It seemed that Ye Haochuan could read the waiter's mind, causing a surge of discomfort within him. Damn it, what's with that look? Is it just because my clothes are a bit shabby?
Not bothering to say much, he directly pulled out a stack of RMB from his wallet and picked out five bills, considering it a tip.
The waiter was ecstatic, five hundred bucks! That was more than his daily wage, so immediately his attitude took a complete turn. He just treated Ye Haochuan as one of those guys who liked to act rich, and with a smile, ushered him into the hotel.
The whole hotel was three stories high, with a European style, and opulently decorated. Even the sedans in the parking lot were either BMWs, Audis, or Mercedes, and among them, quite a number of supercars like Ferraris and Lamborghinis.
It was evident that the clientele were from high society; it'd be strange for ordinary people to come here.
