msmithbooks Chapter 159 Clear Stupidity
Chapter 159 Clear Stupidity
Chapter 159 Clear Stupidity
"okay."
The young man, wearing work gloves, immediately and deftly turned the hot pot around upon hearing this.
Old Dai added, "When you serve the dishes, remember to bring a few cups over, thank you."
"No problem." The young man nodded respectfully and turned to leave.
"Old Luo, this is just like a pillow delivered to someone who's sleepy. You don't need to ask anyone to bring you wine." Uncle casually picked up the Moutai gift bag on the table, pulled out a box of wine without even looking at it, and placed it on the table.
The wine box is bright red and golden, making it stand out immediately and exuding an air of extravagance.
"Oh, the factory's 60th anniversary." Uncle looked up and glanced at Luo Ruiyang: "Looks like you've spent quite a bit at this store."
Luo Ruiyang nodded with a friendly smile on his round face: "Of course. Whenever I was doing business with those guys from the north who couldn't handle spicy food in Xingcheng, I would bring them to this restaurant. I never expected that they would trick me today."
Old Dai stood up slightly, glanced curiously into the gift bag, and joked, "Two bottles of 60th-anniversary commemorative jewelry, and that attitude of admitting their mistake, Lao Luo, if I were you, I really wouldn't hold it against them."
Having regained his pride, Luo Ruiyang said cheerfully, "So you mean I'm petty and calculative?"
Uncle chimed in, "Of course Lao Luo doesn't take this little thing to heart; he's fat and easygoing."
The three bigwigs chatted and laughed, creating an extremely harmonious atmosphere.
Yu Huan sat to one side, only able to put on a formulaic smile, while watching her uncle open the box with a hint of curiosity.
Although he doesn't drink alcohol, he's seen pigs run even if he's never eaten pork. But all the Moutai he's ever seen is white bottle with a red cap and red ribbon. He's never seen Moutai with a gold bottle before.
It would probably cost several dollars to drink just one sip, right?
This turn of events has attracted considerable attention.
At least Fang Yuting watched Zhao Yuan's eloquent speech intently, her focused listening expression unable to be concealed, and she was somewhat dazed.
After Zhao Yuan noticed something was wrong, he followed Fang Yuting's gaze and turned his head to see a face filled with resentment and hatred.
That face, with its formulaic smile, only makes one hate it even more.
As the alcohol took effect, Zhao Yuan's anger flared instantly. He stood up abruptly, pointed his finger directly at Yu Huan, and shouted, "Yu Huan! You scheming scoundrel!"
"Clam?"
As expected, Yu Huan, who was caught in the crossfire again, scratched his head innocently.
My uncle was about to unscrew the cap of the Moutai bottle when he saw this and immediately frowned.
Thinking to himself, no wonder Xiao Yu's expression was a bit strange before; it turned out they knew each other, and it seemed they might even have some past grievances.
Luo Ruiyang and Lao Dai were sitting side by side in a chair. Hearing the noise behind them, they turned their upper bodies around in sync.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Yuan strode towards Yu Huan, intending to have a serious talk with him and recount all of his despicable deeds.
Unexpectedly, he caught a glimpse of an extremely familiar full-moon face. The fine lines at the corners of the eyes on this face made Zhao Yuan freeze instantly.
no……
How could this high-ranking figure, the soul of Jiangxin Group, sit at the same table with Yu Huan, this petty and despicable person?
what on earth is it?
Not right.
The thought suddenly changed.
After a moment's thought.
Zhao Yuan's anger bar suddenly stopped and vanished without a trace, replaced by deep fear and unease.
My vision went black, and I almost fainted again.
A strong will to survive kept him from collapsing. He forced an awkward smile and said sheepishly, "Yu Huan, what a coincidence, you're eating here too?"
Before Yu Huan could respond, Zhao Yuan hurriedly turned to Luo Ruiyang, bowed deeply, and said in a trembling but respectful voice, "Greetings, President Luo!"
Luo Ruiyang looked at the drunkard who seemed completely disoriented, and his lips moved slightly: "Who are you?"
