12dz Chapter 762: The Prize
Chapter 762: The Prize
At the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, a black luxury business car was driven by the security guard with superb driving skills.
Like a calm black panther, it parked steadily in a designated parking space not far away.
The car body reflects a cool luster under the sunlight, highlighting its low-key and luxurious temperament.
At this time, Deng Zhouyi was sitting in the driver's seat of the Maserati, his eyes fixed on the direction of the hotel entrance.
Finally, he saw Jiang Shuo's lively, lovely and energetic figure.
He jumped out of the car with a light and agile step like a deer. Jiang Shuo was wearing a casual sportswear with bright colors, which made him look more energetic.
His eyes were bright and sparkling with curiosity and excitement, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
He revealed two deep dimples, as if everything around him could make him feel endless happiness.
Following closely behind Jiang Shuo was Mu Xiaoji. He walked with steady steps, with a gentle and refined expression, and was serious.
That serious expression could not conceal his handsome, angular, and delicate facial features that looked as if they were carefully carved.
Mu Xiaoji's nose bridge is high and straight, like a mountain peak, giving people a sense of determination;
His deep eyes are like a clear spring, revealing wisdom and calmness; his lips have beautiful lines, and when closed, they reveal a hint of inviolable majesty.
He was wearing a well-tailored dark suit made of high-quality fabric, which showed his taste and status. He exuded a mature and steady charm.
Seeing this, Deng Zhouyi hurriedly reported to Teng Zijing, who was dozing off in the back row, "Master Jing, Jiang Shuo is here."
Teng Zijing was originally immersed in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. Hearing this, he yawned slowly.
He subconsciously took off the sunglasses that showed his identity with his right hand and looked out the window lazily.
The moment he saw Jiang Shuo, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a doting yet helpless smile, and he muttered in a low voice:
"You little brat, you're even more slow-paced than me. Usually, I'm the only one who has to wait for others. Humph, now I'm doomed to meet you."
After mumbling, he pushed open the car door, got out, and shouted louder, "Jiang Shuo..." At the same time, he opened his arms.
He made a hugging gesture, looking as if an elder was meeting his beloved younger generation after a long separation.
When Jiang Shuo heard the familiar voice, he turned to look at Teng Zijing who had just got off the car not far away. He instantly became energetic, and his excitement was like a lively bird.
His eyes lit up and a bright smile appeared on his face. He took two quick steps and then jumped into Teng Zijing's arms like a light swallow.
Jiang Shuo hugged Teng Zijing's neck tightly with both hands, tilted his head, and asked innocently: "Big brother, have you been waiting for a long time?"
"It's okay, the food should not be too cold yet." Teng Zijing responded half-jokingly with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes full of love for Jiang Shuo.
"It doesn't matter. I have good wine. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Jiang Shuo said confidently. As soon as he finished speaking, Teng Zijing followed Jiang Shuo's gaze and saw Mu Xiaoji.
The security guard followed Mu Xiaoji respectfully, holding the exquisitely packaged box steadily in both hands.
The ribbon on the box is tied meticulously, showing the owner's importance to the gift.
Upon seeing this, Teng Zijing hurried forward, extended his right hand, and shook hands with Mu Xiaoji with just the right amount of enthusiasm and politeness.
"Mr. Mu has a rosy complexion and a very elegant demeanor. He doesn't look as frail as Jiang Shuo said!"
A faint smile appeared on Mu Xiaoji's face. That smile was like a spring breeze, warm and graceful.
He humbly responded, "I heard that Master Jing invited me, so I feel honored and very excited!"
Teng Zijing held Jiang Shuo in his arms, turned sideways and made an elegant gesture of invitation, and the group walked towards the hotel gate.
As soon as he reached the door, Jia Sidao came running towards him with a fawning smile on his face, and said in a flattering voice:
"Hey, Master Jing, you finally showed up! I've been waiting for you for so long!"
However, Teng Zijing seemed not to hear it. He ignored Jia Sidao and walked straight into the Grand Mercure Hotel. His indifferent attitude made it seem as if Jia Sidao was just an insignificant passerby.
Seeing this, Deng Zhouyi also politely made a gesture of invitation and said to Mu Xiaoji, "Mr. Mu, please come in." Mu Xiaoji nodded slightly and followed Teng Zijing into the hotel.
When they just passed by another private room, Jiang Chengyu's enthusiastic voice came from inside:
"Team Xing, with Xiaolan, a skilled driver, here, you have to drink. We've dealt with each other quite a bit over the years, but I've never had the chance to treat you to a glass of my wine. You absolutely have to order some today."
Then, Xing Zhongxing stood up, raised his wine glass, and responded cheerfully, "Boss Jiang, since you've said that, I'll respectfully obey you! Cheers!"
When Mu Xiaoji heard the sound, he paused unconsciously for a moment at the door. He frowned slightly and listened carefully through the door, but he was not sure if he had heard it clearly.
Deng Zhouyi noticed Mu Xiaoji's actions and reminded him with a smile: "Mr. Mu, this way."
"Okay," Mu Xiaoji responded concisely, then followed Teng Zijing into the private room.
As soon as he entered the private room, Mu Xiaoji saw people inside dressed in strange clothes, and he immediately felt uncomfortable.
These people have different dressing styles. Some wear strange clothes with exaggerated and glaring colors; others dress in a shabby manner and are covered with all kinds of exaggerated accessories.
