Reborn As Lucky Star-Chapter 118 - The Old Sage’s Arrangement
Chapter 118: Chapter 118 The Old Sage’s Arrangement
Hearing Jiang Jingze’s order, the manager didn’t hesitate for a second.
“Okay, I’ll rearrange it for you right now.”
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As the only son of the Jiang Family, Jiang Jingze’s status was basically unquestionable.
Plus, he’d been very opinionated since he was Little Bean’s age, and even his old man often had no way of dealing with him.
Jiang Jingze was led to a quiet corner on the first floor, not because he liked solitude but rather…
Plates clattered to the floor all of a sudden, and Jiang Jingze discovered, with a blank expression, that his cufflinks had snagged the tablecloth.
...
Accidentally pulling on it, everything atop the table had crashed to the ground.
Fortunately, not many people noticed in this corner, so the manager hurried over with a waiter to squat down and tidy up the debris on the floor.
“Young master, are you okay?”
Jiang Jingze touched his nose, “I’m fine…”
He was used to it by now.
People around him probably were used to it too.
Jiang Jingze had always suspected that in his past life he must have been a ruthless bandit, for his bad luck began from the moment he was born.
He was the type whose teeth would get stuck even when drinking water, who could trip and fall into a ditch just by walking on the road.
The fact that he’d lived to this age was all thanks to being born into a good life.
His family was wealthy, his parents were harmonious, and he was an only child.
Some relatives envied him, whispering behind his back that Jiang Jingze was a jinx, yet ironically his dad’s business only grew bigger and everyone in the family was healthy.
Except… he himself was incredibly unlucky.
Because his son was truly extraordinary, Jiang Chengren would worship at temples and kneel before Buddhas he saw.
He didn’t know how much incense money had been scattered away, having had several thousands’ worth of gold statues made for the deities of the Nine Heavens.
Yet still, Jiang Jingze remained unlucky wherever he went, a lifelong jinx.
This nearly pushed Jiang Chengren to become a staunch materialist.
From then on, he turned a blind eye to the monks who came to beg and the Taoist priests who asked for donation money, reporting them to the authorities as scammers whenever encountered.
However, some old man found his way to Jiang Chengren not long ago.
Somehow, this man rekindled Jiang Chengren’s belief and he even offered a hefty sum to keep the old man around.
But that old charlatan said he had no power to change fortunes, leaving behind only a few key pieces of information before drifting off.
Such selfless behavior deeply moved Jiang Chengren, and he treated the old man’s few words as a lifeline, insisting that Jiang Jingze strictly follow them.
The first was that he should eat lunch today on the first floor of their own restaurant.
To avoid any mishaps on the way, Jiang Jingze deliberately rode in the family factory’s truck, arriving at the Four Seas Restaurant with trepidation but, thankfully, safely.
Of course, Jiang Jingze didn’t believe a word from that old fanatic, who looked crazy and unkempt with a big beard, far less convincing than the scammers who had sought handouts from his family in the past.
He looked all around, waiting for the stooge the old charlatan had arranged.
But after a long wait, all he got was dish after dish being served.
Never mind, he might as well eat.
Jiang Jingze, who had always lived by the principle of one less meal at a time, couldn’t be bothered to think too much about it.
On the other side, the Yue Family thoroughly enjoyed their meal; the Four Seas Restaurant lived up to its reputation, with even the homestyle dishes being mouth-wateringly delicious, making one want to swallow their tongue.
Yue Jiannan wiped his mouth, “I thought mom’s cooking was the best, but I didn’t expect there to be someone better out there. This big restaurant really lives up to its name.”
Yue Jiandong casually replied while thinking about how to connect with the management of the restaurant later.
But Yue Qingqing suddenly frowned, “Dad…”
Yue Jiandong quickly looked at his daughter, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I want to… I want to…” Yue Qingqing’s face turned red, struggling to utter the words “go to the bathroom.”
Yue Jiandong understood right away, lifting his daughter from the high chair.
“Jiannan, I’m taking Qingqing to the restroom, you keep eating.”
Yue Jiannan, holding his chopsticks, felt there was something odd about that sentence…