Looking at the confusion on Luo Ruiyang's face, Zhao Yuan felt a sense of loss.
I served tea and poured water for Mr. Luo a few times when he came to the market development department. Does Mr. Luo not recognize me?
Zhao Yuan lowered his head and said in a voice barely audible, "My name is Zhao Yuan, and I work in the market development department under you."
"Oh, it's you." Luo Ruiyang nodded, a look of sudden realization on his face, but then turned around and said with a smile, "I'm getting old, and my memory is getting worse and worse."
Fang Yuting's feelings were extremely complicated. Carrying a Louis Vuitton handbag, she didn't forget to pick up the Dior lipstick on the table and put it into the pocket of her wool coat.
She turned and walked towards the door, tossing out a sentence to Zhao Yuan as she passed him: "Zhao Yuan, my best friend asked me to go shopping, so I'm leaving now."
talking.
She paused beside Yu Huan, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and gave a formulaic, manipulative smile: "Hello, Yu Huan, it's been a long time. Let's have dinner together sometime."
Yu Huan gave her a formulaic smile, tilted her head back, and simply said two words: "Hello."
In an instant, her gaze fell on her uncle's hands.
Instead of dealing with these people, it's much more fun to watch my uncle open the bottles of wine, isn't it?
"President Luo—Yu Huan—everyone—then I'll be leaving now." Zhao Yuan, feeling awkward, swallowed hard.
No sooner had she said that than Fang Yuting walked straight out of the store without making a sound.
Watching her retreating figure, Zhao Yuan hurriedly took a few steps.
Yu Huan didn't even bother to look back.
My uncle unscrewed the cap, casually tossed it into the trash can next to him, and then brought the tip of his nose to the bottle opening to sniff it.
He frowned slightly, his expression absorbed, as if he were savoring the moment.
Old Dai asked with a smile, "Did you taste anything?"
"My nose is stuffy, I can't smell anything." Uncle shook the golden bottle of liquor in his hand, then handed it to Old Wei. The strong aroma of soy sauce filled Yu Huan's nostrils, and he looked away from the hot pot.
The hot pot was already heated up, and the broth inside was bubbling and steaming.
Bright red chilies and various spices dance in the boiling oil on one side.
Tomatoes and red dates sink to the bottom on one side, while a few slices of ginger and scallions float gently on the surface of the soup, rippling with the gentle waves.
Across the table, Luo Ruiyang sat calmly in his chair like a Maitreya Buddha, and asked gently, "Xiao Yu, do you have a grudge against this Zhao Yuan?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan suddenly recalled the scene of Old Lin earnestly admonishing him: when you have the upper hand, you must leave some ground for others to take.
Come to think of it, when people are desperate and come to us, they'll be stabbed in the back and come back with knives. Who can they turn to for justice?
He immediately smiled and said, "We were college classmates, and our relationship wasn't bad, but it was just so-so, nothing more than acquaintances."
Hearing his casual tone and the lack of any emotion in his voice, Luo Ruiyang nodded and said with a sudden realization, "Oh, so you're a classmate."
Yu Huan smiled and simply uttered a single word: "Yes."
That topic was dropped, but Zhao Yuan's arrogant and domineering drunken demeanor was plain for all to see.
An elderly woman with graying hair pushed a food delivery cart and stopped at their table, standing beside Yu Huan.
First, he placed four disposable plastic cups on the table, then casually arranged a few dishes on the table, said "Everything is served," and then turned and left.
The type of consumption determines the type of service provided.
These hot pot restaurants, which are practically hole-in-the-wall eateries, rely on their affordability and delicious taste.
A cart full of food can't compare to this glass of wine.
It can't be like the villa hot pot restaurant, where there are dedicated staff to cook for you the whole time, right?
"The food is finally served." Luo Ruiyang rubbed his hands together happily, looking like he couldn't wait.
Upon seeing this, Yu Huan hurriedly picked up two plates of mutton from the food cart and handed them to him.