When Jia Sidao saw Teng Zijing come in, he ran to the upper seat with a big smile on his face, stretched out his hand to pull out the chair, and said flatteringly, "Master Jing, please sit down."
Teng Zijing looked displeased, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes, and shouted: "Are you blind? The real owner is here!" As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Xiaoji, indicating that Jia Sidao had made a mistake.
As soon as he finished speaking, Teng Zijing kicked the chair next to him with force, making a "clang" sound, and then sat down carelessly holding Jiang Shuo in his arms.
Deng Zhouyi remained polite and invited Mu Xiaoji to take the main seat again. Mu Xiaoji smiled and waved his hand, saying gently, "I'm used to sitting by the window. Don't be so polite."
At this time, a young man with dyed yellow hair looked at Mu Xiaoji with disdain and asked disdainfully: "Who are you? Master Jing is giving you face!"
When Jia Sidao heard this, he immediately flew into a rage. Without saying anything, he slapped the man loudly with his backhand. With a clear sound, he shouted angrily, "Get out..."
The yellow-haired man's head was hit sideways, and a clear palm print suddenly appeared on his face. He shouted unconvincedly: "Brother Jia... who is he? He is acting like a big shot in your place."
"Why don't you get out of here?" Jia Sidao said, making a gesture to slap him again, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Seeing this, the brother had no choice but to cover his cheeks obediently, kicked the stool away with a look of grievance, and left the private room in big strides, muttering under his breath.
Teng Zijing turned around and gently placed Jiang Shuo on the main seat. With eyes full of doting, he said, "Today you are the master and he is the servant. Just tell me what you want to eat."
Mu Xiaoji watched this scene and tried to dissuade him, "What does a child who is still wet behind the ears know? Let Master Jing make the arrangements!"
After hearing this, Teng Zijing smiled and handed the menu to Mu Xiaoji, saying modestly, "Jiang Shuoxiao, Mr. Mu, please do it for me!"
Mr. Mu smiled and pushed the menu back, explaining, "I've been disabled and frail since childhood, and have always been a vegetarian. I really don't know anything about these hotel delicacies. Please follow the host's wishes!"
Teng Zijing's face darkened, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly picked up the menu and swished it away.
He threw it accurately in front of Jia Sidao and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Mu has always been low-key, so you can make your own arrangements!
Everyone's time is precious, so stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point! "
At this moment, the rage in the heart of the yellow-haired man standing at the door had reached its peak. He had a cruel look on his face.
His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and his right hand slowly and viciously pulled out the dagger from his waist.
He lowered his voice and muttered through gritted teeth: "Believe it or not, I'll go in and chop you up and serve you with the wine." Although the voice was small, it was full of threats and resentment.
The brothers standing in the private room also had angry expressions on their faces. They had just clenched their fists, and their knuckles turned white from the force.
His cold gaze was like a sharp blade, shooting straight at Teng Zijing. The hatred revealed in his eyes was as if he wanted to eat Teng Zijing alive immediately.
However, they seemed to be afraid and could only be angry but not speak out. The atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring about to break.
Jia Sidao glanced helplessly at Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Shuo, took a deep breath, and forced a smile.
He picked up the menu in front of him, turned around and handed it to Wu Dequan beside him, with a tone that left no room for doubt:
"Go and arrange for the front desk to serve all the hotel's best signature dishes to Master Jing. Don't let me down."
Wu Dequan respectfully took the menu with both hands, replied "yes", and then strode out of the room with firm and quick steps.
When Teng Zijing saw Wu Dequan leave, he stared at Jia Sidao with a sharp gaze and went straight to the point, asking directly:
"I've brought the person to you as agreed. Where are the transfer documents you mentioned? Bring them out."
When Jia Sidao heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by a bitter look. He stammered and was about to speak, but seemed hesitant.
Seeing Jia Sidao's expression, Teng Zijing instantly became angry. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a fierce aura.
Like an angry lion, he loudly demanded, "What? You dare to play tricks on me? You better think about the consequences!"
Jia Sidao's body trembled involuntarily after being yelled at by Teng Zijing. He quickly waved his hands and explained:
"No, Master Jing, listen to me. Look, so many brothers have invested all their wealth in these shops.
It's all my fault for being so foolish and overconfident. Now we're all stuck in this situation. Master Jing, please be so magnanimous and spare my brother's life.
In the future, all profits from this business on the seventh floor will belong to you, and we brothers on the third floor will just take a bite out of it. After all, we all have families to support, and life is not easy."
As Jia Sidao spoke, his face was full of pleading, and his eyes revealed a hint of pity and helplessness.
"Tsk!" Teng Zijing snorted disdainfully and mocked, "When you first opened your mouth, why didn't you consider that your brothers had families to support?
Besides, you lost to the young prince, not me. If you gamble, you must accept the loss. You must understand this principle!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Xiaoji quickly spoke to smooth things over: "Wait a minute, Master Jing, Jiang Shuo is just a young boy, I really don't deserve the title of crown prince.
As far as I know, Jing Ye invested five million in the original bet, and Jiang Shuo just joined in the fun. As for the prize, it naturally belongs to Jing Ye."
Mu Xiaoji seemed to be explaining, but in fact he cleverly kicked the offending ball back to Teng Zijing, and his words showed his sophistication.