Chapter 1716

After getting out of the car, Zhao Desan was still a bit dazed, feeling a bit dizzy. It took a few seconds for him to return to normal. He looked up at the Beijing Hotel building; he really hadn't expected he would ever come here to eat. He looked at the cars parked in front of the hotel—they were all BMWs or Mercedes-Benzes. *Damn it, it's all a place for rich people! * Zhao Desan thought to himself. His arm was nudged, and he turned to see the beauty's beautiful eyes looking at him with a smile, saying, "Let's go, let's go in."

So, Zhao Desan followed behind the beauty. This was his first time coming to a place where national leaders and high-ranking officials frequented. Zhao Desan couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. He followed the beauty, who didn't look nervous at all, into the dining department of the Beijing Hotel. Perhaps the beauty was a regular, because he saw a person in charge of the dining department greet her with a beaming smile as soon as he saw her.

"Miss Diao, the meal has already been arranged for you. Please, this way." The person in charge of the dining department bowed slightly, leading the beauty through the lobby with great enthusiasm. They arrived at the door of a private room, pushed it open, and invited them in.

Although Zhao Desan wasn't someone who had never been to a five-star hotel, after sitting down, he was still slightly intimidated by the luxurious decoration of the private room. What is called "magnificent"? I'm afraid using the environment of this private room to describe it wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

"Miss Diao, shall I serve the dishes now?" The person in charge of the dining department asked, bowing and smiling.

The beauty nodded and said, "Serve them."

"Okay, then may I ask what wine or drinks Miss Diao would like?" The person in charge asked with a fawning smile.

"What would you like to drink?" The beauty turned and asked Zhao Desan, who was busy examining the environment of the private room.

"Oh, I... whatever... whatever is fine." Zhao Desan hurriedly came back to his senses and said "whatever" twice in a row.

The beauty was amused by his somewhat awkward reaction and laughed, revealing a row of silver teeth, saying, "They don't sell 'whatever' here."

The person in charge of the dining department also laughed along and recommended, "Usually, when people come to our hotel to eat, they drink Moutai. Miss Diao usually drinks Moutai, right?"

"Then let's have Moutai?" The beauty turned to seek Zhao Desan's opinion. Zhao Desan hurriedly nodded and said, "Whatever, whatever."

The beauty giggled again and said to the person in charge, "Then Moutai it is."

"Okay, Miss Diao, please wait a moment, I'll go arrange the wine and dishes." Saying this, the person in charge retreated from the private room respectfully.

"Beauty, is your surname Diao?" Zhao Desan asked with a smile.

The beauty was slightly stunned and asked curiously, "How did you know?"

"Just now..." Zhao Desan reminded her with a chuckle.

"Oh." The beauty nodded in sudden realization, paused for a moment, and asked him with a light smile, "I remember your surname is Liu, right?"

"Yes, my surname is Liu, my name is Zhao Desan, and I'm twenty-eight this year." Zhao Desan introduced himself generously and waited for the beauty to introduce herself as well.

But after hearing his self-introduction, the beauty just smiled lightly, repeated his name, and said, "Zhao Desan, that's a nice name." Then she stopped talking about her own situation.

*I don't even know her name, how am I supposed to win her over? * Zhao Desan thought to himself. So, he gathered his courage, smiled, and asked, "Then, beauty, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Diao," the beauty said with an ambiguous smile.

"I know your surname is Diao, I... I meant your name?" Zhao Desan felt a bit uncomfortable because of her.

"Xi Bingbing." The beauty seemed very unwilling to tell Zhao Desan her name. It took her a long time to say it, and then she changed the subject and asked Zhao Desan, "You said you came to Beijing for what kind of training?"

"A training organized by the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development," Zhao Desan replied, then took the opportunity to ask, "Bingbing, what industry are you in?"

"It seems that since you can represent your Hexi Provincial Construction Committee to come to Beijing for study, you must be doing quite well," Xi Bingbing said with a smile, avoiding answering Zhao Desan's second question.

"Not at all, they had no one else to come, so they sent me. It's not a good job either," Zhao Desan said with a humble smile, while feeling very confused about Xi Bingbing's identity. He thought she was young, could afford a BMW, and could tell she was a regular at this very famous five-star hotel.

"You are too humble," Xi Bingbing said with a smile.

"Then what do you do?" Zhao Desan shifted the question back to her. It was as if he wouldn't give up until he figured out her identity today.

"I... I do investment," Xi Bingbing said with a smile, and then, as if she was very unwilling to mention her profession again, she changed the subject and asked, "I saw that the sign you were holding in the square this afternoon said you were a deputy division chief?"

Thinking of his move to state his identity in a moment of desperation in the square this afternoon to put pressure on the other party, Zhao Desan felt very embarrassed now. He scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "A small fry."

"You said you are only twenty-seven. Being a deputy division chief in a provincial government agency at twenty-seven is already very impressive," Xi Bingbing said, full of praise for Zhao Desan.

"What does that count for? Isn't there a saying: in Shanghai, don't say you have a lot of money; in Beijing, don't say you are a big official. Beijing is full of officials bigger than me," Zhao Desan joked.

For some reason, after Zhao Desan made this joke, he saw a very subtle change in Xi Bingbing's expression. She smiled lightly and opened the conversation, saying, "Zhao Desan, we really are quite fated. Ha, it's been over a year. I've always said I would go to Xijing to thank you, but I've always been too busy to get away. I didn't expect that today, a year later, I would actually run into you in Beijing."

"It is quite fated," Zhao Desan said with a smile, from the bottom of his heart. He really hadn't expected to see this beauty, whom he had risked his life to save at night a year ago, again in Tiananmen Square. ===== CHAPTER 1717 =====

"It really is quite a coincidence." Zhao Desan chuckled, speaking from the heart. He truly had not expected that he would run into this beauty again on the square, the same one he had risked his life to save one night a year ago.