Chapter 327: Chapter 327 - Underestimated
The manager shook his head and said, "I’m sorry, it is indeed our fault."
I frowned, about to leave with Victor Green when the waiter behind us muttered quietly, "Just saving you some face, do we really have to spell it out that some big shot took your seats?"
Although the voice was very low, it still reached my ears.
My face turned cold, and I said icily, "What kind of big shot? Call them out and let me see."
Upon hearing this, the manager’s face changed slightly.
He hurriedly explained, "There’s no big shot, he’s just talking nonsense. Don’t mind it."
"Then show me the reservation list." I said coldly.
Seeing this, the manager was also getting impatient.
He said in an unfriendly tone, "I’m giving you a way out, why don’t you know how to take it? Fine, I’ll tell you, someone did take your seats, what about it?"
"You motherfucker!" Victor Green suddenly became furious and grabbed the manager by the collar.
The manager sneered, "The person is a big boss from Shiglance City and took a liking to your seats. If you’re not convinced, go get them back yourself. What’s the point in getting aggressive with me?"
"A big boss from Shiglance City? How big of a boss?" I asked coldly.
The manager pointed at the window with his chin and said, "That person is the boss of Brilliant Real Estate. It’s a big company in Shiglance City. It’s just a seat, don’t cause yourself trouble during the holiday."
I glanced over and saw that there was no one at the table.
"I’m quite curious to meet this overbearing boss." I snorted coldly.
Then I took Victor Green and sat down at table three.
"Manager, what... what should we do now?" The waiter asked, frowning.
The manager waved his hand and said, "Anyway, we’ve already conveyed the message. The rest is up to them."
The waiter muttered under his breath, "Really overestimating themselves. Let’s see what they do when those people arrive."
...
Victor Green and I sat at the table, waiting quietly.
About ten minutes later, seven or eight people walked toward table three.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.
He was wearing all designer clothing, with a Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, indicating his extraordinary identity.
As the man quickly approached my side, he started to speak, but then his gaze fell on Victor Green.
"Victor Green?" The man looked at Victor, his eyes flashing with surprise.
When Victor saw the man, his face showed a bit of embarrassment.
"Juan Diaz? What are you doing here?" Victor asked with an awkward smile.
The man called Juan Diaz sneered, "Don’t you know? My wife is from River City. As for you, a mere henchman, why aren’t you following your boss and come here instead?"
Victor looked a bit embarrassed, as if he didn’t know what to say.
"You know each other?" I asked.
Before Victor could answer, Juan Diaz sneered, "Of course, we’re old classmates."
My brows furrowed slightly, and from the two men’s conversation, I could tell that Juan Diaz seemed to be hostile toward Victor.
"Mr. Raymond, let’s go somewhere else." Victor Green tugged at my arm and said.
"Why change places? We’re classmates, so let’s just sit together." Juan Diaz said with a faint smile.
Victor remained silent and turned to leave.
But I grabbed him by the arm and said indifferently, "This seat was originally ours, why should we leave?"
Juan Diaz glanced at me and sneered, "What’s your relationship with Victor Green?"
"Friends." I said indifferently.
"Hehe, trashy friends are indeed trash." Juan Diaz sneered.
Victor Green quickly got up and said, "Juan Diaz, this is Mr. Raymond, you better speak politely."
"Mr. Raymond? What kind of Mr. Raymond? What business does he do? A big boss?" Juan Diaz sarcastically said.
Victor Green opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn’t know how to introduce me.
"I’m not a big boss, just an ordinary person." At this time, I said with a faint smile.
Juan Diaz snorted coldly, seeming uninterested in dealing with me.
He waved his hand, and his family and friends came to the table and sat down.
I pulled on Victor Green’s arm and said, "Why do you seem so afraid of him?"
Victor Green forced a smile: "I’m not afraid of him; I just don’t want to argue with him."
"Oh, so you’re scared of arguing too?" I jokingly said.
Victor Green sighed and remained silent.
At this time, a woman stared at Victor Green and asked, "Juan, who is this guy?"
Juan Diaz glanced at Victor Green and casually said, "One of my classmates."
"Also in business?" the woman continued to ask.
Juan Diaz sneered, "Him? He’s just a security guard."
Hearing this, everyone at the table said one after another, "A security guard dares to sit here? Bad luck, get him out of here."
However, Juan Diaz pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Hey, after all, he’s my classmate. Let him sit here."
The conversation between the two sides inevitably made me somewhat unhappy.
I looked at Juan Diaz coldly and said, "I wonder what kind of business Mr. Diaz is in?"
Hearing this, Juan Diaz said with some pride, "Just doing some small business, developing real estate, making tens of millions a year, it’s nothing."
I touched my chin and nodded, "Yes, tens of millions are indeed insignificant."
Juan Diaz’s face changed slightly, and he couldn’t help but feel angry.
You take me seriously when I’m being modest?
"Yeah, I can’t compare to a security guard. Security guards are so awesome." Juan Diaz sarcastically said.
"How did you meet Victor Green? Are you colleagues? Are you also a security guard?" Juan Diaz turned his head to me.
I said lightly, "As I said, I am an ordinary person, a freelancer."
"Oh, so you’re an unemployed vagrant?" Juan Diaz sneered.
"How about coming to our company after the New Year? Our company needs security guards. I’ll give you three thousand a month. How about it?" Juan Diaz smirked.
At this time, Victor Green scolded, "Juan Diaz, enough! Mr. Raymond is not someone we can compare with!"
"Humph! What a brag." Juan Diaz snorted coldly.
I didn’t bother to argue with Juan Diaz, having seen too many nouveau riche like him.
Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten o’clock in the evening.
The New Year’s Eve dinner had ended, and the crowd was somewhat quieter.
At this moment, someone suddenly entered the hotel with generous gifts.
He went straight to my table and then looked at Juan Diaz.
"Mr. Diaz, Happy New Year. I’ve prepared a little gift for you; you must accept it." The man stood in front of Juan Diaz, speaking respectfully.
Juan Diaz glanced at me with some pride, then waved his hand, "Why are you giving gifts? You’re too polite."
"I should, I should. Mr. Diaz, I’ll need your help after the New Year." The man smiled sheepishly.
Juan Diaz waved his hand and said, "Okay, I got it. You can go."
After the man left, Juan Diaz looked at me triumphantly and sarcastically said, "Victor Green said you were somebody important. How come nobody has come to pay you a New Year’s visit during the New Year?"
"Maybe it’s not time yet." I casually said.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and thought, "Conrad Schroeder and Woods Walters should come to pay me a New Year’s visit."
