The leader was a slick-haired young man, his fringe nearly covering his eyes. He'd walk a few steps and blow upwards, trying to create a fluttering, elegant effect. Unfortunately, his features were too sorry to pull it off. Instead of elegance, there was something rather horrifying about the gesture.
The young man with the fringe tucked his shirt into his waist, revealing a Porsche car key hanging from his trousers, sporting a look of utter disdain.
The server, sensing trouble, quickly dashed inside to call out Manager Wu.
"Yo, isn't this Xu Shao!" Manager Wu approached with a fawning smile: "Xu Shao, what can I do for you?"
Xu Shao said, "Well, I brought some friends over and want them to try your restaurant's delicacies. Arrange something for us!"
"No problem!" Manager Wu immediately nodded: "A table just cleared up. I'll have it cleaned right away. Shall we go in first?"
"Great!" Xu Shao nodded, proud.
