"Sister, is this person a pet? Why is he being led by the ear? "
"I guess so."
"Hahaha …"
When Jiang Cheng passed by the etiquette lady, the mocking voice entered his ears.
In an instant, Jiang Cheng's face turned from an embarrassed flush to an angry livid green.
This was also the first time Jiang Cheng had received such insults, including Britney leading him by the nose and the etiquette lady's mocking words.
Jiang Cheng was about to resist and break free from Britney's restraint, but a shout interrupted his action.
"Miss Britney … You're here."
Doctor Strange was wearing a white coat. At first glance, it was obvious that he was a high-tech talent who mingled in the experimental circle all year round.
He smiled and waved at Britney. His every move was very polite.
"Doctor Strange, look who I brought."
Britney let go of her hand and looked at Jiang Cheng whose ears were red from her pinching.
"Oh? Is this the leader of the Lung Hing Society? "
Doctor Strange didn't seem to believe that a person who was played by Britney would be Britney's boss. This was absolutely impossible.
"I'm Jiang Cheng."
The moment Britney spoke, Jiang Cheng straightened his back and revealed the demeanor of a general.
"Nice to meet you."
Doctor Strange heard it.
When Jiang Cheng spoke, the expression on his face changed 360 degrees. He then extended his hand respectfully, intending to shake hands with Jiang Cheng.
Then, Doctor Strange lowered his head and waited for Jiang Cheng to move his hand closer. It seemed that if Jiang Cheng didn't shake hands with Doctor Strange, he wouldn't raise his head.
Out of politeness, Jiang Cheng clapped but didn't shake hands with him.
Jiang Cheng would be more distant to people he had just met. He wouldn't be too intimate with them.
What's more, this strange doctor was a talent that Britney had hired from Lindong Street's municipal government. His credibility still needed to be investigated.
Dr. Freak raised his head, obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Cheng's reaction. Then, he completely ignored Jiang Cheng.
"Miss Britney, please have a seat."
After waving his hand, Dr. Strange took the lead and sat down on the sofa wrapped in leather.
"Why is this person so rude?"
When Britney walked past Jiang Cheng and was about to sit down, Jiang Cheng said softly.
"You still dare to say that? Ask yourself, was your behavior just now polite?"
My actions just now? Wasn't that normal?
Jiang Cheng could not help but feel that
He put his hand on his head and scratched it while thinking about the impolite part of his behavior.
But in the end, Jiang Cheng still couldn't figure it out. Instead, he was pulled over by Britney.
After the three of them sat down, Dr. Strange handed the menu on the table to the waiter.
"I've ordered for you. It will be served soon."
Dr. Strange smiled at Jiang Cheng on his left and Britney on his right.
"Thank you."
Compared to Britney's thanks, Jiang Cheng's following words were indeed a bit rude.
"Oh!"
Hearing this, Britney quickly glanced at Dr. Strange from the corner of her eyes, afraid that he would be angry.
"Dr. Strange, let's talk about the automatic tracker."
After Dr. Strange heard Jiang Cheng's answer, a trace of displeasure appeared on his face. Britney seized the opportunity and quickly changed the topic. Otherwise, Dr. Strange might really be furious and withdraw from the Lung Hing Society.
"I've prepared the design draft for the automatic tracker. Let me show you."
Dr. Strange opened his white coat and took out a design draft from a hidden pocket inside.
This was probably the product with the least design draft that Jiang Cheng had ever seen in a high-tech design.
The design draft was simple, which meant that the production process was simple. Would such a product really work?
"Just this one?"
Jiang Cheng was still a little worried and asked.
"Yes."
Then, Dr. Strange handed the design draft of the automatic tracker to Britney, ignoring the real boss of the Lung Hing Society — Jiang Cheng.
"Miss Britney, please take a look. If the chip is ready, we can start working."
Britney took the one-page design draft, glanced at it, and handed it to Jiang Cheng.
"Do you want to take a look?"
At this moment, Dr. Strange actually snatched the design draft.
"The less people know about the secret of the automatic tracker, the better. If the whole world knows about it, it will be troublesome."
Britney only wanted to show the design draft to Jiang Cheng, but she didn't expect Dr. Strange to be dissatisfied. He was even worried that Jiang Cheng would leak the secret of the automatic tracker design.
Did he forget that Jiang Cheng was the boss of the Lung Hing Society? Or was he unwilling to admit that Jiang Cheng was the boss, so he didn't respect him?
Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up from the sofa wrapped in leather, his face full of displeasure.
"This is not negotiable. If you want to do it, do it yourself."
"Bang!" In his anger, Jiang Cheng's palm directly shattered the table made of jade in the hotel.
Jiang Cheng, on the other hand, didn't care about anything as he walked towards the door aggressively.
