Chapter 62

Very big opinion!

The rich second generation gritted his teeth and said angrily, "order the most expensive? Did you deliberately? Just look at me?"

Zhang Zheng made an innocent expression and said, "I didn't, ah Jie. Do you think so? We often come to this point."

The waiter was forced to add a Jie's identity, but he still said, "yes, brother Zhang... And his friends often come here for dinner and order the same food."

"And it's all my brother Qiang's treat, isn't it?"

The waiter then nodded, "yes."

Zhang Zheng secretly gave the waiter a thumbs up and decided to give him a promotion and a raise when he turned back. This ability to respond and adapt to circumstances is really a waste of talent to be a waiter.

The waiter had a cold sweat behind his back and a fog in his head. He didn't know what the situation was. Anyway, he was right to follow the boss.

Look at what the waiter said. The rich second generation was skeptical, but he believed it.

"Don't look at the menu. Just serve as usual." Zhang Zheng winked at the waiter.

The waiter nodded, quietly took the menu and went to the back kitchen.

"Make the dishes more expensive." the waiter sighed. "The more expensive the boss asks, the better. Also, where is a color printer nearby?"

After doing a good job, Zhang Zheng began to talk to Wang Qiang about his family. He just asked what had happened in the school, or which new teacher came and gave him a nickname.

Looking at their natural appearance, the rich second generation is suspicious. Do they really come often?

After a while, three steaks came up.

The waiter said, "please take your time."

A steak is the size of a fist. It looks very appetizing.

The rich second generation cut a piece and his face changed as soon as he put it in his mouth: "what's this?"

Zhang Zheng also took a bite and said, "watermelon steak, what's the problem?"

Wang Qiang was not used to this kind of thing, but he still took two bites. The taste was surprisingly good. The steak fried with watermelon was really like that.

The rich second generation turned green: "what!"

Attendant calm way: "Michelin 3-star chef's work, a one thousand."

"How much?" the rich second generation's eyes would stare out, "say it again!"

"A thousand."

Three is three thousand.

Before the rich second generation questioned, the waiter directly stuffed the menu, and the newly printed one was still hot.

Looking at the above string of vegetable prices with at least four digits, the rich second generation feels a snack colic.

Zhang zhengle is dead.

Xu Zihan can't work normally for the time being because she is busy with her mother's affairs, but Zhang Zheng takes her to dinner on time every day. The reason is very simple. Xu Zihan looks too thin and feels like a bamboo pole.

In fact, neither of them is used to eating too fine things. However, since the shop is owned by Zhang Zheng, they come frequently. Zhang Zheng remembers the vegetable price. Of course, he knows whether the waiter is killing him.

Just this watermelon steak is only 500. The menu is newly printed. There is no dessert, appetizer or soup. It's all expensive.

The rich second generation looked at the menu really like this. They could only bite their teeth and let them serve.

Then there are 351 small pieces of caviar, 760 king crab legs, 301 bowls of curry rice and many plates of Longyin strawberries.

Chef is Michelin 3-star, this is not a lie, it is Zhang Zheng, please come back to think of your own taste, and do not think it will be sold to the guests. After all, it is really too expensive, but today just happens, a big head is standing here, suddenly feel the chef's money is not white.

Longyin strawberry is 800, sour and sweet. It's delicious. Lin Lili likes it very much. She even ate several.

Zhang Zheng immediately waved: "another disc!"

In other stores, it is estimated that the cook will quit, but Zhang Zheng's salary is high, and the cook is happy to serve him.

The rich second generation stretched out his hand and stopped: "did you do it on purpose?"

This meal is about to hit tens of thousands. Zhang Zheng wants this expensive and unknown thing.

Zhang Zheng said innocently, "but before, brother Qiang always wanted to order whatever he wanted."

The rich second generation almost didn't take it back: "such a person? Can you afford it? What's wrong with you! Whoever likes to invite this meal! I won't go!"

"Are you playing rogue?" Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

The rich second generation snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Wang Qiang was at a loss.

At this time, he suddenly felt that someone had touched his leg, and a card was directly stuffed over.

Wang Qiang understood, handed the card naturally to the waiter and said, "I'll come."

The waiter nodded and brought the POS machine to brush face to face.

The payment of 60000 yuan was displayed in the font. The waiter returned the card without blushing and jumping. "Sir, you have spent a total of 56700 yuan. According to your usual habits, you have rounded up and handed over the money to the cook as a tip."

With that, the waiter turned and left, then quietly transferred the money to the manager's account and asked the manager to return it to Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng was happy when he saw the news.

The waiter is really smart and has enough face.

The rich second generation is completely speechless.

Can you invite 60000 people out for a meal and give them more than 3000 tips?

"Lili, let's go back to school." Wang Qiang felt much better when he saw that the rich second generation was flat.

"I'll give it to you." the rich second generation suddenly came to spirit. "I asked the housekeeper to drive the Ferrari. That's a birthday gift from my father."

More money than cars.

Zhang Zheng looked distressed: "Ferrari... Is very expensive. I remember brother Qiang's car seems to be Audi R8?"

The rich second generation immediately felt that face had come back.

"Brother Qiang, call the car."

Wang Qiang nodded and bowed his head to play with his mobile phone, making a look of sending messages.

Anyway, Zhang Zheng is sure to give himself a surprise, so he won't worry about it.

After a while, Zhang Zheng glanced at his mobile phone and asked Wang Qiang, "what time is it, is it?"

Wang Qiang nodded with a special heart: "when you arrive, it's downstairs."

It happened that the windows here were floor to ceiling windows. The rich second generation immediately got up and looked. The sarcastic words stuck in his throat: "this kind of garbage truck? Just..."

The cars downstairs are indeed Audi R8, eight. They have stopped for a whole street. Next to each car, there is a driver standing respectfully.

The rich second generation suddenly forgot to breathe and his scalp was numb.

This... What's the situation?

"What's the matter?" Zhang Zheng smiled and looked at him with his chin. "It's good-looking. I think it's good-looking. Brother Qiang gave me and Lili a car. Hey, don't you want to chase Lili? Why don't you give her a car? You can't even afford this money."