Luo Ruiyang reached out and took the mutton, his smile widening: "Xiao Yu, help yourself to whatever you want to drink. You're calling me Uncle Luo, so don't be shy."
"Okay, Uncle Luo." Yu Huan readily agreed, then got up and went to the beverage display case to get a can of Coke.
The three tycoons clinked glasses and chatted amidst the noise, reminiscing about their youth.
Yu Huan kept his head down, drying vegetables, and listened intently.
It turns out that my uncle had worked in Beijing when he was young, and these two were close colleagues at the same company.
During the meal, Luo Ruiyang casually inquired about Yu Huan's work. After drinking to his heart's content, the uncle revealed that Yu Huan was the head of the new media department of the Jiangnan Morning Post.
Seeing Yu Huan's expression, Luo Ruiyang became even more enthusiastic, referring to himself as "Uncle Luo" this and "Uncle Luo" that.
Yu Huan glanced at the doubt on Lao Dai's face. This man from the capital must know more about the situation within the system than Luo Ruiyang. So she quickly said modestly, "The New Media Department is a special position. I am just the acting deputy director, not the head."
As soon as he said that, Lao Dai's face lit up: "Even if it's a special post, being in charge of a department in a provincial media outlet is already quite impressive for someone so young."
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Old Dai took out a tissue and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, a blush spreading across his thin cheeks: "Old Wei, I'm going back to the capital tomorrow morning, and I don't know when we'll get together again."
After sending a text message, Luo Ruiyang put down his phone with a beaming smile: "Old Dai and I do run into each other a few times a year."
He ate and drank to his heart's content.
Old Dai tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can, raising his thick eyebrows: "Old Luo is treating us to dinner, and I'll treat you to a massage tonight. By the time we're done eating and drinking, it'll be almost eight o'clock. How about we switch to another event?"
After finishing his meal, Uncle put down his chopsticks and waved his hand, saying, "I have to get up early tomorrow to do the interior design for Xiao Yu and his wife's wedding room. I'll be staying at my sister-in-law's house, so I can't go too late."
"You!" Luo Ruiyang pointed at his uncle and clicked his tongue, "Herpes."
Uncle shook his head helplessly.
Yu Huan had just put down her chopsticks after cleaning up the mess.
A middle-aged man in his late thirties, dressed in a suit and white gloves, strode in, pointed to their table at the cashier, and then swiped his card to pay.
Seeing this, Luo Ruiyang patted his stomach and stood up.
After offering cigarettes to his uncle and Lao Dai, he leisurely lit one for himself, took a big drag, and said while exhaling smoke, "I haven't eaten this comfortably in years."
"That's for sure." Old Dai shrugged, then lit a cigarette with a "click." "Good wine and good food deserve good friends."
Upon hearing this, my uncle smiled knowingly and said, "No need to be so sentimental, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
"Old Wei, I'll say it again: I, Luo Ruiyang, am definitely willing to do everything in my power to make it happen."
As Luo Ruiyang spoke, he suddenly bent down, picked up the gift bag, and handed the remaining unopened bottle of Moutai to Yu Huan:
"Xiao Yu, you're the youngest here, so you can carry it."
Yu Huan stood up and hurriedly waved her hand to decline, saying, "Uncle Luo, I don't drink."
Luo Ruiyang reached even closer to him, and with the hand holding the gift bag, he gently pushed against his chest.
His words seemed to leave no room for refusal, and he said with a smile, "Of course I know you're allergic to alcohol and don't drink, but surely there are adults in your family who drink?"
Yu Huan seemed not to hear the sound of his abacus at all, her eyes gleaming with the clear naiveté unique to college students, and she only said, "My grandfather drinks."
Luo Ruiyang laughed heartily, unconcerned: "Then give it to your grandfather to drink."
Uncle took a leisurely puff of his cigarette, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Little Yu, Uncle Luo meant well. Just take it and give it to your grandfather."
Upon hearing her uncle's words, Yu Huan raised both hands to accept the gift and nodded in thanks: "Then thank you, Uncle Luo."
(End of this chapter)