blogombal Chapter 210 Whose young master is this?
Chapter 210 Whose young master is this?
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After the two got out of the car, Wang Jiaqi closed the car door and pressed the car key to lock the car.
Just as he was about to turn and walk toward the elevator, he suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
He stopped in his tracks.
He turned his head and looked at the car parked next to his LaFerrari.
It was a silver-gray car.
This car has a very low body and a very unique design; it doesn't look like an ordinary car.
Wang Jiaqi stared at the car for two seconds, then frowned.
He felt the car looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
He asked Liu Dazhuang:
"Hey Dazhuang, come take a look. What's the brand of that car over there? It looks familiar, but I can't remember."
Liu Dazhuang walked over.
He crouched down and carefully examined the car emblem on the front of the vehicle.
After glancing at it, he immediately took his phone out of his pocket.
He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the car.
Then he typed a few words into the search box and started searching online.
The search results came up quickly.
Liu Dazhuang stared at the information on his phone screen, his mouth agape in astonishment.
He turned his head, looked at Wang Jiaqi in utter shock, and said loudly:
"Holy crap! Do you know what kind of car that is? It's an Aston Martin One-77!"
When Wang Jiaqi heard this name, he had absolutely no idea what it meant.
He asked, looking completely bewildered:
"One-77? What kind of car is that? Is it expensive?"
Liu Dazhuang looked at the message on his phone, and his voice grew louder:
"Is it expensive or not? Look for yourself! The official price of this car is 4700 million! And only 77 units were ever produced worldwide! Do you think it's expensive or not?"
Liu Dazhuang adjusted his glasses and continued:
"And that was just the official price back then. This car has long been discontinued, and there are only a few dozen left in the world. Based on current collector's prices, this car is probably worth more than the LaFerrari you were just driving!"
"What?!"
Upon hearing this number, Wang Jiaqi froze on the spot.
He opened his mouth wide and turned to look at the silver-gray Aston Martin again.
His eyes scanned the car body back and forth.
The official guide price is 4700 million.
Limited to 77 units worldwide.
It's now worth more than a 50 million LaFerrari.
Wang Jiaqi was racking his brains: Who is this young master from a wealthy family who drives a car of this caliber here to eat?
Liu Dazhuang stood to the side, also looking incredulous.
He looked at the Aston Martin and muttered to himself:
"Goodness, this guy's wealth is probably even greater than Meng Han's family's?"
Wang Jiaqi reached out and patted Liu Dazhuang on the shoulder.
He looked at the silver-gray Aston Martin, shook his head, and said loudly:
"Alright, Dazhuang, let's not worry about whose young master he is. Whoever he is, he's richer than us."
Liu Dazhuang put his phone back in his pocket, sighed, and said:
"Sigh, who can argue with that? I also wish my family had tens or hundreds of millions. If that were the case, why would I bother studying so hard? Wouldn't it be better to just go home and inherit the family fortune?"
Wang Jiaqi smiled and echoed:
"Haha, who can argue with that? It's a pity our fathers are just ordinary people."
After lingering in the underground parking garage for a while, the two stopped looking at the Aston Martin.
They turned around and walked together to the elevator next door, then took the elevator up.
……
Prince Xuan Restaurant.
It was already noon.
The restaurant was incredibly busy, packed with customers eating.
Waiters were running between tables with plates in hand, while the kitchen was filled with the constant clatter of spatulas.
Li Ze was still sitting in the booth by the window in the lobby, drinking tea.
Apart from the seat he was sitting in, all the other tables in the hall were occupied by guests.
He occupied a booth by himself and drank tea all morning without ordering a single dish.
To be honest, from a restaurant management perspective, his sitting there was indeed a waste of a business location.
Just then, Zhang Ruoran walked quickly over from the front desk.
She walked to Li Ze's desk, bent down, and whispered to him:
"I have something to tell you. Mengli just called me and said she's coming here for lunch."
Li Ze was somewhat surprised when he heard that his daughter wanted to come to the restaurant for dinner.
He put down his teacup and asked:
"Mengli is coming? Wasn't she out today? Why did she decide to eat here?"
Zhang Ruoran replied:
"She said she happened to be nearby right now, and going home was too far for her to make it in time. I've already reserved a private room for her, the one where I listen to the zither, a six-person room."
Zhang Ruoran glanced at the booth in front of Li Ze and then said:
"Why don't you go to that private room and have dinner with your daughter? If you sit here, our restaurant will be able to collect less revenue from one table of customers."
Zhang Ruoran glanced at the booth in front of Li Ze and then said:
"Why don't you go to that private room and have dinner with your daughter? If you sit here, our restaurant will be able to collect less revenue from one table of customers."
When Li Ze heard Ruoran say that, he laughed.
He stood up from his chair and answered very happily:
"Of course. I'll head over to the private room now. It's empty here, so we can accommodate other guests."
Ruoran rolled her eyes at him and muttered something under her breath:
"You know that's good. You've been sitting here drinking since morning without spending a single penny, which has cost our shop a lot less in revenue."
Li Ze smiled and waved his hand:
"Hahaha, yes, yes, it's my fault. I'll leave right now, I'll leave right now."
After saying that, Li Ze picked up the string of beads on the table and turned to walk towards the private room.
When the waiter saw that Li Ze wanted to change places, he quickly picked up the pot of tea that was not yet finished on the table and followed Li Ze to the private room.
Li Ze walked to the door of the private room for listening to music, pushed the door open, and went inside.
The private room was very large, with a large round table in the center and six chairs around it.
The lights were set to a very warm tone, and a beautiful painting hung on the wall.
Li Ze sat down in a chair on the inside.
The waiter placed the teapot on the table and then respectfully left the room.
Li Ze picked up his teacup and took another sip of tea.
He sipped his tea while waiting for his daughter to arrive.
A few minutes passed.
The door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.
Li Mengli walked in wearing the same black Chanel-style suit she had worn when she left home this morning, carrying a bag.
As soon as she stepped into the private room, she saw Li Ze sitting inside drinking tea.
Li Mengli was immediately surprised.
She stared wide-eyed at Li Ze and asked loudly:
"Hey? Dad? What are you doing here?"
Li Ze put down his teacup, looked at his daughter, and replied with a smile:
"You're here. Your mom told me you were coming here to eat. And all the seats in the main hall are full, only this private room is empty. It's not really appropriate for you to eat alone in such a big private room, so I came to keep you company."
After hearing her father's explanation, Li Mengli nodded.
She looked at the size of the private room; it was indeed quite large.
She said with a smile:
"Haha, that's true. This private room is so spacious, it would look a bit strange if I were the only one sitting here eating."
After speaking, Li Mengli pulled out a chair next to Li Ze and sat down first.
She placed her bag on the empty chair next to her.
Li Ze looked at his daughter who had sat down, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of hot tea for Mengli as well.
Then, he looked at Mengli and asked in a very casual tone:
"How was your morning? Did anything unpleasant happen?"