It seemed that Dr. Strange's rude behavior had angered Jiang Cheng again and again. Jiang Cheng didn't intend to talk too much with this Dr. Strange, so he was ready to leave.
The sound of jade shattering attracted the attention of countless people in the surroundings. Everyone let out a "Wow" sound in unison. Only one direction seemed out of place, and that was the location of the toll counter.
"Oh my god …"
The hotel owner was a 1.5-meter-tall man with a big belly and looked relatively honest.
He inadvertently dragged out the ending sound of his words, hurriedly put down the money in his hand, and rushed out from the toll counter to chase after Jiang Cheng.
"Jiajia, Fang, stop him."
The hotel owner ran, looking particularly clumsy. In this case, he chose to call for help, which was the two girls who acted as etiquette girls at the door.
Jiang Cheng seemed to deliberately slow down to let the hotel owner catch up, so the hotel owner was already in front of Jiang Cheng before the etiquette girls arrived.
As long as they saw what happened in front, almost everyone could guess what the hotel owner was going to do.
The honest hotel owner grabbed Jiang Cheng's arm and shouted, "You all saw that this customer broke the jade table that our store specially ordered from South Africa. Now, if this customer doesn't leave compensation, then it will be difficult for him to take a step out of this store. "
The hotel owner raised his arm high, but he could only reach Jiang Cheng's head. Jiang Cheng let the hotel owner speak. There was no trace of displeasure on his face.
After all, this table made of jade was indeed broken by Jiang Cheng, so it was normal for Jiang Cheng to have such a reaction.
"Then how do you want to compensate first?"
Jiang Cheng didn't think about avoiding this compensation at all. From the moment he slowed down to let the hotel owner catch up, one could see some clues.
"We specially ordered the jade table from South Africa. Our store ordered 20 of them at one time and spent 200,000. Plus the shipping fee of 10,000, it's a total of 210,000."
Jiang Cheng turned on his high-speed brain mode. "210,000 divided by 20 equals 1.05 million." Soon, Jiang Cheng got the answer he wanted.
"Then I'll compensate you 1.05 million, right?"
Jiang Cheng took out a shiny credit card from the pocket of his dark blue jeans. This was the one million US dollars that Zhao Qian had promised to lend to Jiang Cheng. It was a gold card specially made by the bank for very few rich people.
"It's not 1.05 million."
"Then how much is it?"
Did I make a mistake in my calculations? That's impossible. 210,000 divided by 20 equals 1.05 million.
"I want to buy a new table. Other than the cost of the jade table itself, there's also another 10,000 for shipping. So you have to compensate us 20,000 US dollars. "
At this moment, the gold card in Jiang Cheng's hand almost fell from his palm. "So that's how it's calculated!"
Jiang Cheng chuckled and replied, "20,000 it is. It's yours. I won't give you any less."
Perhaps it was the first time the hotel owner had seen such a generous person. When Jiang Cheng handed the gold card to him, he didn't take it.
"You're really willing to pay 20,000?"
"Then how about a 10% discount!"
Just as Jiang Cheng finished his sentence, the hotel owner directly snatched the gold card from Jiang Cheng's hand.
"20,000 it is. You said it. You can't go back on your words."
The hotel owner twisted his waist, and the fat on his belly moved up and down. He was afraid that Jiang Cheng would take the gold card away again. In other words, he was afraid that Jiang Cheng would go back on his words. That was why he ran so fast.
"This person …"
Jiang Cheng was a little helpless. When he asked for a discount, the hotel owner's reaction was as if a piece of his flesh was cut off. In the end, he snatched the gold card from Zhao Qian and ran to the cashier counter.
Although Jiang Cheng was willing to pay 20,000, what if the hotel owner accidentally swiped tens of thousands?
Following the hotel owner's footsteps, Jiang Cheng arrived at the cashier counter in advance.
"Give me the card. I'll swipe 20,000 for you."
"No! I'll do it myself. "
The hotel owner held the gold card that Zhao Qian gave to Jiang Cheng tightly in his hand. Even when Jiang Cheng asked to swipe the card himself, he didn't agree.
"Then you do it."
The hotel owner's behavior reflected his worry. He was afraid that the gold card would be taken away by Jiang Cheng. Under such circumstances, Jiang Cheng could only let the hotel owner swipe the card himself.
However, Jiang Cheng had to monitor the hotel owner's every move at all times. He couldn't let the hotel owner swipe tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars on his card. Although it wasn't his own money, it was still borrowed from someone else. He had to return it …
Therefore, he had to be careful.
The hotel owner held the gold card under his armpit and searched for the card machine in a hurry.
"Beep, beep, beep."
The hotel owner keyed in a series of numbers, then placed the gold card on it and passed the card machine to Jiang Cheng.
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