The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 971 [Is a 0.1 Discount Effective?]

In a high-end club, Xu Hanwen, the eldest young master of the Xu Family, is discussing business with someone.

"Xu, guess who I saw at the Blue Beauty Restaurant in Southeast Asia just now?" A middle-aged man, about forty years old, said mysteriously to Xu Hanwen.

Xu Hanwen slowly raised his head, with a cool demeanor, and asked, "Who did you see?"

"I saw that young guy named Ye; he was dining with a middle-aged man in our restaurant." The man said.

Upon hearing this, Xu Hanwen was startled and curiously asked, "In our restaurant?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, it is our restaurant—that mid-range Blue Beauty Restaurant in Southeast Asia. Although it’s operated by Vietnamese people, it is actually our property."

After listening, Xu Hanwen fell silent, a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

Moments later, Xu Hanwen spoke, "Although I don’t know what your identity is, Ye, you humiliated me and have an ambiguous relationship with the woman I fancy. This, I absolutely cannot tolerate! This is Capital City, I, Xu Hanwen, must let you see my power."

"Inform the restaurant owner to find a way to embarrass that Ye," Xu Hanwen instructed.

"Alright, Xu, I’ll personally go and record the embarrassing moments of that Ye for you to see." The man said obsequiously.

Xu Hanwen nodded with satisfaction: "Hmm, make it as embarrassing as possible. It’s best to blow things up a bit. Video record it for my use."

"Xu, just wait and see, don’t you trust my work?"

The man chuckled sinisterly and then left.

At the Blue Beauty Restaurant in Southeast Asia, Ye Chenfeng and Li Qiuming sat face-to-face.

Li Qiuming is like an old fox; during the conversation, no matter how Ye Chenfeng tried to pry, he couldn’t extract any useful information from him.

"By the way, little Ye, why haven’t you and Qingxue gotten married yet? You’re both no longer young." Li Qiuming posed the question.

Ye Chenfeng wasn’t aware that Li Qiuming already knew his identity, nor did he comprehend the hidden meaning in Li Qiuming’s question: What do you plan to do in Capital City?

Li Qiuming had already regarded Ye Chenfeng as a dangerous figure, so he believed Ye Chenfeng had other motives here, not just accompanying Chu Qingxue.

"Chu Grandpa isn’t anxious, old Li, why are you?" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.

Li Qiuming awkwardly smiled, then advised, "Little Ye, Qingxue is a good girl. I hope you cherish her. After your marriage, living an ordinary life will be everyone’s expectation."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Li Qiuming with a peculiar expression and asked, laughing, "Old Li, what’s up with you?"

"At this moment, we’re putting aside our identities; I’m advising you as an elder." Li Qiuming replied.

"Old Li, why are you acting like such a nag, that’s not you?" Ye Chenfeng laughed.

...

Two hours later, Ye Chenfeng and Li Qiuming were preparing to leave.

After drinking a bit, Ye Chenfeng was entirely unaffected, while Li Qiuming was slightly intoxicated.

Even so, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t extract a single useful sentence from him.

"Waiter, the bill please!" Ye Chenfeng called out.

"Sorry, sir, our POS machine is broken tonight, cash only." Seeing Ye Chenfeng take out a card, the waiter couldn’t help but say.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t think much, nodded, "Alright, cash it is."

"Sir, your tip totals 2,400 tonight; the change has been rounded off."

"Here, 2,400!"

Ye Chenfeng extracted 2,400 in cash from his wallet and handed it to the waiter.

"Old Li, you’re drunk."

Ye Chenfeng and Li Qiuming continued their conversation, not paying attention to the waiter’s presence.

"Sir, I think it’s not 2,400..."

The waiter handed the money back to Ye Chenfeng who counted it again, confirming it was indeed 2,400.

"Sorry, sir, I counted wrong, I apologize." The waiter repeatedly apologized.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t think much of it; after all, counting over twenty notes might cause mistakes.

At this moment, the waiter’s expression became odd. He hesitated for a second before making a strange gesture.

Suddenly, several people appeared from nowhere. Leading them was a sharply dressed man, seemingly a manager, followed by four or five security guards, all Vietnamese, glaring menacingly at Ye Chenfeng.

"Hmm? What’s going on?"

Noticing the commotion, Ye Chenfeng felt something was off.

"Do you have a problem?" Ye Chenfeng asked again.

"Sorry, sir, upon inspection with the counterfeit money detector, all 24 cash notes you gave us are fake." The waiter stated.

"Counterfeit money?"

Hearing this, Li Qiuming instantly sobered up.

"Really?"

Ye Chenfeng pursed his lips, smiling as he asked.

He found it quite funny to be caught in a switch, but also realized he had certainly offended someone who used this chance to set him up.

"Sir, if you don’t believe, have a look yourself!"

The waiter publicly inspected each note again, proving none were genuine bills.

The commotion naturally attracted other diners in the restaurant, who began looking over.

"These days, someone actually uses counterfeit money to dine in a high-end restaurant; isn’t that suicidal?"

Everyone began discussing.

The restaurant owner was highly satisfied with this scenario, nodding quietly.

In the distance, a person filming sneered maliciously, unnoticed by others around him.

"Gentlemen, care to explain what happened? All 2,400 cash are counterfeit!"

The manager, though Vietnamese, spoke fluent Divine Land language.

Ye Chenfeng and Li Qiuming exchanged a knowing glance, both understanding they had landed in trouble, realizing that any explanation was futile.

After Ye Chenfeng handed over the cash to them, it was quickly swapped for fake bills. To ensure Ye Chenfeng left fingerprints on the counterfeit notes, the deliberate miscount by the waiter was staged.

"Hmph, gentlemen, not planning to explain? Just stalling here?" The manager asked with a smile.

The four burly security guards behind him had already prepared to seize Ye Chenfeng and Li Qiuming with just one order from the manager.

"If you continue to remain silent, I will notify the police, and you will have to confess everything then." The manager threatened.

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng suddenly grinned, pulling out twenty-four yuan from his pocket and slamming it down: "Today, I’m giving you 24 yuan, how about a 0.1 discount?"