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In the end, the retrieval of the Invitation ended in failure.
Originally, those who had been invited were reluctant to attend the celebration banquet due to the notorious reputation of Sweet Potato Films. However, after Sweet Potato Films came to collect the Invitations, nearly a hundred people had called Charlie to express their intention to attend the banquet.
"Did we do something wrong?" Li Hong stood at the entrance of Water County Eats, his expression gloomy.
Lu Mao stood beside him, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead repeatedly.
Who would have thought that the act of retrieving the Invitations would backfire? Those who had no intention of coming actually showed up.
Even Feng Gangpao, who had been at odds with Li Hong, bounced over from the hospital to join in.
Goodness, a wave of big shots from the entertainment industry was about to descend upon Sweet Potato Films.
This left Li Hong with a headache. Damn it, with so many people coming for free food and drinks, how were they supposed to entertain them?
Looking up at the sign of Water County Eats, Lu Mao gulped nervously.
"Boss... maybe we should change venues!"
Li Hong sighed, "Where can we go? We barely have a few thousand yuan on us; we probably can't even afford a private room elsewhere."
"…"
Seeing his boss in such a predicament, Lu Mao felt uneasy but didn’t dare to say much.
The two stepped into the small Water County Eats together.
It wasn't mealtime yet, so there were no customers inside. The owner was a round and jolly-looking man who seemed quite amusing.
"What can I get for you two?"
Li Hong glanced at the chubby man and asked coldly in a tone reminiscent of a wealthy gamer throwing money around, "How much for everything? I'll take care of it tonight."
The chubby man squinted his small green bean-sized eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"This... this Boss, we are decent people, we don't do that kind of business..."
Although Lu Mao also felt something was off, he leaned toward his Boss and interjected, "Alright, alright, my Boss isn't forcing you. Just tell us how much for a night."
The chubby man was startled by their words. After glancing at the leader, Li Hong, and confirming he didn't seem like a disguised wealthy person, he stammered, "Uh, let me ask my wife! Please wait a moment!"
With that, the chubby man dashed to the back kitchen like he was sprinting a hundred meters.
Li Hong and Lu Mao had no choice but to sit down at a nearby table and wait for the chubby man to give them an answer.
Before long, the chubby man returned with another Fat Woman from the back kitchen.
He whispered something to her and then pointed at Li Hong, his face pale.
The Fat Woman's gaze turned towards Li Hong, her eyes filled with shock.
She quickly walked over, grabbed Li Hong's hand, and trembled as she said, "What do you think of me? Rich Gamer, I'm cheaper than him and I can give you kids. Don't choose him; choose me instead!"
The chubby man stared blankly, his face devoid of color as he watched his wife's shameless declaration.
Feeling the grip of the three-hundred-pound Fat Woman, Li Hong was covered in goosebumps.
He shook off her hand and frowned. "Friend, please control your actions."
At that moment, Lu Mao also realized something was wrong; the damn words sounded too ambiguous and had led the chubby couple to misunderstand.
So Lu Mao hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "No, no! Did you misunderstand something? We came to book your Late Show."
The chubby man and Fat Woman stared at him in disbelief.
What was this sudden feeling of disappointment?
Alright, having figured out the intentions of Li Hong and the others, the overly gay atmosphere had lightened up considerably.
Of course, this was under the condition that they ignored the resentful glances from the Fat Man and the Fat Woman.
Getting to the point, the Fat Man said seriously, "We haven't done a private booking for the Late Show before. May I ask what kind of banquet you are planning?"
Lu Mao replied, "A wedding!"
Li Hong added, "A dead wife!"
"…"
Lu Mao felt that bringing his Boss along for this discussion was undoubtedly the dumbest decision he could have made.
Damn it, celebrating with a dead wife? The Fat Man would probably have to call the police.
This dead wife seemed so cheerful; no one would believe he wasn't the murderer.
"Boss, this is a celebration banquet, not… you know…" Lu Mao reminded him.
Li Hong nodded, indicating he understood.
Then he turned to the Fat couple and said, "Second marriage, got it wrong, my apologies!"
The Fat Man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with relief, "That's good, that's good."
After wiping off the sweat, the Fat couple discussed for a moment and said, "How about this? I’ll give you two options. First, we provide food and drinks based on how many people you bring; the cost will be bundled. Second, you can buy your own food and drinks in advance, and I’ll just rent you a venue."
"How do we calculate the price?" Lu Mao asked.
The Fat Man pulled out a calculator and calculated for a moment before answering, "For the first option, it will depend on how many people come. Of course, we will give you a discount on food. For the second option, we only charge you 00 bucks."
Li Hong was somewhat taken aback; this Fat Man was indeed quite ruthless.
The store's daily revenue was around one or two thousand, and after deducting rent, utilities, and the cost of goods, he only made a few hundred.
No matter how they chose, the fat man was making a killing.
Li Hong pondered for a moment before speaking, "We'll prepare the food ourselves; you can handle the processing, right? Of course, we will pay you for your processing fees. How about a processing fee of one thousand and a venue fee of five thousand?"
The fat man's eyes lit up as he whispered to his wife behind Li Hong's back.
Then he turned to Li Hong and said, "One thousand five for the processing fee, and we'll do it."
"Great, that works. From six in the evening to midnight; that’s fine, right?" Li Hong asked.
The fat man nodded; that timing was no problem. Earning six thousand five in just six hours was better than their half-month income.
After finalizing the agreement, Li Hong left a deposit of one thousand and took Lu Mao out of Water County Eats.
On their way to the market, Lu Mao curiously asked, "Boss, what are you going to buy?"
"Chinese cabbage, big cabbage, cabbage!" Li Hong replied gloomily.
Lu Mao: "…"
Sometimes, Lu Mao really wanted to strangle his clueless boss.
How could this person be so emotionally inept when handling matters?
Others had a queen and a group of top directors; letting them go to Water County Eats was one thing, but making them eat cabbage…
"How about some chicken, duck, fish, or shrimp, Boss? Otherwise, it might be too much..."
Before Lu Mao could finish, Li Hong started listing dishes on his own.
"Cabbage soup, stir-fried cabbage with cabbage, braised cabbage with cabbage, boiled cabbage in water, cold tossed cabbage…"
Lu Mao thought to himself, "What kind of dark cuisine is this?"
He felt a genuine sympathy for those celebrities who were overly concerned about their image. Dealing with someone so stingy and lacking in social awareness, he figured it was best to just stick to eating cabbage.
While Lu Mao was lost in his thoughts, Li Hong, walking ahead, suddenly remembered something important.
"It seems like cabbage prices have gone up... How about we get potatoes, bean sprouts, or some greens instead?"
Lu Mao, trailing behind, was at a loss. Why did their boss always prefer vegetables that cost less than a dollar?
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