Rebirth Counterattack with Space
Chapter 256 - 248: A Silent Bottle of Water

Chapter 256: Chapter 248: A Silent Bottle of Water

Capital City Grand Hotel.

General Manager’s office.

"Look here, Crybaby, don’t you think you’re being a bit too underhanded? I booked a reservation at the Imperial Pavilion a whole week early, following all your rules to the letter."

"I’ve given you plenty of face already. Now all my friends know I was going to treat them there, and you just go ahead and cancel on me without so much as a warning? Do you think Wei Zhenyang has the kind of face that just invites people to walk all over him, one that everybody can come and trample on?"

Wei Zhenyang burst into He Juncai’s office at the Capital City Grand Hotel, slammed the table without a word, and then the more he talked, the angrier he got. He looked dangerously at the man in front of him, dressed neatly and looking like a goody-two-shoes "childhood friend".

Pah, calling him a "childhood friend" was to overstate the matter—was it as if he liked playing with him? They just happened to grow up in the same courtyard. Ever since they were kids, Wei Zhenyang couldn’t stand the sight of him; they really had no close ties. The guy had no backbone, was irritatingly fussy, had way too many rules, and was obsessed with cleanliness. But the most unbearable thing was his faint-heartedness—he scared easily, was a crybaby, and a tattletale... He had all the faults you’d expect in a woman, utterly disgraceful—

How many beatings had Wei Zhenyang endured from his old man because of him when they were kids?

Hmm, he had misspoken before—they weren’t "childhood friends", they were enemies.

And when enemies meet, sparks fly, especially since now he had the upper hand and didn’t have to worry about the other going off and playing the victim first.

Comforted by this thought, Wei Zhenyang firmly gripped He Juncai’s collar and roared triumphantly, "If you don’t give me an explanation today, we are far from through. Tell me, who is so important that you’d throw ’the rules’ out the window and dare to snatch away my reservation halfway through?"

Wei Zhenyang emphasized the word "rules" heavily.

Damn it all, how utterly frustrating. If only it weren’t for Pei Lao Da protecting this kid, meaning he was off-limits. Otherwise, would he need to waste his time talking sense when he has the upper hand? It would be so much more satisfying to just beat him up without saying a word.

It was just so hard to swallow.

Wei Zhenyang’s eyes were full of unrest, and He Juncai would have to be blind not to see it. He sighed. This blockhead—still so mindless despite his age, thinking with his muscles rather than his brain, as easy to predict as pie.

A defeated underling. It wasn’t just about size or the strength of one’s fist to win. Outside, people were merely tolerating him, and was that respect for him? Clearly, it was out of respect for his father, right?

How had he suffered so many losses and still not learned his lesson? There were plenty of fools, but none as foolish as this. Didn’t he realize that if it wasn’t for someone crucial, He Juncai wouldn’t risk offending him?

He Juncai helplessly glanced at the secretary and several security guards who had gathered around the door, not daring to come closer.

"Mr. Wei, please calm down. If it weren’t for an emergency, would I do such a thing? Even if you didn’t come today, I was planning to personally visit you to apologize and ask for your forgiveness, so how about this: I’ll arrange for you to use the Lihua Hall, and on the night of the 2nd, we’ll give you a 50% discount."

"No need, how could I dare accept Mr. He’s apology? Don’t try to put me in a tough spot with false generosity. Just tell me who it was—that’s all I want. I don’t believe this can’t be solved, we’re not just talking about money here. This is a slap in my face, a public humiliation."

Wei Zhenyang was accustomed to He Juncai’s hypocrisy. Not only was this guy a hypocrite, but he was also a master of playing dumb. Likely, those outsiders didn’t even know that their big manager’s family was not at all inferior to his, that "Mr. Wei", right?

"It has nothing to do with that person; they don’t even know that you had already made a reservation. I acted on my own, it was all my fault."

Although it was uncomfortable to have his collar yanked like that, He Juncai was helpless in the face of this brute who couldn’t be reasoned with. He feared that if he didn’t placate Wei Zhenyang today, he might actually show up on the 2nd ready for a brawl, which would be terribly embarrassing.

So he sighed again, had no choice but to lean in, and whispered something in his ear.

Wei Zhenyang was taken aback, "You’re not lying to me, are you? It’s really Pei Lao Da’s family?"

He Juncai didn’t even have the strength left to roll his eyes at him. Wanting to avoid being overheard, he whispered, "As if I would bother if it wasn’t for them? The Pei Family’s matriarch personally made the call. Could I really tell her to discuss it with you on her own? Or should I call Pei Ge right now and tell him you don’t want to vacate the place, and you guys can figure it out yourselves?"

"I knew you were up to no good, a sneaky person always is sneaky, and that probably won’t change even in the next life."

Wei Zhenyang tossed the person he was carrying onto his large single-seat sofa chair, his face full of indignation, "Are you trying to make Pei Ge think I have the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard?"

Wei Zhenyang rolled his eyes dramatically. He wasn’t the Old Immortal craving for death, why would he voluntarily go looking for trouble?

"Really, if you had said so earlier, wouldn’t that have settled it? Just admit you were up to no good. Fine, fine, pretend I was never here."

Wei Zhenyang brushed off his hands and decisively turned to leave. While walking away, he mused: A call from the Pei Family’s old lady, who wouldn’t give that some face...

Hey, anyway, he was just casually hosting a dinner. Where’s the difference in dining? "Lihua Hall" isn’t bad at all, and those fair-weather friends have a place to eat and drink for free—are they still in a position to complain?

Hmph, if anyone complains, they can get lost.

But it was indeed rare for the Pei Family to host guests.

Among the noble families of Capital City, the Pei Family was the most low-key. There didn’t seem to be any major events in the Pei Family recently, so why the need to host a banquet at the ’Imperial Pavilion’?

You must know, ’Imperial Pavilion’ is no ordinary place, not somewhere just anyone can make reservations. Think you can make a reservation without some status or position?

Heh heh.

Even thinking about it seems like a distant dream. Even scions like them had to book in advance. Lucky for him this time, he managed to get a spot a week earlier; otherwise, it would be like this occasion, where even if you’re on the list, you won’t get your turn.

I wonder if the family knows about this Pei Family’s banquet. Now that I know, I should go back and give them a heads-up...

Watching Wei Zhenyang walk away with pomp, He Juncai’s secretary finally dared to come in, looking at his general manager with full admiration, "It’s still He General Manager who has the ways..."

Wei Shao is a regular at Capital City Grand Hotel, and from top to bottom, who doesn’t know that he’s a troublesome big shot not to be messed with? Every time, only their General Manager He can handle him; others are indeed...

However, Wei Shao’s reputation here wasn’t bad. Usually, as long as you don’t provoke him, he is very approachable, especially courteous to them, and generous with tips.

Unlike some people, with a little power and money, they feel so superior they hardly see others as humans, pfft—

No wonder they say, a full bottle doesn’t make noise, it’s the half-empty bottle that clinks and clanks.

"It’s okay, you can tell them to disperse. No need for such a big fuss in the future. If Wei Shao wants to tear this place down, would you guys really dare to stop him?" He Juncai rubbed his temples with a headache. These were just people seizing the chance to come up for the spectacle, not lifting a finger to help, and when they go down, they’ll have gossip to spread.

"Go out and tell them to keep their mouths shut, not to blabber what they shouldn’t."

"Rest assured," the secretary replied cheerily and went out, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Rest assured? Heh, that would be the day he could rest easy.

Just watch, it won’t be a few minutes before everyone who should and shouldn’t know, will know. Gossip really is something that’s never scarce anywhere.