"Are you blind?" Mo Yingjie put down the book he was holding, "Don't you see who that is?"
"But the other customers..."
"We don't need to worry about the other customers, just let these few do as they please." Mo Yingjie picked up the book again, "Tell the guys downstairs, from now on, their bill is on the house whenever they come."
"Our rules..."
"Rules are dead, people are alive." Mo Yingjie lifted his head, "Make a call to that brat from Dengxian, tell him he better be here on time tomorrow morning, if he's late, I'll break his legs."
"Understood, boss."
When Gu Tao and the others finished packing and were walking out with bags of stuff, the waitstaff all bowed to send them off, even going so far as to kneel to shine their shoes at the entrance. The quality of service was truly impeccable, even to the point of having two waiters chasing after them with bundles of packaged chrysanthemum tea, saying it was to help with digestion.
