Chapter 738 — A Slip of the Tongue
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"Auntie, so how about it? Are you satisfied with the place?" Fatty Lai asked as Mother Tang came over.
"Satisfied, very satisfied! Little Lai, you really are a fine friend to our Xiaoyi!" Mother Tang praised.
"Haha, hearing you say that, Auntie, I'm overwhelmed!" Fatty Lai laughed. "It's about noon anyway — how about I treat everyone to a meal?"
Manager Wang was even more astonished. President Lai had knocked so much off the price and helped them out so enormously — if Wei Zhao didn't stand him a meal, that would already be one thing, but here Lai was volunteering to treat them? These people really were no ordinary bunch!
"How could we let you do that? I should be the one treating you!" Stingy as Mother Tang was, she knew Fatty Lai had helped a great deal today, so she said hurriedly, "As it happens, I have a few things I'd like to ask you about."
"No problem at all. Let's find a restaurant nearby first and talk it over!" Fatty Lai nodded.
The four of them left the sales office together. Mother Tang carefully put the contract away. This was several hundred thousand — close to a million! Never in her life had she spent so much money in one go. Along with the excitement, she couldn't quite shake a sense of unease; it all felt somehow unreal.
"Shall we take my car?" Fatty Lai was driving an Audi Q7 SUV today.
"No need, I drove here too!" Wei Zhao pointed at his beat-up van.
Mother Tang actually rather wanted to ride in Fatty Lai's luxury car, but seeing Wei Zhao say otherwise, she could only give it up — though she was still a little envious inside.
Fatty Lai, for his part, didn't turn his nose up at it at all; he got straight into Wei Zhao's battered van and sat in the back with Mother Tang, leaving the passenger seat for Tang Zhi.
Wei Zhao pulled out and asked, "Where shall we eat?"
"How about here?" Fatty Lai picked a restaurant that looked decent enough. At this hour, going too far wasn't practical anyway.
Wei Zhao glanced at the restaurant entrance and saw that the BMW he had stepped on earlier was parked there too. He didn't mind, though — surely he wasn't going to skip lunch just because that fellow happened to be around? Besides, Wei Zhao wasn't afraid of him in the least.
Fatty Lai and Wei Zhao and the others walked into the restaurant together. Fatty Lai didn't notice the balding President Wu and his little darling Xiaoli — after all, they were just two nobodies, beneath Fatty Lai's notice entirely.
Mother Tang, too, was too busy rejoicing to notice, but Tang Zhi did spot the balding President Wu and his little darling sitting at a table on the left side of the main hall.
"Wei Zhao, that President Wu or whatever is eating here too? Isn't it a bit awkward for us to come here?" Tang Zhi hesitated. After all, her family had more or less taken a twenty-five percent discount off the man, and running into him like this was bound to feel uncomfortable.
"Oh? Then I suppose I should tell him to get lost, so he doesn't ruin my girlfriend's mood." Wei Zhao smiled.
"Oh, stop it — why are you so overbearing?" Tang Zhi was thoroughly flustered.
"Ha, then we'll just ignore him." Wei Zhao shook his head.
Fatty Lai asked the waiter for a private room. Four people hardly needed a room of their own, really, but Fatty Lai felt that when treating guests, one ought to do it properly.
Once they were seated in the room, since Fatty Lai was the host, he ordered a few signature dishes first, then handed the menu to Mother Tang and Tang Zhi. "Auntie, sister-in-law... er, Miss Tang, why don't you see what you'd like to eat?"
Fatty Lai had let his tongue slip. Fortunately his wits were quick — seeing that Mother Tang didn't seem to have noticed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Isn't this enough? There are only four of us — we can't possibly eat all that, can we?" Mother Tang looked over what Fatty Lai had ordered. They were all signature dishes of the house, and there was already plenty.