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197: Chapter 197 Si Yao Ruthlessly Kills Zhao Lintai
Just as Qin Yi and his group were rushing back to Shenjiangwan Community, Xing Zhenkun and his party had already stepped into the luxurious private room of the Xijiao No. 5 Club.
A uniformed waitress, holding an exquisite menu, walked in with a professional smile.
She looked around and politely asked, "Welcome to Xijiao No. 5, distinguished guests. May I ask which gentleman or lady will be ordering?"
After exchanging glances, everyone turned their gaze toward Zhao Lintai. Zhao Lintai smiled and raised his hand to point at Si Yao, "This meal is an apology for Young Miss Si Yao, so naturally, it should be ordered by Young Miss Si Yao."
Si Yao smiled slyly. As she reached out to take the menu from the waitress, she said with a laugh, "Zhao Lintai, since you're letting me order, then I won't be polite."
"Hahaha, Young Miss Si Yao is joking. Just order whatever you like," Zhao Lintai laughed heartily, then proceeded to usher the others to take their seats.
Si Yao opened the menu and glanced at the prices. She lowered her voice and, pointing at the dishes on the menu, said into the waitress's ear, "Anything with a unit price over 3,000, like abalone, sea cucumber, and caviar, bring one portion per person. Also, bring your specialties: crocodile tail stew and wild large yellow croaker!"
The waitress took notes, her smile growing even brighter. She took the opportunity to upsell, "Certainly, miss. Would you like to order any drinks? We have just received some iron-cap moutai, as well as an '82 Lafite..."
Si Yao looked up at Zhao Lintai, raising an eyebrow slightly as if asking for his opinion, "Zhao Lintai, do you think we should drink white or red?"
Zhao Lintai shrugged, looking indifferent, "You're the guest of honor today, so you decide."
"Alright," Si Yao smiled slightly, then looked at the waitress and said, "Let's have a bottle of Lafite. Also, two glasses of fresh orange juice."
The waitress replied with a "Very well," and then exited the private room.
The waitress retreated, and before long, returned to the private room with the printed order receipt.
She handed the receipt to Si Yao, who glanced at the total price and curled her lips into a triumphant smile.
She casually tossed the receipt to Zhao Lintai, "Young Master Zhao, it's time for you to perform."
Zhao Lintai took the receipt but didn't even look at the numbers, as if he didn't care about the cost of the meal at all.
With a suave motion, he took out a black credit card and handed it to the waitress, "Charge this card. There's no PIN."
Seeing the black card Zhao Lintai handed over, the waitress's eye twitched. She inwardly labeled him a nouveau riche, then respectfully took it and exited the room again.
Si Yao watched Zhao Lintai's actions, a hint of playfulness flashing in her eyes, "I say, Zhao Lintai, you really know how to put on a show! Don't you want to see how much this meal actually cost?"
Zhao Lintai smiled faintly upon hearing this, "What difference does it make whether I look or not? It was agreed that I would treat, so no matter how much it costs, it's my responsibility. As long as you, Young Miss Si Yao, are happy and satisfied, this meal is well worth the price."
"Tch, you really let it go to your head," Si Yao pouted and turned her head away, no longer looking at him.
Meanwhile, Ye Ziming, who was sitting to the side, curiously picked up the order receipt.
He muttered to himself, "Back in the capital, I heard that this Xijiao No. 5 Club in the magic city was famous. I want to see just how high the consumption here can be. Can it be higher than Tian Shang Ren Jian?"
As he spoke, he widened his eyes and stared closely at the numbers on the receipt.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ziming's voice suddenly cut off. His eyebrows twitched involuntarily, clearly shocked by the figures on the receipt.
He widened his eyes, his fingers quickly scanning the receipt.
"Damn it, is this a meal, or are they eating people?" Ye Ziming couldn't help but complain, an expression of disbelief on his face.
He pointed to each item on the receipt and read them out one by one, "Top-grade black and white caviar, unit price 5,000; sake-marinated half-head abalone, unit price 12,800; 8-tael Yangtze crab, 3,000; crocodile tail stew, 16,800; wild large yellow croaker, 16,900... Damn it, a glass of fresh orange juice is 268..."
When his gaze shifted to the very bottom, to the drinks section, his voice suddenly rose, "'82 Lafite, asking for 680,000? Are they crazy? It only sells for around 500,000 outside, why is it 680,000 here?"
Chu Muyun and Xing Zhenkun exchanged glances, both shaking their heads helplessly with bitter smiles on their faces.
Zhao Lintai, on the other hand, remained composed. He smiled faintly and explained, "It is a high-end restaurant after all, so it's normal for the prices to be a bit higher. We are paying for the service and the quality, right?"
Just then, the waitress walked back in.
She respectfully returned the transaction receipt and the black card to Zhao Lintai, with a professional smile on her face, "Please wait a moment, distinguished guests, the food and drinks will be ready shortly."
Zhao Lintai took the bank card and transaction receipt, his eyes involuntarily sweeping over the numbers on it.
Although he pretended to be indifferent on the surface, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Damn, nearly a million for one meal... This second Young Miss of the Si Family is really not easy to deal with."
After this little interlude, the atmosphere in the private room gradually warmed up.
The group began to chat and joke around while waiting for the food and drinks to be served.
Not long after, the servers began to bring out the dishes one after another.
Delicious dishes, perfect in color, aroma, and taste, were carefully arranged on the dining table, making mouths water.
After the server poured Lafite for everyone, they respectfully exited the private room again.
Si Yao picked up her wine glass and stood up.
