Chapter 1347 - 1349
Zhao Guangran looked at the bill, and it wasn’t just his heart bleeding—it felt as if it had been completely shattered.
Shattered, just shattered like that.
Holding the bill, Zhao Guangran returned to his seat, "Next time when I earn some more money, we’ll come back here to eat."
"It’s too expensive." If it were possible to turn back time, Zhao Guangran would absolutely go back to two hours earlier and tell himself not to come out to eat.
Even if he did go out to eat, he wouldn’t follow his big brother, otherwise he’d definitely be caught by them.
"You were the one who highly recommended this," Zhao Xuran said, sympathizing with Zhao Guangran a little?
Kidding, this guy was fiercely ordering dishes earlier, if he hadn’t been restrained later, today’s wallet would have been impossible to save.
As a family man, you must always remember not to spend money recklessly, but Zhao Guangran was different.
"Yeah." What could Zhao Guangran say? He definitely couldn’t say that he thought he wouldn’t be paying earlier.
Saying something like that would get him beaten by his big brother, "But the food really was great, wasn’t it?"
Gong Ruini gave a thumbs up, "The food was really excellent."
"Brother Guangran, you work hard and then you can take us out to eat."
Gong Jiaming nodded openly on the side, mooching off the boss’s meal with zero guilt.
Dai Limin didn’t feel he had the same opportunity; maybe he wouldn’t even make it to Japan.
But at this moment, he needed to stand with the majority, "Yeah, the food here is good, let’s come again in the future."
"Plus, I’ll be more cautious. If I had known, I wouldn’t have eaten that bun." Such regret—Dai Limin was truly regretful.
How did he lose his mind enough to eat a bun? Otherwise, he could have eaten so much more, regretting, truly regretting all sorts.
"Ah, you ate a bun." Gong Jiaming really couldn’t understand how Dai Limin was thinking.
"What are you worried about? You can’t possibly be worried there’ll be no one to pay, right?" This was something Gong Jiaming was always confident about, either Zhao Xuran or Zhao Guangran would pay.
"You should know our Brother Guangran is quite something." At least Zhao Guangran absolutely wouldn’t dare not to pay.
"This is New York after all." Although it’s not likely many people would recognize Zhao Guangran, he certainly wouldn’t risk it, given his prideful nature.
Wow, is this guy his brother? He dares to mock him right to his face, "Hey, remember to pay next time."
"Oh." Gong Jiaming agreed without resistance—would there ever be a time Zhao Guangran would make him pay?
"Brother Guangran, you’re such a generous brother." Gong Jiaming showered flattering compliments on Zhao Guangran.
His brother loves listening to nice things.
Hmph, this is so insincere, "Fake, too fake." Despite saying this, his improved attitude showed Gong Jiaming that his words pleased someone greatly.
Just one sentence could make Zhao Guangran happy? Can’t be.
Dai Limin originally thought there was nothing new Zhao Guangran hadn’t heard, just one simple sentence, would it really make Zhao Guangran happy?
Contrary to expectations, reality hit hard, "Guangran, you really are a generous brother, Second Brother is right."
Habitually, Dai Limin picked up his glass wanting to toast Dai Limin, but seeing it was a soft drink, he paused awkwardly.
"If it’s alcohol, less drinking is better; too much isn’t good for health and it disrupts business." Zhao Guangran wasn’t particularly fond of drinking.
Especially in China where many things are handled over meals and drinks, it meant getting drunk was inevitable.
If someone else had said this—whether it was the old man, the uncle, the father, any of them—even if it were Big Brother Dai Lidong, he might not listen.
From Dai Limin’s perspective, not drinking and accomplishing things? Absolutely no way.
Unexpectedly, in the United States, seeing Second Brother busy with the company, hiring people, attracting investments—none involved social drinking, all conducted by the book.
Looking at Zhao Guangran too, after years in the United States, he drank plenty, but mostly at friends’ and classmates’ parties, purely relaxing.
"Not drinking is good; at least the body isn’t so frail." Only then did Dai Limin realize, despite his busy days, his body hadn’t collapsed, but supported him well.
"Yeah, excess of wine, women, money, and pride are damaging to the health." See, his words were quite reasonable. Even if Dai Limin was historically rebellious, even some casual advice could sway him.
Consuming excessive wine, women, money, and pride affects health? Gong Ruini looked at the earnest, insightful Zhao Guangran, barely able to suppress her laughter, "Yes, certain people should remember that."
To someone less familiar with Zhao Guangran, his words could be convincing, but could they really sway Dai Limin?
Truly, Zhao Guangran’s brazen confidence stunned Dai Limin, although he had heard from Gong Ruini how thick-skinned Zhao Guangran could be, unbelievably self-assured.
But no one expected Zhao Guangran could be this outrageously thick-skinned.
"I’ve nothing against learning from someone; learning from you, Guangran, is enough." Of course, if he could manage like Zhao Guangran, leading a respectable life, it would be quite an achievement.
Dai Limin imagined going out, followed by quite a retinue, becoming increasingly excited.
"Learning from me, huh? In what way?" Zhao Guangran disregarded Gong Ruini’s possible intent to say he hadn’t achieved it himself, wondering how he’d have the face to advise others.
"Learn how to make money like you." Naturally, if he could revel with foreign girls like Zhao Guangran, even better.
Although these days, Zhao Guangran spent much of his time at home studying materials, that didn’t stop him from taking calls.
Many calls came from women to Zhao Guangran; even though Dai Limin’s English vocabulary was limited, he could sense a thing or two from Zhao Guangran’s oily expression.
Especially amidst the sparse English terms, he picked up on some meaning.
If Zhao Guangran weren’t busy these days, lacking time to go out, he’d probably have gone out to play already.
Dai Limin envied Zhao Guangran; while being quite the player domestically, he hadn’t stepped out of line—if anything, he enjoyed some verbal advantages.
But Zhao Guangran was different, not only was he talkative, but physically too.
"Indeed, it’s crucial to learn how I make money." Zhao Guangran threw a smug expression at Gong Ruini—see, didn’t they say earlier he couldn’t guide anyone well?
But now look, hasn’t he groomed quite a decent apprentice, motivating others to earn diligently?
"A man can’t do without money."
"With money, a man stands tall."
"Eventually, he’ll have it all." Dai Limin’s envious gaze lifted Zhao Guangran’s mood immensely.
Feeling buoyant, Zhao Guangran didn’t hesitate to sling an arm around Dai Limin.
Gong Jiaming sped away from the two, letting them go crazy—he surely wouldn’t join their madness.