Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

"After fifteen bottles, if you drink one more bottle, I'll give you ten thousand."

When the waitress heard this, she looked at the wine in Huang Hao's hand.

She recognized this wine, it costs several hundred yuan a bottle.

But the alcohol content of this wine is also very high. For her who is not very good at drinking, one bottle can be fatal.

Just as the waitress was struggling with her feelings, the door of the private room opened and the manager hurried in.

Just now a waiter went to tell him that a waiter had entered the VIP room and had not come out yet.

The manager knew that these VIP guests were people whom he could not afford to offend, so he hurried over.

"I didn't expect Mr. Huang to come. It really brings honor to our humble home."

As soon as the manager of Fuguang Club saw Huang Hao, a flattering smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Huang, it is an honor for our club that you can come to our club today. Why don't I treat you today and you can have fun."

As the manager of the Fuguang Club, he has a list of people who should not be provoked.

The people on the list are people that cannot be provoked in Beijing.

Whenever he saw someone, he would serve them carefully.

The manager glanced at the waitress who had her head down with tears in her eyes but was stubborn and refused to give up.

"Why don't you get out of here? What are you doing here? Don't you want your salary today?"

As soon as the manager saw the waitress's expression, he knew that something might have made Huang Hao unhappy.

But the manager also knew that this girl had a difficult life, so he thought that if he could get away with it, he would do so and let her leave quickly.

"Yes. I..."

The waitress was about to leave when Huang Hao stopped her.

"Wait a moment."

"Mr. Huang, this waitress is new and doesn't know the rules. Please be magnanimous and forgive her."

"Tsk. I am still a teenager, not an adult. You should wait until I become an adult before you can talk about this."

Sweat also appeared on the manager's forehead.

He has finally experienced the unreasonableness of this Young Master Huang.

"She soiled my clothes, so she should compensate me."

"I saw that she had no money and no ability, so I kindly gave her some advice, but what's going on now?"

Huang Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the manager, his displeasure clearly revealed.

"Is my words no longer effective?"

"Or is it that you, the Floating Light Club, are unwilling to give me face?"

Huang Hao walked forward a few steps, a few steps closer to the manager, raised his hand, and gently poured the wine in his hand on the manager's head. The transparent wine flowed down the manager's head.

"If you don't give face to my Huang family, will you give face to Young Master Tang?"

The manager of the Fuguang Club was humiliated and angry.

But when he heard Huang Hao mention "Mr. Tang", he was stunned at first, and then he looked at the young man who was sitting on the sofa, sipping wine without saying a word.

The manager of the Fuguang Club didn't care about the wine flowing into his eyes. He was just a small worker, and there were some people he could not afford to offend.

For example, Huang Hao.

Another example is the silent boy.

"Manager, someone in your store soiled my clothes, should I pay for it?"

"It should."

In front of capital, he can only bow his head.

Bang bang bang....

Huang Hao reached out and patted the manager's face, with an expression of endless ridicule on his face.

"So do you have anything else to do?"

When the manager heard this, he knew that the other party was warning him not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise he would not be so easy to talk to.