Chapter 530

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

As the actual managers of the restaurant, Guo Mingyuan and his party were naturally arranged in the VIP private room on the second floor with an excellent view.

Meanwhile, quite a few customers had also arrived in the first-floor front hall.

The bustling scene in the restaurant at this moment was about the same as Zhou Li had anticipated before.

Those diners who originally queued at Lu Family Restaurant, after receiving the invitation cards, mostly came with curiosity and anticipation.

Among the crowd were naturally Xiao Feilong, Zhu Chang, Ma Wenliang — the three of them — and even Zhao Zhenhui had come.

Zhu Chang wore an ill-fitting suit, and his usually casually styled hair was combed neat and tidy at this moment.

One look at his appearance and you could tell he had deliberately dressed up before coming over.

This suit was from who knows how many years ago when he served as a groomsman at a friend's wedding; if his figure hadn't slimmed down considerably compared to before, he probably wouldn't even be able to squeeze into it now.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this scene looks quite grand."

Zhu Chang stood at the restaurant entrance, his gaze scanning continuously inside, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Just looking at the renovation, it looks far more luxurious than Lu Boss's restaurant!"

"Of course, this restaurant is a well-known domestic high-end chain; supposedly it has branches in many major cities nationwide, and the per-person minimum spend starts at a thousand yuan!"

Xiao Feilong turned his head to look at Zhu Chang and said, his face wearing an expression of profound mystery.

Judging by the looks of it, after returning last night he had specifically done a detailed investigation into this restaurant's background.

"Alright, let's go in and take a look first."

Zhao Zhenhui spoke up directly.

He was someone who had seen the world, after all; compared to the other few's fussiness, he appeared much more composed.

"Right, we'd better not be too conspicuous at their entrance; don't forget we're here to spy on the enemy this time — if we're discovered and get kicked out, it'll be embarrassing!"

Xiao Feilong looked left and right, tugged at Zhu Chang's clothes, lowered his voice, and said in a secretive manner.

Zhu Chang couldn't help rolling his eyes at those words; he tugged at the slightly tight bow tie at his neck, then said: "Have you been watching too many movies? With this many people here, who would specifically pay attention to us few? Besides, we're not sneaking in to freeload a meal — don't forget we all came with invitation cards, fair and square!"

Ma Wenliang also spoke up from the side: "Right, we just need to act like normal customers, first taste how their dishes are, so we can give Lu Boss feedback when we go back."

Beside Sunshinegarden Restaurant's main gate stood a notice board, the words on it exceptionally conspicuous: "Those improperly dressed will not be received."

This wasn't some deliberate difficulty, but a consistent rule of high-end restaurants.

To dine here, even if a suit and leather shoes aren't mandatory, one must at least look neat and formal, so as to match the high-end restaurant's atmosphere.

After all, no high-end restaurant has customers in tank tops, undershorts, and flip-flops dining inside.

Zhu Chang and the others initially knew nothing of this rule; when they first arrived they were still in their usual casual attire.

But as soon as they reached the entrance, they were politely stopped by a waiter.

In the end, the few of them could only slink back, each returning home to rummage through boxes and cabinets, fussing for half a day before each changing into a set of barely passable clothes and coming over.

However, if not for that delay, they wouldn't have run into Zhao Zhenhui who arrived a bit later.

Zhao Zhenhui was originally a company boss, usually carrying the air of a successful CEO, needing no adjustment at all — completely matching the aura of this high-end restaurant.

This time, when the four entered through the restaurant's revolving door, no waiter blocked them again.

Upon entering, a melodious piano sound greeted them, mixed with the faint fragrance in the restaurant.

Soon, a waitress with exquisite makeup, wearing a uniform, came up to welcome them.

Her gaze quickly scanned the four's attire, and after confirming they met requirements, a gentle smile appeared on her face as she said softly: "Guests, please come in; may I ask if you are here by invitation?"

"Of course, these are the invitation cards."

Xiao Feilong took the lead, pulling invitation cards from his pocket and handing them over; the other few each produced their own invitation cards as well.

The waitress took the invitation cards, verified the information and confirmed no errors, then made a standard "please" gesture: "Very well, welcome to Sunshinegarden for dining; please follow me."

The few followed the waitress inside; Zhu Chang had never dined in a high-end restaurant before, and was instantly stunned by the scene inside.

As he walked, he kept looking left and right, like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time, clicking his tongue in a low voice: "Tsk tsk tsk, worthy of a high-end restaurant — it looks luxurious! That crystal chandelier must be worth a lot, right? And this floor could be used as a mirror, damn impressive……"

Xiao Feilong and Ma Wenliang's attention was elsewhere; the two huddled together whispering: "That waitress over there is really pretty…… hey, that one over there has a nice figure…… hiss, this one's not bad either, quite elegant……"

Unlike the three's fussiness, Zhao Zhenhui did not join their topics from start to finish.

But after entering the restaurant, his gaze kept observing every detail inside.

He soon discovered a very interesting detail: whenever they passed those waiters in uniform, the other party would stop their work, bow slightly, smile, and say to them: "Hello, welcome guests, wish you a pleasant dining experience today."

Every waiter said the exact same sentence, volume not too loud not too soft, just enough for them to hear yet not disturb their conversation — the sense of propriety grasped perfectly.

Their tone, bowing angle, even the smiles on their faces, were all highly uniform.

Although each person's expression was the same, it didn't feel rigid or mechanical; rather it gave a very sincere feeling.

Obviously, this was the result of strict standardized training.

"The service standard here is indeed not bad — professional, meticulous."

Zhao Zhenhui watched all this without showing emotion, nodding inwardly, silently giving a decent evaluation.

"Esteemed guests, please look — there are window seats here; sitting here you can enjoy the outside scenery. Would this seat be acceptable?"

The waitress responsible for leading them wore a just-right smile, her gentle gaze sweeping over the few behind her, hand gesturing toward the window-side tables not far away.