Chapter 511 — Kang Jinglong's Sinister Designs
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He still had no idea how his grandfather was doing. Wu Chengtian was frantic and wanted to go and see for himself, but they would not let him leave, and his impatience began to show.
"I have heard of the Iron Hand Wu family, but there is no proof that you are one of them. And even if you were, don't you have a bank card? Or make a phone call and have someone bring the money over," the waiter said, still neither servile nor overbearing.
"This..." Wu Chengtian was furious. The waiter had spoken politely enough, but he plainly did not believe that Wu Chengtian was of the Iron Hand Wu family — and Wu Chengtian had no way to refute him! Because he did owe them money, and it was only natural for them to doubt him.
Just as he was at a loss for what to do, a figure hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Brother Chentian, what's wrong? Have you run into some trouble?"
It was Kang Jinglong. He had been watching Wu Chengtian all along; though he had said little at the banquet, in his heart he harbored a wish to cultivate ties with the Wu family. At his age, it was impossible for him to curry favor with Wu Gonggao, but he could certainly build a good relationship with Wu Chengtian.
When he saw Wu Chengtian settling the bill and lingering there for so long, it occurred to him that Wu Chengtian might have run into some difficulty. So he first sent the Xiao brothers off with Wang Xinyan, then turned back himself.
Compared with chasing women, tying himself to the Wu family mattered far more. Kang Jinglong was by nature a brooding man, able at all times to restrain his desires and put his own interests and his family's above all else.
"Ha, I left in too much of a hurry earlier and didn't bring any money, so I ran into a bit of trouble settling the bill. I was just thinking of finding one of my underlings to bring the money over!" In front of Kang Jinglong, Wu Chengtian would never admit that he had no money. He was used to putting on airs, and this moment was no exception; he spoke with a great show of swagger.
"Is that so? Then why bother making a call?" Kang Jinglong said with a smile. "Aren't I your underling? How much is it? Brother Chentian, I'll pay it for you!"
Wu Chengtian had not expected Kang Jinglong to say that, and he was instantly moved. He clapped Kang Jinglong on the shoulder and said, "Good, good brother. From now on you'll follow me, Wu Chengtian. Rest assured, I said I'd treat, so how could I let you pay? But you cover it for me first, and I'll pay you back as soon as we're back." "No need to mention it — it's a trifling sum," said Kang Jinglong. He had already seen through him: this Wu Chengtian, though about his own age, was nothing but a spoiled child who had never learned restraint, his whole nature swollen with arrogance and conceit. Without the name of the Iron Hand Wu family, he would be an idiot and nothing more. And that sort of person was the easiest to befriend. Kang Jinglong smiled faintly, having found his direction. "How much altogether?" "Sir, fifteen million yuan in all," the waiter said, his heart greatly eased now that someone had come to pay, though his manner remained respectful.
"Huh? How much?" Kang Jinglong was stunned, and he looked at the waiter with a strange expression. He had assumed that Wu Chengtian really had just forgotten his money, never imagining that Wu Chengtian could not afford the bill — but now it seemed that was exactly the case.
"Sir, the total comes to fifteen million yuan," the waiter repeated, though inwardly he was growing suspicious. These people were all well dressed and looked like men of means — but could they be fakes? Swindlers come to this place to cheat and bluff?
"Fine, run the card," Kang Jinglong said through gritted teeth, taking out his bank card and handing it to the waiter.