"Girl, what do you want to eat?" Wang Hao turned his head and asked.
Ye Zixuan blinked her eyes and responded, "Uncle, let's go eat hotpot. I know there's a hotpot place nearby, and it's quite tasty!"
"Alright, let's go!"
Upon entering the hotpot restaurant, Wang Hao found a seat by the window and sat opposite Ye Zixuan.
"Girl, order whatever you want; it's my treat!"
Ye Zixuan was very sensible. Knowing that Wang Hao didn't have much silver on him, she mostly ordered vegetables and mushrooms, claiming she needed to diet.
While eating, Wang Hao occasionally told a few suggestive jokes, causing Ye Zixuan to tremble with laughter.
Just then, a teenager dressed in designer sportswear, with a streak of purple in his hair, walked over with two lackeys in tow.
The purple-haired teenager was named Zhao Shanhe, also a student at Donghua University, and had been pursuing Ye Zixuan since last year.
However, Ye Zixuan was not the least bit interested in him and had never once given him the chance to dine with her alone.
To his utter surprise, he stumbled upon Ye Zixuan here, sharing a meal alone with a strange man, and they were even chatting and laughing together.
This sparked a flame of jealousy in Zhao Shanhe's heart. He glanced at Wang Hao with cold, hostile eyes.
"Zixuan, I didn't realize you also liked to eat hotpot here. I've booked a luxurious private room on the second floor; come eat with me there!"
Ye Zixuan giggled and shook her head, saying, "No, thanks. I like eating here!"
Zhao Shanhe's face flashed with frustration upon seeing Ye Zixuan refusing to go upstairs with him.
Of course, as a gentleman who had returned from studying abroad in New Zealand, no matter how angry he was inside, it was impossible for him to lose his temper at a girl, especially the one he was eagerly pursuing!
Unable to vent his anger on Ye Zixuan, he had no choice but to target Wang Hao instead.
Seeing Wang Hao's cheap street market clothes, Zhao Shanhe felt a sense of innate superiority.
"Zixuan, is this your friend? How come I've never seen him before?"
From the moment Zhao Shanhe entered, Wang Hao knew this guy was up to no good.
So, without waiting for Ye Zixuan to answer, Wang Hao, chewing on a piece of fatty beef, casually replied, "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Hao, 'Wang' as in the 'neighbor Wang', and 'Hao' as in 'beneath the bright moon'."
Upon hearing "neighbor Wang," Zhao Shanhe's brows furrowed. What did he mean by that? Could it be that he had already poached Ye Zixuan, the Art Department's school flower?
Considering this, Zhao Shanhe cast a probing glance at Wang Hao and asked with a hint of grace, "Brother, I need to discuss some private matters with Zixuan, could you change seats?"
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, glanced at Zhao Shanhe, and said, "I barely know you, your private matters are none of my business. Besides, my spot here is feng shui perfection, with mountains on one side and water on the other!"
"Next to mountains and waters?" Hearing Wang Hao's words, everyone present couldn't help but be stunned. In this downtown area, surrounded by tall buildings, where was there a mountain, where was there water?
"Of course it's next to mountains and waters. My back is to Donghua Mountain, and I'm facing the Yangtze River waters, isn't that mountain and water aka?" Wang Hao chuckled and replied.
"Pfft!" Ye Zixuan couldn't help but burst into laughter at Wang Hao's witty response.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhao Shanhe frowned and asked, "Brother, you really can crack jokes. Tell me, how much money would it take for you to give up this seat?"
"Heh, my friend, in this world, there are many things that can't be solved with money. For example, what if I gave you money, could you make those lackeys of yours lay eggs in public?"
"You...so you're not giving up the seat?" Zhao Shanhe glared at Wang Hao angrily and said.
Wang Hao shrugged and replied, "I never said that. If you really want to force-buy my seat, it's not impossible. It's just that with the financial crisis on Wall Street in the United States, inflation is rampant. The value of this feng shui treasure has soared just like everything else!"
Hearing Wang Hao's words, Zhao Shanhe laughed.
After all, it was all about the money. And money was what Zhao Shanhe was least short of.
"So, brother, name your price!"
Wang Hao counted on his fingers, back and forth twice, and said, "I've just done the math, and I need a total of 2000 yuan. Considering you're also Zixuan's friend, I'll give you a discount and you just hand over 1800, alright!"
Hearing Wang Hao's outrageous demand, Zhao Shanhe wished he could rush up and bite the man to death.
Damn, he's got some nerve asking for so much, 1800 just like that. Why doesn't he go rob a bank?
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhao Shanhe, whose face had turned ashen. He chuckled and said, "If you don't have the money, then let's just forget it!"
Grinding his teeth, Zhao Shanhe pulled a wad of cash from his bag and slapped it on the table: "Here's two thousand. Now scram!"
Wang Hao took the cash, and with spittle flying, counted it once. He even took out a bill to check against the light like a professional.
Once certain the amount was correct, he slowly stood up, snapped his fingers at Ye Zixuan, and said, "Girl, let's head to the second floor!"
After saying this, Wang Hao shouted again, "Boss, we need a private room on the second floor, the one that's 1800, the most expensive one!"
Upon hearing Wang Hao's words, Zhao Shanhe was so angry he almost spat blood right then and there.
"Damn it, you dare to play me!"
Wang Hao shrugged, looking innocent, and said, "How am I playing you? You said you wanted to buy my spot. Well, I moved out of the way, didn't I?"
"You... do you know who my father is?" Zhao Shanhe stuttered, too angry to speak.
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and pretended to be shocked as he asked, "Dude, you're pitiful. You've lived this long and you don't even know who your own dad is?"
"Regarding this matter, I suggest you go back and ask your mom; she might know who your dad is?"
Seeing that Wang Hao was unfazed, Zhao Shanhe became furiously angry, his sense of gentlemanly demeanor forgotten, and he swung his fist towards Wang Hao's face.
"Damn it, you're asking for it!"
The way he threw his punch, full of power, seemed like he had trained in some taekwondo or something similar.
Had it been an ordinary person, they might have indeed been knocked down by his punch.
Unfortunately for him, this time he was up against Wang Hao, a man who made countless special forces soldiers lose their nerve.
As Zhao Shanhe's punch came towards him, Wang Hao squinted his eyes and smirked, saying, "You won't die if you don't seek death, but since you're insistent on finding it, I can't be blamed!"
Before his words had even finished, Wang Hao flicked his hand casually, deflecting Zhao Shanhe's fist as if effortlessly redirecting a heavy weight with a slight move.
Immediately after, he swung his palm toward Zhao Shanhe's rather handsome face and smacked it fiercely.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound suddenly erupted; Zhao Shanhe only felt his ears ringing and stars flashing before his eyes as if his head was about to explode.
His two flunkies, upon seeing their boss get hit, were stunned for a moment before they raised their fists and rushed over.
With a smirk of disdain on his lips, Wang Hao's figure flashed between the two men, grabbed their heads with either hand, and slammed them together.
"Clang!"
"Ouch!"
"Damn!"
...
Wang Hao glanced over Zhao Shanhe and his two men with the corner of his eye.
Then, he coolly snapped his fingers at Ye Zixuan, "All done, that's a wrap. Girl, let's go to the second-floor private room for hotpot!"