Chapter 292 - 194: The Rhythm of a Backdoor?
"No problem. It’s just adding a table, right? It’ll only take a minute."
"Thanks."
The staff member discreetly pulled up his personal QR code, and Lin Jiang scanned a 1,000-yuan payment to him.
"Follow me, buddy. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of."
"Alright."
Following the staff member, Lin Jiang waved to the three of them.
The three of them quickened their pace and hurried over.
"Brother Jiang, what’s going on?" Zhao Fangfei asked.
"I got us a table in the front. Let’s go up there; the view will be better."
"Brother Jiang, you’re amazing! You could even arrange this?"
"It’s nothing. When a problem comes up, you solve it. It’s not a big deal."
Hearing Lin Jiang say this, Feng Qi’s favorable impression of him skyrocketed.
When a problem arose, Zhou Sui would just complain, while Lin Jiang would find a way to solve it. The difference between them was immediately clear.
’Looks like not all rich kids are arrogant and domineering. Someone like Lin Jiang is so composed and has such a gentlemanly air about him.’
’Most importantly, he’s handsome and has a great body.’
’How did Zhao Fangfei get so lucky to find such a perfect boyfriend?!’
Led by the staff member, the four of them were brought to a table in the very front row. It was directly facing the stage, offering an excellent view.
"Thank you for getting us such a great spot, Brother Jiang," Feng Qi said politely.
"It’s nothing. As long as you’re all happy."
’Money makes the world go ’round.’
’The vast majority of life’s problems can be solved with money. If they can’t, you just need to spend more.’
’Just like now. I haven’t even done anything, and Zhou Sui is already about to lose his girl.’
Zhou Sui sat beside them without a word, pretending to look at the menu.
"Order whatever you want. It’s my treat today."
Trying to win back some favor, Zhou Sui was being very generous.
Feng Qi took the menu and scooted closer to Zhao Fangfei.
"Fangfei, what do you want to eat?"
"I’m not picky. Anything that can fill me up is fine."
"Well, we still have to order something. Come on, let’s order quickly. I’m starving."
As the two women huddled together to order, Lin Jiang didn’t feel the need to step in. ’If Zhou Sui wants to treat them, let him have his chance.’
’To win over people like Zhao Fangfei and Feng Qi, you had to spend money *on* them, not just *around* them.’
’For example, if someone helps you and you want to thank them...’
’...you could give them cash, a gift card, or even a present. The least wise option is to treat them to a meal.’
’Because you ate at the meal too, so how can you say it’s a gesture of thanks to me?’
The show began while they were ordering.
Most of the acts were entertaining, comedic performances. They were far from high-end, focusing instead on being relatable and down-to-earth. As long as the audience found it amusing, the goal was accomplished.
A few acts later, the food the two women had ordered was served. There was nothing particularly special about it.
Crayfish, clams, squid, and some assorted grilled skewers.
They were all simple ingredients, common items you could find anywhere, and not particularly expensive.
"Why’d you order all this cheap stuff? You should’ve ordered something expensive," Zhou Sui said, clearly displeased.
’This Zhou Sui guy really had a knack for being ridiculous.’
’You were there when they were ordering, so you knew what they were getting.’
’You didn’t stop them then, but now you’re criticizing their choices. Talk about not knowing how to show off properly.’
"Don’t worry about it. If it’s not enough, we can always order more," Feng Qi said.
"Fine. There’s an auction later. I’ll bid on some good stuff for you all to try."
"Mhm."
Just as they were speaking, a male host walked onto the stage.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to this year’s Fishing Festival! Our fishermen have brought back many wonderful things from the sea, which will be sold by auction. We hope you’ll all bid generously!"
Zhou Sui straightened up, his confidence swelling.
’Finally, the part I’ve been waiting for.’