This kind of explanation fell on Lin Mubai’s ears, and he was not satisfied. He slapped the bar counter directly and shouted harshly: "Immediately call Rocky back now."
The bar staff hurriedly explained in fear: "Sorry, Mr. Lin, we don’t know Mr. Rocky’s phone number. He usually comes to the store on his own."
"Then when is he coming." Lin Mubai found himself becoming less patient.
The bar staff continued to shake his head and explain: "Sorry, Mr. Lin, this is unclear. Mr. Rocky comes to the store at irregular times. Sometimes he’s here every day, sometimes you can’t see him for weeks."
As Lin Mubai’s expression became darker, Han Xiayang leaned over and said: "Well, someone in the store must know Mr. Rocky’s phone number."
"Okay, please wait a moment, I’ll contact the manager immediately." The wedding guests today were all wealthy or noble, and this Young Master Lin in front of him was even more famous. The bar staff dared not easily offend him and quickly dialed the manager’s number.
Soon, a man who looked only in his thirties came to the hall with neither humble nor arrogant attitude: "Everyone, is there anything I can help with?"
Everyone was quietly assessing this man, simultaneously wondering: "The ’Champs Elysees’ is indeed extraordinary, even a manager carries such an aura."
Unconsciously, they became more curious about An Nan’s situation. What kind of identity does she have to open such a club in B City, and people have found that she is the hidden owner behind it. Her identity is really suspicious; it’s just that this group are seasoned figures in B City. They know all sorts of people with a bit of status, yet they’ve never heard of the name An Nan.
Lin Mubai’s cold gaze fell on the face of the man who seemed honest and straightforward, directly ordering in a similar tone: "Call Manager Luo immediately. I have something to discuss with him."
"Sorry, Mr. Lin, Mr. Luo told us before leaving that he won’t be turning on his phone recently. I can handle anything if needed."
The implication was: "If you have anything, feel free to discuss it with me."
Instantly, Lin Mubai’s cold expression became even colder, making the people around him nervous and frightened. Yet the man in front of him still maintained an honest and straightforward face. It was evident that Young Master Lin came to make trouble tonight.
He directly pulled out a bank card and tossed it onto the bar counter: "Settle the bill."
The bar staff looked at their manager with a face full of difficulty, while the latter, with a serene smile, instructed them: "Well, then help Young Master Lin settle the bill. The boss instructed that if Miss Xi and Mr. Zuo settle, it can be at cost price. If someone else insists on settling, then calculate all the costs, not missing a single cent."
Amid everyone’s astonishment, the bar staff with a face full of difficulty said to a cold-faced Young Master Lin: "Sorry, Young Master Lin, it seems your card balance isn’t enough."
Having dealt with similar situations before, Lan Xinxixi quickly approached the bar, holding out her hand. The staff smartly handed the bill to her.
Upon seeing the bill, Lan Xinxixi, without hesitation, promptly cursed: "Damn scam of a bill."
PS: Andy had things to do in the evening, just got around to writing now. Chapters fırst released on novelꞁire.net