Chapter 8 Supreme VIP Card

He wanted to say something more, only to see Tang Chen slowly get up from his seat. Fat Yun, who was just about to receive the card, saw Tang Chen tug on Zhang Nuannuan's hand and shove the card into her bag again.

"Okay, Manager Yun right. Later I will personally call you Miss Luo and ask her why there are many flies buzzing around at dinner? Is my Supreme VIP Card for nothing?"

Tang Chen said while randomly extended his hand from his pocket. A golden card was thrown directly by him on the table.

At the sight of this card, Fat Yun's heart cackled as his face shivered wildly. Instantly a cold sweat washed over his back.

It was a card he couldn't possibly know, or he would be a manager of a five-star hotel for nothing for all these years.

"The Supreme VIP Card of Luo's Group?"

The key was that this card was signed by Miss Luo.

Seeing this, if Fat Yun still didn't understand, then he could really go to hell.

At that time, he had only one thought in his heart that Tang Chen's relationship with Miss was absolutely close. He could even get the Supreme VIP Card signed by Miss Luo.

At that moment, he cordially greeted Jiang Hao's ancestors for all eighteen generations:

"Damn, I didn't offend you. How dare you fuck me."

Fat Yun wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and looked at Tang Chen with a totally different attitude. He said respectfully:

"I'm really sorry. I didn't expect you to be a guest of Miss Luo."

Jiang Hao and Mu Xiaoxiao were wide-eyed. The contrast in Yun Fatty's attitude made them wonder. Could it really be Luo's Supreme VIP Card?

Zhang Nuannuan was so surprised that her mouth opened wide enough to be stuff with an egg. She was afraid that Tang Chen would not be able to pay for his meals and that she would pay for him secretly, but she did not expect that Tang Chen would have the Supreme VIP Card of Luo's Group!

"Dr. Tang, you are really bad. Why do not tell me that you have the card? I was worried for nothing just now...You are so annoying!" Zhang Nuannuan said with a huff.

Still, that card seemed familiar. She seemed to have seen it somewhere. Where could it be?

At this point, Tang Chen said lightly:

"Then how much does Manager Yun think I should pay?"

At the mention of money, Yunlong's cold sweat involuntarily dripped down again. Money? How dare he ask for money?

Unless he did not want to work here anymore, the guest with the Purple VIP Card was supposed to be treated like the Buddha.

"Then do I have to get out of here?" Tang Chen laughed coldly.

"Of course not. From now on, this is Mr. Tang's home. If you want this private room, I have it ready for you at any time. You just have to call in advance."

Fat Yun immediately fawned.

"And who is the one who should be out now?"

Tang Chen's raised his voice a little bit. He was looking at Jiang Hao when he said this which showed an obvious meaning. Since he had stayed, was it time for Jiang Hao to leave?

Expectedly, Fat Yun turned around and his face immediately looked grim.

Jiang Hao's expression turned intense as he said:

"Fat Yun, what are you up to? You don't really think this stupid card is some kind of Supreme VIP Card, do you?"

"Stupid card?" Yunlong cursed him in his heart: Jiang Hao was such a jerk. How dare you call it a stupid card? You think Miss Luo's signed cards could be found everywhere on the street, don't you?

Although there were a lot of big shots in Tianhai, those who hold the Luo clan's Supreme VIP Card could be within five. You told me this was a stupid card? You thoughtless bastard.

"Please, Mr. Jiang, it is better to come this way. Do not disturb our honored guests from their meals."

Fat Yun reached out his hand and made a please gesture, looking at Jiang Hao with a fake smile.

If it was not for Jiang Hao's family background, he would have already had Jiang Hao thrown out. If it was not for the broad-minded Mr. Tang who forgave his rudeness, it was enough to make him sacked by what happened today.

"Fat Yun, what do you mean by that?"

Jiang Hao saw that Yun fatty really wanted to throw him out. He immediately got furious: "I am a platinum member who spent millions a year here. How could you treat your valued guests like this?"

Tang Chen, who was sitting at the table, took a bite of his dish, and said impatiently:

"Manager Yun, can you be quick? It is so rare to come here to eat. These two-irrelevant people made me lose even my appetite now. Hurry up and tell them to get lost."

Seeing such an incomprehensible Jiang Hao, Yun Fat had cursed him to death in his heart.

You were fucking idiot. A platinum card? He had gotten the Supreme VIP Card which represented the order of the President. Your Platinum VIP Card was nothing.

Fat Yun hastily called out two security guards and directly lifted Jiang Hao and Mu Xiao Xiao up and threw them out of the room as if they were throwing garbage.

"Hao, how are you?"

Mu Xiaoxiao hurriedly got up from the ground and looked at Jiang Hao who had broken his head. She hurriedly helped him up and took out a napkin to help him wipe the blood that was oozing from his forehead.

At this moment, Jiang Hao was like a beggar. The people who came and went and even if the waiters looked at Jiang Hao with disdain when they saw his miserable appearance.

They thought to themselves, "Where did this beggar come from? He was thrown out by the security guard? He must have dined and dashed.

Ha! He deserved it!

Faced with the taunts of the crowd, Jiang Hao would rather jump directly from the top floor. As the eldest son of Jiang clan, when had he ever been despised like that?

When he turned his head to look at the closed door, Jiang Hao let out an incomparably resentful cold grunt. How dare you, Tang Chen. If you fell into my hands, you would be sorry to be born.

With his gritted teeth, Jiang Hao finally left the place gloomy with Mu Xiaoxiao's support. Tang Chen, who was disturbed by the two, lost interest in eating. He hastily grabbed a few bites and left with Zhang Nuannuan.

Along the way, Fat Yun carefully followed behind Tang Chen. He had already done it wrong once. So now, he was getting increasingly cautious.

It was only after Tang Chen left and got into Zhang Nuannuan's mini sedan that he took a long sigh of relief. He had already cursed all the 18 generations of Jiang Hao's ancestors once again. Damn it, if Tang Chen had not overlooked his previous mistakes, or had this matter heard by Miss Luo, I would have lost my job today.

Patting his chest and calming his panic, Fat Yun walked over to the front desk.

"Give me a bottle of Jiangxiaobai. I need to suppress the shock."

Yunlong pointed to the small bottles that held two and a half liang (equals to 31.25 grams) of spirits on the liquor cabinet and said with a lingering fear.

Standing across from him was the waitress who had previously ordered two bottles of Lafite wine for Tang Chen.

Seeing the cold sweat on Fat Yun's head, she asked with some curiosity:

"Manager, that kid hasn't paid yet. Why did you send him out? He ordered two bottles of Lafite which cost seventy or eighty thousand."

It was obvious that this waitress was still very impressed with Tang Chen.

In her consciousness, Tang Chen was a poor man who had brought the girl here to put on the dog.