With that thought, Li Guohua snapped his fingers. A waiter had already come up to him. The service staff at the Dynasty Club were impeccable in every aspect. Be it their actions, expressions, or tone of voice, they all demonstrated a kind of respect for the guests.
"Sir, do you need anything?"
"Bring two bottles of Lafite, the '82 vintage will do," Li Guohua said indifferently.
Once he finished speaking, the nearby waiter nodded with a smile, "Alright, sir. Two bottles of '82 Lafite. Please show me your membership card so I can make a note of it."
Having a membership card for the Dynasty Club was not a problem for Li Guohua. Nie Zhenbang wouldn't be so petty as to refuse Li Guohua's card application. If he did that, people might think it was because Nie Zhenbang was afraid of Li Guohua, which would not be a good look at all.
