Chapter 89: Hello, Mr. Chu
Chu Feng turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a suit with a large potbelly.
But he didn’t recognize the man at all; he’d never seen him before.
"Hm? And you are? Do we know each other?" Chu Feng asked, confused.
"Mr. Chu, it’s like this. I’ve seen you with Sixth Master before, but you probably don’t remember me," the potbellied man said.
"Oh." Chu Feng nodded.
’That would make sense.’ Every time he met with Zhao Liu, there were always people around whom Chu Feng didn’t know.
"Are you here to have dinner with a friend, Mr. Chu?" the man asked again.
"Yes, but I’m not sure if there are any private rooms left," Chu Feng said.
"Yes, yes, of course! This way, please, Mr. Chu," the potbellied man said politely.
This left Chu Feng completely stunned and bewildered. ’What’s going on?’
Gao Feng wore the same expression.
"Mr. Chu, I’m the person in charge of the Beihai Hotel. My name is Hu Biao," Hu Biao explained.
Chu Feng had no idea that the Beihai Hotel was actually one of Zhao Liu’s properties, which meant it belonged to the Zhao Family.
Although Zhao Liu controlled Beihai’s transportation sector, he was secretly involved in many other industries: hotels, real estate, technology, and so on.
"Oh? In that case, thank you, President Hu," Chu Feng said.
"You’re too kind, Mr. Chu. You’re a friend of Sixth Master’s, so this is the least I can do." Hu Biao led Chu Feng and Gao Feng to a luxurious private room.
The moment the door to the private room opened, Gao Feng was dumbstruck.
It was too luxurious. The room was huge, looking to be over a hundred square meters.
"Mr. Chu, please have a seat. I’ll go arrange for the food to be served," Hu Biao said respectfully.
The reason he was so polite to Chu Feng was that he had seen even Sixth Master treat Chu Feng with great respect—and on more than one occasion.
How many people who made it to his position weren’t shrewd? If you couldn’t even read a situation like this and act accordingly, you had no business being in this line of work.
He had also secretly asked around about Chu Feng’s identity and learned that Chu Feng’s father-in-law was the head of Beihai City’s Su Group, Su Linsheng.
Even without the connection to Sixth Master, just being Su Linsheng’s son-in-law was more than enough reason to receive special treatment at the Beihai Hotel.
"This... how much would a meal here even cost?" Gao Feng swallowed, a little scared.
Hearing this, Hu Biao chuckled and said, "Sir, you don’t need to worry about that. Mr. Chu is a friend of our Sixth Master. How could we possibly charge him?"
’The people who are brought here to dine are all either rich or noble—people with status. How could I possibly charge them?’
Hu Biao left the private room to arrange Chu Feng’s meal.
"This... You madman, what’s going on? Are you good friends with that guy? Damn, you’re doing this well for yourself and you kept it from me!" Gao Feng said to Chu Feng after Hu Biao had left.
"I don’t even know him. And since when is being a security guard ’doing well’?" Chu Feng said, a bit helplessly.
In truth, Chu Feng wasn’t worried no matter where he went anymore. How could he be short on money? His father-in-law gave him money, his wife gave him money... between the cash on his various cards and the funds in his mobile wallet, he had tens of millions.
"Is it because of your wife, then? Is she really rich?" Gao Feng asked after sitting down.
He noticed that even the chairs were genuine leather, with exquisite craftsmanship. The price of a single chair alone was probably terrifying.
"Her? I guess she’s not that rich," Chu Feng said.
After seeing so many truly wealthy people, he honestly didn’t think his wife was that rich anymore.
"You madman, you’ve never wanted to talk about your wife. Don’t tell me you found yourself some old rich cougar? Like, a ninety-year-old? One foot in the grave?" Gao Feng asked curiously.
"..." A dark look crossed Chu Feng’s face.
"You’re overthinking it. Have you ever heard of the Su Group?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Su Group? Of course I’ve heard of it! My little operation’s main business is doing jobs for the Su Group right now. We’re just too small to take on many orders. Even getting that much business cost me a few near-cases of stomach-bleeding from drinking," Gao Feng said.
"Wait, the Su Group! You’re not about to tell me that your wife is the General Manager of the Su Group, are you? Su Miaoke?" Gao Feng was suddenly shocked, his eyes widening as he stared at Chu Feng.
"You already guessed it, so why are you asking me?" Chu Feng spread his hands, speaking helplessly.
"Holy shit! You madman!" Gao Feng immediately lunged at Chu Feng, hugging him tightly.
"You madman! After all our years of friendship, you have to put in a good word for me, get the Su Group to give us some decent orders, right? You’ve gotta let me get a piece of the action!" Gao Feng said.
Chu Feng quickly pushed Gao Feng away. "Keep your hands to yourself. We can talk about anything else."
"But even if I got you the orders, could your company even handle them? The Su Group’s orders are pretty substantial," Chu Feng said.
"You madman, you don’t get it! As long as I have stable, consistent orders, I’ll have the capital to expand production. It wouldn’t take long to get bigger and bigger," Gao Feng said excitedly.
Before long, a waiter began serving the food.
It had to be said, Hu Biao knew how to make arrangements.
Every dish brought out was something neither Chu Feng nor Gao Feng had ever seen before.
The liquor was also at least fifty-year-old National Cellar, and this meal would easily cost several hundred thousand.
Chu Feng hadn’t seen his old classmate in many years, and once they started drinking, it was as if they had endless things to say.
After drinking for over an hour, both of them were pretty buzzed and drunk.
Before long, Chu Feng’s phone rang.
It was Su Miaoke.
"Whose call is that? Your wife’s?" Gao Feng was a bit drunk, but his mind was still relatively clear.
"Yeah." Chu Feng nodded, then answered the call.
"Honey, what time is it? Aren’t you two done drinking yet? How much longer until you’re home?" Su Miaoke asked from the other end of the line.
"Soon. We’re about done drinking. I’m heading back now," Chu Feng said. He was also a bit drunk, and his speech was slightly slurred.
"From the sound of your voice, you must have had a lot to drink. Wait for me, I’m on my way," Su Miaoke said.
She hung up.
Gao Feng looked at his old classmate, Chu Feng, with a face full of envy.
"Sigh, brother, you really hit the jackpot. You married such a great wife—she’s rich, and she cares about you. Meanwhile, I’m still just a lonely single guy!" Gao Feng said with great exasperation.
"You need to find someone. Hurry up and look, you’re almost thirty. If you don’t find someone soon, all the good ones will be taken," Chu Feng said.
"Sigh, you madman, you think I don’t want to? My heart is willing but I just don’t have the energy. My career is just getting started, how can I have the headspace to look for a partner? With an unstable career, for a guy from the countryside like me... don’t even get me started on how hard it is to find a wife."
Gao Feng said with a look of helplessness, lamenting the endless bitterness of life.