Chu Xiubai did not expect Li Beibei to be gone for so long.
He could not help but feel a little anxious.
Don't tell me she got lost.
He got up and wanted to go and look for her.
However, when he reached the door, he was stopped by the tall French server. He spoke fluent Chinese. "Sir, would you like to get the check?"
Chu Xiubai said, "I'm just going out to look for my friend."
"I'm sorry, sir. The policy here is you need to settle the check first."
Chu Xiubai said, "Today is my friend's treat."
Chu Xiubai felt the server's gaze on him instantly changed, revealing a trace of disdain—as if he was looking at a freeloader.
Out of self-esteem, Chu Xiubai said, "Alright, I'll get the check."
Chu Xiubai was led to the counter. The check was presented in a gold-inlaid leather folder.
When Chu Xiubai saw the last figure, he was so shocked that he could not help but curse, "F*ck, 1.09 million yuan? Is this highway robbery?"
The handsome French server looked like he was looking at a country bumpkin, but his tone was still exceptionally polite. "Sir, this is a low-level expense in Qingyu House."
Chu Xiubai composed himself and took a closer look at the menu.
The dishes were not so bad—they ranged from hundreds to thousands. But, there was one item that cost more than a million.
Chu Xiubai pointed at the incomprehensible words on the menu. "What's this?"
The server explained patiently, "This is the red wine you ordered—2005 Romanée-Conti. You have very good taste. 2005 was a remarkable vintage, so it is indeed a little expensive."
Chu Xiubai's face turned green. He had only prepared 50,000 yuan today. To him, 1.09 million yuan was simply an astronomical figure.
At this point, he couldn't care less about his pride and asked, "Can I make a call?
The server made a gesture of "go ahead".
Chu Xiubai walked to the corner and called Li Beibei.
Although it was a little embarrassing, Li Beibei did say that she was the one who was giving the treat.
No one picked up.
Chu Xiubai became more and more flustered. Where did Li Beibei go at this critical juncture?
After calling for a long time, no one picked up. Chu Xiubai could only brace himself and say to the server, "I'm sorry, my friend might be drunk and not picking up the phone. But, she said that she would definitely give the treat. By the way, she's the daughter of your VIP member, Li Yanliang. Can you defer it for a night on her account?"
The server still had a polite smile on his face. He calmly picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Mr. Zhao, someone here wants to dine and dash. They even opened a bottle of '05 Romanée-Conti."
When Chu Xiubai heard the server's words, he hurriedly explained, "It's not dine and dash; it's my friend's treat. But now that she's gone, she might be drunk somewhere. Can you help me find her first?"
The server glanced at him politely. "Two people. One of them has already escaped."
Chu Xiubai: "…"
After a while, Mr. Zhao came over. He was short and foppish. There was a scheming glint under his gold-framed glasses.
He sized him up from head to toe. "Do you know what kind of place Qingyu House is? How dare you come here to dine and dash?"
Chu Xiubai was still trying to explain, "I didn't. My friend is the daughter of the Li family. She will come back to get the check."
Manager Zhao sneered. "Which patron here isn't rich or famous? But, this is the first time I've seen someone who can't even fork out 1.09 million yuan."
Before Chu Xiubai could say anything, Mr. Zhao said impatiently, "According to the policy of Qingyu House—when patrons can't pay up, they have to offer something of the same value. Mr. Chu, it seems that you have to leave something here tonight."