Chapter 911: not bad money
Chapter 911 Not bad money
So I didn't plan to take care of anyone, but Di Manning couldn't let go of this opportunity and stopped Luo Qiao a few steps forward: "Yo, this is not our talented classmate Luo Qiao, it's almost time for dinner, why? To leave?"
Luo Qiao was hampered by the people coming and going in the lobby. Besides, when Di Manning came to Jinyuan, he was a customer. This is his own store. It's not good because this person affects the business of the store.
So he said lightly: "I'm ready to leave when things are done. Is there any problem?"
Di Manning curled his lips and said, "Not everyone can afford it here. You can't even afford to order a single dish based on what you wore all day long before?"
Luo Qiao frowned slightly and said, "Does this have anything to do with Miss Di?"
Di Manning looked at the second floor proudly: "Today, my house has the hall and private rooms on the second floor. Why don't you follow me up to eat before leaving?"
Luo Qiao laughed a little: "I heard that the most expensive set menu on the second floor is one hundred and sixty-six tables, and the cheapest is thirty-six tables. How much do you dare to ask your family for a table of dishes?"
Di Manning froze for a moment, and then responded stubbornly: "Of course it must be the most expensive. Who do you think is like you, and you can't even order a dish."
Several men and women around Di Manning pulled her, but she was smug now, and she could manage so much.
Luo Qiao said deliberately: "Then you have to confirm it, but don't make a mistake, it will be too late to change it."
immediately waved and called the front desk: "Is the lobby and private room on the second floor reserved today?"
The front desk nodded and said, "It's Mr. Di's bag."
Di Manning said with a proud face when he heard what the little girl at the front desk said, "That's my father."
Luo Qiao smiled and looked at the little girl at the front desk: "Just now, Miss Di agreed that all the tables are for one hundred and sixty-six tables. Don't make a mistake, it's better to confirm it again."
The front desk frowned, turned around and took the list: "Miss, Mr. Di on the second floor booked a table of sixty-six, and it has his signature on it."
Luo Qiao turned to look at Di Manning: "Miss Di, it's not a good thing to talk about panic. We were classmates before, so there is no need to engage in such a face project."
Di Manning felt slapped in the face, and said to the front desk: "Inform you that the kitchen will replace all of them with one hundred and sixty-six tables. Our Di family is not bad for this money."
Luo Qiao laughed at once: "You can do it, don't make it difficult for the shop to do it, if you are trying to get angry with me, there is really no need for it."
This time Di Manning was even more upset. He took over the list, made changes directly on it, and signed his name: "It's down."
Luo Qiao smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Di's family is really not bad for money."
Di Manning said a little arrogantly: "I said earlier, our family is not short of money, hurry up and inform the back kitchen, don't delay the meal at noon."
Luo Qiao gave the front desk a wink, the front desk smiled knowingly, put away the list and said, "Then this lady, come over with me to make up the deposit first."
Di Manning was a little dumbfounded: "What, do you need to make up the deposit?"
The front desk nodded with a smile: "Yes, this is the policy of our restaurant. Your father originally paid the deposit according to the table of sixty-six, but now if you want to change the table of one hundred and sixty-six, you have to make up six One hundred and ninety yuan deposit, thank you."
Di Manning didn't expect this to happen, and her liver hurt a little with anger, but if she refuses to pay the money now, wouldn't that slut, Luo Qiao, see her joke.
She actually had more than 1,000 in her bag, but that was the money her father asked her to pay for the rest of the restaurant. She looked up at Luo Qiao, who was standing on the side, and thought, "I don't have a door if I want to be ashamed of me."
So he took out another six hundred and ninety yuan from the bag and slapped it in front of the front desk: "It's good, I'll make it up for you."
The front desk smiled and said, "Okay, miss, I'll open another list for you."
Written the list, put it on the special seal, and handed it to Di Manning: "Miss Di, you have put it away, I wish you a happy meal."
Luo Qiao saw Di Manning bleeding, and smiled: "Miss Di, go up quickly, how tired you are standing here, you are a big customer in this store."
(end of this chapter)