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Chapter 379 - 349 Friends come from afar_2

Chapter 379: 349 Friends come from afar_2

Let’s not talk about Fang Qing, even Fu Zili felt it was too wasteful.

If it were up to him, he wouldn’t have booked such a luxurious suite.

"Stay as long as you want, it’s already been charged to my card."

Seeing Jiang Chen’s casual tone, Fu Zili felt that he was almost starting to not recognize this childhood friend.

"I’ll take her back to her room first."

Fu Zili’s business suite was on the floor above, and Jiang Chen and Fang Qing were the first to exit the elevator.

"It’s really worth the trip this time, I’ve never stayed in such a nice room before."

As Fang Qing pushed open the door, she slowly exhaled.

As a backdrop often featured in the social circles of "ladies of leisure," the quality and environment of Bvlgari don’t need to be mentioned; every detail in the room exuded the high-end quality of the upper class, even the toiletries were international luxury brands.

It’s said that many people who stay in hotels take these items with them.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offer a view of the magnificent Pu River and the successive high-rise buildings, creating a feeling of looking down upon the city from high above.

"Then you should come more often."

Jiang Chen closed the door.

"Even if someone has money, you shouldn’t waste it like this; be careful that they may kick you out one day."

Fang Qing half-reminded, half-teased.

"Don’t worry about that; with my charm, that situation will never happen."

Jiang Chen boasted confidently.

"Should I put the bag in the room?"

"Mhm."

Fang Qing nodded.

When Jiang Chen finished putting away the luggage and came out, Fang Qing was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

It was not yet 5 pm, the time of day was just right.

The Pu River flowed endlessly.

Streets were bustling with traffic.

From this vantage point, it seemed like a lively, vivid ukiyo-e painting.

"The atmosphere you see from this height is indeed different."

Fang Qing murmured softly.

Jiang Chen walked over.

"Don’t you think the room rate doesn’t seem so expensive anymore?"

"It’s still expensive; after all, it’s just a brief visit."

Jiang Chen stood beside her, gazing at a view not usually seen by ordinary people.

"Being melancholic about spring and sentimental about autumn isn’t your character, don’t forget, you are the pride of our compound; you can’t let the folks down."

Fang Qing smiled, tilting her head, "When you say that, it suddenly feels like a lot of pressure."

"Don’t be afraid, I’ve got your back."

Jiang Chen said without much thought.

But Fang Qing’s face suddenly turned a bit red.

Jiang Chen noticed but didn’t understand why, feeling bemused.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Fang Qing tried to act natural, looking out the window as the blush slowly faded away.

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"No wonder so many people think of flocking to big cities; the gap with Sha City is not small."

Fu Zili entered, full of emotions.

"That’s why we need people like President Fu to contribute more to the development of our hometown."

Jiang Chen smiled, "Let’s go, it’s time to eat."

Bvlgari Italian Restaurant.

In Sha City, Fu Zili might be a big shot, but here, he seemed somewhat ill at ease.

That’s the difference in perspective.

At best, Fu Zili was just a nouveau riche, and perhaps not even counted as one; in such a high-class venue, he naturally felt somewhat insecure.

In Sha City, he was indeed a big shot; at Tie Jun’s BBQ joint, dealing with a few thugs was effortless, but just look at those dining in the restaurant now—who was not of a higher status than him?

By comparison, Jiang Chen, the poor kid from the compound, seemed much more composed.

And Fang Qing’s performance was also notable. Even when she saw the exaggerated prices on the menu, she didn’t startle or fuss.

Although she came from a small place, spending a few years at a university like the University of Political Science and Law naturally cultivated her horizons and resolve.

Even the seafood restaurant that seemed expensive during the New Year’s dinner paled in comparison to this place.

If Fang Weiguo and the others came, they’d probably question life.

"Jiang Chen, let’s just eat something simple; don’t order too much."

Even knowing that the other party had found a wealthy, beautiful girl, it still wasn’t his money.

If Jiang Chen had made it big, then he definitely wouldn’t have been so reserved.

Living off a woman, Fu Zili had seen such people before.

Life under those circumstances wasn’t really that comfortable.

Jiang Chen did indeed live up to his New Year’s promise, treating his two old friends with almost boundless hospitality.

Only during the meal, a small incident occurred.

At the next table, a socialite complained about a diner not too far away.

The reason for her complaint made Jiang Chen both laugh and cry.

She was upset because the person wore a pair of flip-flops, which, according to the socialite, lowered the whole restaurant’s standard, and she even demanded that the restaurant kick the person out.

Since they weren’t far away, and the socialite’s emotional outburst meant her voice wasn’t low, Jiang Chen and his friends could hear everything clearly.

But his indignation was understandable.

Compared to the man in flip-flops, the socialite’s attire was like night and day; she probably had a professional makeup artist do her makeup, and her dress was quite luxurious, suitable even for a ball.

If one has dressed up carefully for a meal, how can one tolerate someone who just strolls in with a pair of flip-flops—likely purchased for ten yuan at a street stall?

Jiang Chen subconsciously looked at himself, grateful that he was decently dressed, or he might have been complained about, too.

Fang Qing was also looking over there.

Jiang Chen silently chuckled.

Her love for watching the excitement since childhood, it seems, hadn’t changed at all.

Scenarios of service staff looking down on guests that are prevalent in TV shows and novels rarely happen in reality.