Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 257: Please Look at the Shape of My Mouth_1

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Please Look at the Shape of My Mouth_1

Hao Jianwen held his nose high, his face full of pride, as if he were introducing his own father.

Xiao Ming’s smile deepened a few shades.

Coincidence? He would never believe it even if someone beat him to death.

It seemed the vice-chairman had something to say, and judging by Hao Jianwen’s attitude, it was highly likely he was about to deliver a lecture or a threat.

"Well, it’s indeed a big opportunity, a rare one, I should meet with them."

After nodding, Xiao Ming then said to Yang Hanqing, "You and Li go to the private room first, don’t let the guests we invited come for nothing. If I come back late, please entertain them well on my behalf."

"You don’t want Li to stay with you? I can handle it alone." Yang Hanqing’s demeanor was gentle and obedient.

"No. In unfamiliar places, you are more valuable than me."

Having said that, Xiao Ming looked at Hao Jianwen, "Mr. Hao, please lead the way."

Hao Jianwen huffed and turned towards the elevator.

On the third floor, Lu Lichun had just come out of a private room.

Having had a few too many drinks, she felt somewhat dizzy and went to the window at the corner to get some fresh air and to smoke a cigarette in the meantime.

Jingcheng Restaurant was the property of the Lu Family, and with her status, she certainly didn’t need to come every day and entertain guests.

But today was different, as the guests in that private room were her husband’s colleagues. She didn’t need to flatter them, but the necessary courtesies could not be omitted.

All being from military backgrounds, they drank alcohol like water. In just the time it took to greet them cordially, they had already downed three or four liang of baijiu without eating a single bite of food.

"A bunch of beasts!"

Feeling another wave of nausea in her stomach, Lu Lichun muttered lowly. She was about to go back to her office when she saw the elevator door open not far away, and two people came out.

Was that... Xiao Ming?

Lu Lichun’s eyes suddenly brightened, and she instinctively moved to greet him, but then hesitated, hid herself by the corner, and only after Xiao Ming’s figure disappeared into a private room did she hurry towards her office.

The private room wasn’t large, but the decor was extravagant, in the French Rococo style, paired with Chinese-style round tables and dishes, an ostentatious blend.

Seven people were seated at the round table, six middle-aged and elderly, their gazes filled with contempt, and the remaining one, a young man, had a face full of anger.

"Sir Dong!" Hao Jianwen bowed to Dong Jingyi, who was at the head of the table, "Gentlemen, I have brought the person."

"Hmm," Dong Jingyi responded indifferently, "Well done, you may leave now."

"Great! I’ll be downstairs; if there’s anything you need, just command."

Hao Jianwen, like a fawning lackey, bowed out of the private room with nods and bows.

"Mr. Xiao, they say seeing is believing, and indeed you are a person of outstanding appearance."

Dong Jingyi said with a smile and gestured to the empty seat at the bottom of the table, "Please have a seat."

"You flatter me, Sir Dong!"

Xiao Ming only responded with these four words before sitting down nonchalantly, as if he very much approved of being called a person of outstanding appearance.

"These youngsters nowadays, not to mention respecting their elders, they don’t even have basic family education." A chubby middle-aged man sneered coldly.

Xiao Ming looked at the empty table before him and said with a smile to the middle-aged man, "Could you kindly bring me a set of bowl and utensils, sir?"

The chubby man slammed the table: "How dare you order me around?"

Xiao Ming looked innocent and surprised, "Isn’t preparing utensils for guests the most basic form of home training?

After all this time, it turns out you don’t have any either!"

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"Clever."

Dong Jingyi stopped the chubby man before he could erupt and gestured to the waitstaff of the private room, who hurriedly brought out a set of utensils for Xiao Ming and placed them before him.

Xiao Ming then pointed at the porcelain bowl in front of each person and asked, "What’s that?"

"That’s the Golden Soup Blood Swallow’s Nest, sir."

"Sounds good, bring me a cup too."