She looked around at everyone present, a triumphant smile on her face, "Come on, let's all raise a glass to thank Young Master Zhao for his generous hospitality!"
As she spoke, she raised her glass high, signaling everyone to toast.
The group exchanged smiles, stood up one after another to toast with Si Yao, and echoed, "Thank you, Young Master Zhao, for your generous hospitality..."
"Hahaha," Zhao Lintai laughed heartily as he toasted with everyone, "I should be the one thanking Young Miss Si Yao for gracing us with her presence!"
After taking a sip of red wine and putting down his glass, he cupped his hands to the group politely, "Everyone, don't stand on ceremony, let's eat!"
Afterwards, the group began to enjoy the fine wine and delicious food.
Before long, Xing Zhenkun gently set down his chopsticks and turned his gaze toward Zhao Lintai, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Young Master Zhao, what other plans do you have in the magic city? If you don't have any special plans, I'll treat you tomorrow and introduce a few good friends to you."
Zhao Lintai smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of apology as he waved his hand, "Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Kun, but I have to leave tonight. I've already stayed in the magic city for quite a few days, and the Elder back home is urging me. Since I've already met Si Yao, I must hurry to the Southwest to pay a visit to Elder Si."
"Is that so," Xing Zhenkun said, a flash of regret crossing his face before he returned to normal, "Since it concerns Elder Zhao's affairs, I naturally wouldn't dare to insist on you staying. Next time, when Young Master Zhao comes to the magic city again, you must give me the opportunity to play the host."
"Hahaha, Brother Kun is too polite. By the way," Zhao Lintai changed the subject and looked at Ye Ziming, "Young Master Ye mentioned earlier that our Flying Dragon Supercar Club has seven members? Besides Brother Kun, Si Yao, and Young Master Ye, who are the other four?"
Xing Zhenkun explained, "Currently in the magic city, there is also Young Master Qin, named Qin Yi. As for the others, they are not in the country right now. Once they return, I will definitely introduce them to you one by one, Young Master Zhao."
"Qin Yi? Is that the stock market god Young Master Ye mentioned this morning?" Zhao Lintai raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Ziming, his face showing interest.
Ye Ziming nodded in confirmation, "Yes, that's him. Every time I think about the stock trading this morning, I'm filled with admiration. This Young Master Qin is truly a god. If I had his skills, I would definitely invest all my assets into the stock market too."
He shook his head with a sigh, his eyes full of envy.
"Haha, how do you know Young Master Qin's wealth wasn't accumulated through stock trading?" Xing Zhenkun teased, a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes.
Si Yao also looked at Xing Zhenkun curiously at this moment, her brows slightly furrowed, "Listening to Brother Kun, it seems you know some inside information?"
"I'm just guessing," Xing Zhenkun smiled, pretending to be mysterious.
"Then what have you guessed? Tell us!" Si Yao pressed impatiently, her face full of curiosity and anticipation.
The others also looked at Xing Zhenkun, waiting for him to continue.
"The day Young Master Qin left my dealership, I kept wondering, what kind of person could spend 3.7 billion just like that to buy cars? Moreover, Building 7 in Shenjiangwan Community where he lives now is worth at least 7 or 8 billion. Think about it, what kind of concept is that? This means Young Master Qin's net worth is at least 10 billion starting off." Xing Zhenkun said, a flash of amazement in his eyes.
Ye Ziming widened his eyes, his face full of surprise and curiosity, and couldn't help but interrupt, "Damn, Brother Kun, stop keeping us in suspense. Do you mean that all of Young Master Qin's money was earned through stock trading?"
Xing Zhenkun smiled and shook his head, "If you trade stocks to a net worth of 10 billion, you would have been targeted by the relevant authorities long ago. I checked the news from that period, and there was no such large capital flow in the stock market. The only thing that could have possibly allowed him to earn so much money is bitcoin."
"No way? Young Master Qin is that bold? He even dares to play with bitcoin?" Ye Ziming asked back in disbelief.
"Haha, that's just how it is: the bold are stuffed to death, the timid are starved to death. People like Young Master Qin, who have both ability and courage, deserve to make big money." Xing Zhenkun's tone was filled with admiration.
After hearing this, Ye Ziming sighed thoughtfully and lamented, "Sigh, I'm so envious! I'm not like him; I rely entirely on the startup capital given by my family, and I'm afraid of losing money in everything I do. Fortunately, I met Young Master Qin. I hope his investment company can help me earn tens or hundreds of billions."
These words piqued Zhao Lintai's interest, "Oh? What is the name of the company Young Master Qin opened?" He asked curiously.
Ye Ziming shook his head, "I don't know yet; it probably hasn't officially opened. However, I heard him say it's on the 13th floor of the T3 building in the Hongtai Group Bund Center project. We can go take a look if we have the chance."
"Why wait for when you have time? I've already made an appointment with Young Master Qin tonight to talk about investment matters. Young Master Zhao, are you interested in coming along?" Xing Zhenkun invited him enthusiastically.
A flash of hesitation crossed Zhao Lintai's face. He still had some grievances with Qin Yi, and he needed to figure out Qin Yi's situation before making contact. Thus, after pondering for a moment, he declined, "Forget it, let's wait for next time. I dare not disobey the orders of my elders."
"Tch, what a coward..." Si Yao muttered softly, a look of disdain on her face.
Then she raised her glass and proposed to everyone, "Come, come, let's all raise a glass to wish Young Master Zhao a safe journey."
Everyone shook their heads helplessly with bitter smiles, and had no choice but to raise their glasses and drink together, wishing Zhao Lintai a safe journey.