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Chapter 933

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Chen Zhao hadn't been humiliated like this in a long time.

Even Gerlyn had been humiliated like this.

Chen Zhao hated this feeling.

He was never someone who knew how to hide his emotions.

If he lost something, he'd get it back.

Half an hour later, a car stopped before Chen Zhao.

An older man alighted from the car.

"Hello, are you Mr. Chen? I'm Nafa Twain."

"Hello, Mr. Nafa."

"Call me Twain." Nafa Twain didn't become a A-list celebrity by putting on airs.

He knew the importance of connections. Since Chen Zhao could invite Amira, it meant that his background wasn't weak.

Of course, he was a A-list celebrity, an international superstar in Hollywood.

If it was just Amira, he wouldn't have compromised.

His relationship with Amira was more of an exchange of benefits.

Compared to the exchange of interests between him and Amira, a restaurant was obviously not worth mentioning.

"Mr. Chen, my suggestion is to transfer 60% of the restaurant's shares to you. I'll keep 40%. Trust me, this is the best choice for the restaurant," Nafa Twain said.

"You don't mind if I use your name to earn money?" Chen Zhao asked, smiling.

"If I can have a friend like Mr. Chen, I think it's worth it." Nafa Twain was good with words.

At least, Chen Zhao felt comfortable with Nafa's attitude.

"I'll go with you," Nafa Twain said. "I can announce this to the restaurant staff."

"Okay, my girlfriend is still sitting there."

Nafa Twain followed beside Chen Zhao. When he saw Fali, his words were also appropriate.

"Is that beautiful lady your girlfriend?"

Fali was surprised to see Nafa Twain beside Chen Zhao.

Unlike Chen Zhao who didn't care about what was happening around him, she still paid some attention to Hollywood.

That was why she recognized Nafa Twain at first glance.

"Hello, beautiful lady. I'm Mr. Chen's friend." Nafa Twain smiled and shook hands with Fali.

"Hello." Fali didn't understand why Chen Zhao would invite Nafa Twain.

However, Nafa definitely wasn't Chen Zhao's friend. At least, they weren't close.

She basically knew all of Chen Zhao's friends and had a good relationship with them.

Moreover, Chen Zhao's friends wouldn't call him Mr. when they called him.

"Mr. Chen heard that Miss Fali likes my restaurant, so he bought shares from me. Miss Fali can come to my restaurant whenever you want."

Fali looked at Chen Zhao in disbelief.

But more than that, she was touched. She didn't think that Chen Zhao would buy the restaurant just because of what she said.

"Fali, sorry for making you wait so long."

"I'm fine."



The three of them went into the restaurant. When the waiter at the door saw Chen Zhao, he wanted to humiliate him again.

However, when he saw Nafa Twain beside Chen Zhao, the waiter's expression changed. Panic appeared on his face.

"Willie, are there any empty rooms?" Nafa Twain asked as he walked to the service counter.

"Yes, sir."

"Mr. Chen, Miss Fali, let's go in."

When Chen Zhao reached the door, he paused and looked at the waiter. "Oh, you're Willy, right?"

There was a meaningful smile on Chen Zhao's face. Willy's expression turned fearful.

"Willy, this is Mr. Chen. He'll be the biggest shareholder of the restaurant in the future. When you see Mr. Chen and Miss Fali, you have to respect them like you respect me."

Biggest shareholder? Willy's expression turned very ugly. His smile also froze.

The three chatted happily as they entered the restaurant and the room.

The room was by the window. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall allowed them to see the night view of the entire Beverly Hills. The decorations inside were also very exquisite.

"Mr. Chen, I won't disturb you and Miss Fali anymore. Goodbye." A while later, the waiter came in to take their orders.

After ordering, Chen Zhao stood up. "Fali, I'm going to the bathroom."

Then he walked out of the restaurant and looked around.

The restaurant's business was quite good.

Chen Zhao had spent eight million dollars to buy 60% of the shares. It was quite worth it.

Marina Restaurant's per capita spending was around six thousand dollars.

The business hours were only five to ten in the evening, and they were only open for five hours.

The night's turnover was around three hundred thousand dollars. After deducting the cost, the net income was around fifty thousand dollars.

It would take around a year to recoup the cost.

Normally, Nafa Twain wouldn't sell a golden chicken that could lay eggs.

Chen Zhao didn't know what price Amira had paid, but he'd also paid a price.

Although it was the result of being impulsive, Chen Zhao felt that it wasn't a loss.

After all, 60% of the golden chicken's shares belonged to him now.

When Chen Zhao walked to the intersection, a waiter walked over.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" The waiter already knew that Chen Zhao was the biggest shareholder of the restaurant, so he was very respectful to him.

"Do you know which table Mr. Sonnenfeld is eating at?" Chen Zhao asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Take me there."

The waiter brought Chen Zhao to Sonnenfeld and Fali's table.

The two had been having a pleasant dinner together, but Chen Zhao, an uninvited guest, appeared before them.

"Why are you here? Damn it. How can you enter such a high-class place? "Sonnenfeld looked at Chen Zhao in dissatisfaction.

Chen Zhao looked at Sonnenfeld with a smile. In his hand was the ten dollars that Sonnenfeld had given him.

"Mr. Sonnenfeld, thank you for the ten dollars. I'll take good care of it. I'll always remember what you said to me," Chen Zhao said with a smile. "Mr. Sonnenfeld, I'll take good care of it."

With that, Chen Zhao turned and left.

Both Sonnenfeld and Fali were very unhappy with Chen Zhao's words.

Everyone could tell that Chen Zhao was declaring war on them.

"Waiter, why is he here?" Sonnenfeld asked, annoyed.

"Mr. Sonnenfeld, he just became the biggest shareholder of Marina Restaurant."

"What? How is that possible? So many people in Hollywood want to buy this restaurant. Nafa Twain never agreed. Why would he sell it to a random Asian? "

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