The waiter looked at Dong Jingyi, who narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

"Mr. Xiao, I heard that your company’s license has been down for a few days now, how is business going?" he asked.

"Hah! Don’t even mention it, I’m completely in the dark, haven’t even opened for business yet!" Xiao Ming said casually, "It’s strange, you know, I run an investment company, specifically here to give money away, and yet the business can be so dead. It’s like seeing a ghost.

Could it be that all the enterprises in Lingnan are so well-off that they don’t need money?"

"Please! As if you’re loaded with cash," the young man said with a sneer as he spat out a melon seed shell, his tone mocking, "While it’s true that not every enterprise in Lingnan is rolling in money, the ordinary small doors and households really look down on us, can’t afford to lose that face."

Xiao Ming’s gaze shifted to him, "This gentleman’s voice is very familiar, was the Cantonese I used over the phone today accurate?"

The youth was of course Dong Jingyi’s son Dong Chenghua, who, upon hearing him bring up the insulting words again, immediately darkened his face.

But it was currently a critical time for the Chamber of Commerce chairman election, and he knew he couldn’t start a fight no matter what. If he were to get a reputation for bullying outsiders, his father’s election would be doomed.

"It’s not so strange for business to be cold," Dong Jingyi spoke up, "Perhaps Mr. Xiao is investing out of town for the first time and isn’t quite accustomed to it. Actually, the trick is very simple.

As long as you abide by the local business rules and respect your elders, the business will naturally come knocking at your door."

"Oh, is that so? Then I must ask for guidance from Vice President Dong," Xiao Ming deliberately enunciated the word "Vice" very clearly, "What are the local business rules here in Lingnan then?"

Dong Jingyi’s eyebrows twitched once, and he said indifferently, "Four words: Know your place, follow the crowd."

"Whose place do we know? Whose crowd do we follow?"

"Understand everyone’s concerns, follow the elders’ crowd."

"Hmm, I see."

Xiao Ming nodded, "So in plain words, it’s just two characters: Obey.

Whatever the elders do, I do; whatever the elders say not to do, I must not do.

If there’s a new business opportunity, I cannot rush forward first. I must wait for the elders to have their fill, and only then at the back can I pick up some scraps to taste.

Otherwise, it’s disrespect, lack of understanding, and failing to consider the elders’ presence, deserving of everyone’s censure.

Vice President Dong, is that what you mean?"

"Although it’s a bit extreme, you do have good comprehension."

Dong Jingyi wore a look of ’the pupil who can be taught,’ condescendingly high above.

Xiao Ming smiled, "Vice President Dong, I learned another sentence of Cantonese today, shall I say it for you to hear?"

Dong Chenghua immediately widened his eyes, thinking that this damn fool wouldn’t really dare to curse his father in public, right?

Dong Jingyi was also full of suspicion, but before Xiao Ming swore, it wouldn’t be appropriate to lash out, and he couldn’t say he wouldn’t listen, contorting his old face uncomfortably.

"Cough, you... give it a try," he could only express his attitude with a threatening look in his eyes.

Xiao Ming, however, ignored it, pointing to his mouth, "Everyone, watch my lip shape: I, top, your, lung, ah!"

Everyone was startled, Dong Jingyi’s complexion turned the color of iron, and Dong Chenghua was so frustrated he slapped the table and stood up.

"Damn! Are you looking for death?"

The others, having realized, started to criticize Xiao Ming one after another, the chubby man named Talented being the most agitated, his spittle flying.

It was a shame that Xiao Ming, in his past life, was fluent in seven or eight foreign languages but was not good at various local dialects, especially Cantonese where he only knew those two swear words.

He felt like those in front of him were babbling like pond frogs, completely talking past each other.

In the midst of the chaos, there was a knock on the door of the private room, followed by an attractive woman in a suit leading a waiter in.

The room quieted down at once, to see her bending slightly at the waist, then smiling and saying, "Good evening to all esteemed guests!

I am the manager of this private room, and at the instruction of our boss, I am here to offer a bottle of poor wine to our esteemed guests as a small token of our sincerity."