriedly trotted over to Zheng Qian and bowed, saying:

"I'm sorry, sir. We didn't know you were the boss's distinguished guest. Please move to the best viewing spot! Later, we will have a head chef invited from France come to personally explain today's special dishes for you and your friends..."

Before he could finish, Zheng Qian waved his hand.

First, he took a deep look at Wei Rusi.

Then he pointed to a couple not far away, "We'll just sit here. Give the best seat in the house to her. Oh, and don't forget to add one sentence: say this is a birthday gift from a gentleman to her."