My Binocular Mutation: The Digitization Of Everything!

"Come on, come on. You pay attention."

Ye Jun supported him.

A few people chatted in a hurry and walked to the entrance of the restaurant. There were white marble bricks in front of the door. Two majestic stone lions stood in front of the magnificent gate. On both sides stood two energetic young men, dressed in The suit, with white gloves, looks quite imposing.

The door is inscribed with four golden characters, Haitian Restaurant!

If it is said that the decoration of this restaurant is not top-notch in many new restaurants nowadays, as a Shudu native, I have basically heard of the name of this restaurant.

It has a history of nearly a hundred years and has received countless dignitaries who have visited the capital of Shu. The chef inside is invited to attend the state banquet every year...

The key is that the business model of this restaurant is a membership system, and individual customers are not accepted, but it is such a large restaurant where members enter, and every day is full of seats.

Ma Keji were all studying in universities in Shudu. Of course, he knew the gold content of this restaurant and couldn't help but start to marvel.

"Haitian Restaurant... I didn't expect that I would be able to eat here one day!"

"Lao Ye, you're so ridiculous, you can actually get members here."

...

The receptionist on the side had already seen the movement here, and the Bugatti parked in the restaurant's parking space, prepared for the reception early.

Ye Jun and his party walked to the door, and one of them immediately greeted him.

"Welcome, Mr. Ye, the box you ordered here has been prepared for you. May I take you there?"

The hostess half bowed his body and asked respectfully.

Ye Jun nodded slightly and said, "No, I used to be."

He said that he led everyone into the interior of the restaurant.

This Haitian restaurant adopts the traditional ancient restaurant decoration. The flat floor on the first floor is the lobby, with delicate wooden lamps hung in a patchwork, and soft lights are spread in the wide hall.

In the hall are scattered dozens of tables made of pineapple, as well as matching wooden chairs. It is now the point of dinner, and there are already full seats. There are people with identities, and there will be no loud noises, so the whole scene is unusually harmonious.

Some imitation ceramics or jade carvings are placed around the hall.

On both sides is a revolving wooden ladder. Following the wooden ladder is a circle of corridors. On the edge of the corridor are independent boxes.

"With decoration, I thought I was watching a TV series. It's really stylish!"

Marco looked at this scene in admiration, and the rest of the people nodded again and again.

"Hehe, it's interesting. Let's go, go upstairs in the box."

Ye Jun chuckled lightly, and led everyone from the aisle next to him to go upstairs for a meal.

Suddenly a sound broke the harmony in the hall.

"President Wang, you respect it!"

A burst of anger mixed with sweet drink was unusually harsh in the hall.

I saw the voice of the owner, wearing a delicate black dress and long skirt, revealing a small half of his fragrant shoulders. At this moment, she was standing, her chest slightly undulating, a pair of jade arms hanging on both sides, clenching his fists tightly.

Looking at the pretty face again, the willow brows are erect, the apricot eyes are angry, the sexy red lips are tightly pressed, and the middle-aged man sitting next to her is staring fiercely.

Who else could this be?

Ye Jun also didn't expect that Zhou Mei could be met here, and this place was not yet a place where Zhou Mei could afford to consume.

"Brother Ye, this woman is on time. This figure, this face, the best!"

"It's not bad, but look at her boss, it's not what people like us can think of."

"Yes, the rich man's toy, the goddess of diaosi. This is the best product, wouldn't Lao Ye be considered a local tyrant?"

Several colleagues in the same industry also saw this scene and made comments one after another. This is an eternal topic among men.

Ye Jun smiled faintly and said, "Come on, I think it's average."

Here Zhou Mei is looking at President Wang with an angry face. The President Wang smiled without anger. He licked his lips, with a hint of aggressiveness in his eyes, and said with a smile: "The director is so hot-tempered this week, I like."

Zhou Mei seemed to endure to the limit, and said with an ugly face: "Pay attention to your words, President Wang."

"Xiao Zhou, why did you talk to President Wang? Sit down and apologize to President Wang."

A bald man at the same table stood up and shouted Zhou Mei.

Zhou Mei looked at the two people in front of her, and snorted coldly: "He was the first..."

Halfway through, Zhou Mei stopped talking. Just now, Mr. Wang moved his hands and was stopped by herself, but it was a bit embarrassing to put these words on the table.

The bald man's face sank. Zhou Mei usually looks clever this time. Why did she suddenly become so dull after seeing such a big customer service for the first time today.

Obviously it wasn't about this time. The bald man filled Zhou Mei's glass with wine, and said coldly to Zhou Mei:

"Zhou Mei, don't you have a cup with Mr. Wang."

Turning around, he smiled eagerly at Mr. Wang again: “President Wang shouldn’t care about Xiao Zhou. She is still young and knows work a day. For so many years, she hasn’t even had a boyfriend, and she doesn’t understand these rules.”

Mr. Wang, who had ate behind closed doors at Zhou Mei's place, heard these words, and immediately understood the deep meaning of the words. This looked like a renegade, but he did not expect to be a chaste woman. This kind of strong woman is only playing with it.

President Wang squinted his glasses, his sloppy, over-drinking face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he looked at Zhou Mei's angry pretty face, waiting for Zhou Mei to toast.

There were a few others who accompanied the wine on this table and started to booze.

A woman with heavy make-up sat next to President Wang, charmingly put her head on President Wang’s shoulder and said softly: "Sister Zhou, you see this is a trouble. What status is President Wang? If it weren’t for President Wang to have a member here today, You can't even enter the threshold here. Why don't you obediently have a drink with Mr. Wang!"

"That is, with what kind of shelf, the director of a small company calls your boss to come, and we have to toast our President Wang."

"Zhou Mei, you are not happy! What are you doing in a daze?"

When the bald man heard these words, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. This offended Mr. Wang, and no one could not bear the responsibility for losing this list.

Zhou Mei still stood in place, motionless, filled with hatred, this society is so cruel, even if she is in the company, she is still at the mercy of others.

If you can be more powerful, you can splash this glass of wine on this person's face on the spot, hateful, hateful.

President Wang watched Zhou Mei standing in place and didn't rush her. He just wanted to enjoy torturing this superwoman until she didn't leave a trace of self-esteem, waiting for her to beg for her pity like a bitch.

Then tonight, enjoy this dog meal. At this time he has fallen into a wonderful fantasy!

Suddenly, Wang always felt that his hair was damp, and there was some liquid dripping from the top of his head. The mellow Moutai smell spread all over his body instantly, and the strong smell of wine made him wake up all at once.

Realizing what happened, Mr. Wang suddenly shouted:

"You're fucking looking for death!"

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