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The manager shook his head and said, âIâm sorry, it is indeed our fault.â
Ethan Smith frowned, and was about to leave with Edward Green when the waiter behind them muttered quietly, âJust saving you some face, do we really have to spell it out that some big shot took your seats?â
Although the voice was very low, it still reached Ethanâs ears.
His face turned cold, and he said icily, âWhat kind of big shot? Call them out and let me see.â
Upon hearing this, the managerâs face changed slightly.
He hurriedly explained, âThereâs no big shot, heâs just talking nonsense. Donât mind it.â
âThen show me the reservation list.â Ethan said coldly.
Seeing this, the manager was also getting impatient.
He said in an unfriendly tone, âIâm giving you a way out, why donât you know how to take it? Fine, Iâll tell you, someone did take your seats, what about it?â
âYou motherfucker!â Edward Green suddenly became furious and grabbed the manager by the collar.
The manager sneered, âThe person is a big boss from Shiglance City and took a liking to your seats. If youâre not convinced, go get them back yourself. Whatâs the point in getting aggressive with me?â
âA big boss from Shiglance City? How big of a boss?â Ethan asked coldly.
The manager pointed at the window with his chin and said, âThat person is the boss of Brilliant Real Estate. Itâs a big company in Shiglance City. Itâs just a seat, donât cause yourself trouble during the holiday.â
Ethan glanced over and saw that there was no one at the table.
âIâm quite curious to meet this overbearing boss.â Ethan snorted coldly.
Then he took Edward Green and sat down at table three.
âManager, what⦠what should we do now?â The waiter asked, frowning.
The manager waved his hand and said, âAnyvvay, weâve already conveyed the message. The rest is up to them.â
The waiter muttered under his breath, âReally overestimating themselves. Letâs see what they do when those people arrive.â
Ethan Smith and Edward Green sat at the table, waiting quietly.
About ten minutes later, seven or eight people walked toward table three.
Leading them was a middle- aged man in a suit and leather shoes.
He was wearing all designer clothing, with a Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, indicating his extraordinary identity.
As the man quickly approached Ethanâs side, he started to speak, but then his gaze fell on Edward Green.
âEdward Green?â The man looked at Edward, his eyes flashing with surprise.
When Edward saw the man, his face showed a bit of embarrassment.
âJuan Diaz? What are you doing here?â Edward asked with an awkward smile.
The man called Juan Diaz sneered, âDonât you know? My wife is from River City. As for you, a mere henchman, why arenât you following your boss and come here instead?â
Edward looked a bit embarrassed, as if he didnât know what to say.
âYou know each other?â Ethan asked.
Before Edward could answer, Juan Diaz sneered, âOf course, weâre old classmates.â
Ethanâs brows furrowed slightly, and from the two menâs conversation, he could tell that Juan Diaz seemed to be hostile toward Edward.
âMr. Smith, letâs go somewhere else.â Edward Green tugged at Ethanâs arm and said.
âWhy change places? Weâre classmates, so letâs just sit together.â Juan Diaz said with a faint smile.
Edward remained silent and turned to leave.
But Ethan grabbed him by the arm and said indifferently, âThis seat was originally ours, why should we leave?â
Juan Diaz glanced at Ethan and sneered, âWhatâs your relationship with Edward Green?â
âFriends,â Ethan said indifferently.
âHehe, trashy friends are indeed trash.â Juan Diaz sneered.
Edward Green quickly got up and said, âJuan Diaz, this is Mr. Smith, you better speak politely.ââMr. Smith? What kind of Mr. Smith? What business does he do? A big boss?â Juan Diaz sarcastically said.
Edward Green opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didnât know how to introduce Ethan Smith.
âIâm not a big boss, just an ordinary person.â At this time, Ethan Smith said with a faint smile.
Juan Diaz snorted coldly, seeming uninterested in dealing with Ethan Smith.
He waved his hand, and his family and friends came to the table and sat down.
Ethan Smith pulled on Edward Greenâs arm and said, âWhy do you seem so afraid of him?â
Edward Green forced a smile: âIâm not afraid of him; I just donât want to argue with him.â
âOh, so youâre scared of arguing too?â Ethan Smith jokingly said.
Edward Green sighed and remained silent.
At this time, a woman stared at Edward Green and asked, âJuan, who is this guy?
Juan Diaz glanced at Edward Green and casually said, âOne of my classmates.â
âAlso in business?â the woman continued to ask.
Juan Diaz sneered, âHim? Heâs just a security guard.â
Hearing this, everyone at the table said one after another, âA security guard dares to sit here? Bad luck, get him out of here.â
However, Juan Diaz pretended to be magnanimous and said, âHey, after all, heâs my classmate. Let him sit here.â
The conversation between the two sides inevitably made Ethan Smith somewhat unhappy.
He looked at Juan Diaz coldly and said, âI wonder what kind of business Mr. Diaz is in?â
Hearing this, Juan Diaz said with some pride, âJust doing some small business, developing real estate, making tens of millions a year, itâs nothing.â
Ethan Smith touched his chin and nodded, âYes, tens of millions are indeed insignificant.â
Juan Diazâs face changed slightly, and he couldnât help but feel angry.
You take me seriously when Iâm being modest?
âYeah, I canât compare to a security guard. Security guards are so awesome.â Juan Diaz sarcastically said.
âHow did you meet Edward Green? Are you colleagues? Are you also a security guard?â Juan Diaz turned his head to Ethan Smith.
Ethan Smith said lightly, âAs I said, I am an ordinary person, a freelancer.â âOh, so youâre an unemployed vagrant?â Juan Diaz sneered.
âHow about coming to our company after the New Year? Our company needs security guards. Iâll give you three thousand a month. How about it?â Juan Diaz smirked.
At this time, Edward Green scolded, âJuan Diaz, enough! Mr. Smith is not someone we can compare with!â
âHumph! What a brag.â Juan Diaz snorted coldly.
Ethan Smith didnât bother to argue with Juan Diaz, having seen too many nouveau riche like him.
Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten oâclock in the evening.
The New Yearâs Eve dinner had ended, and the crowd was somewhat quieter.
At this moment, someone suddenly entered the hotel with generous gifts.
He went straight to Ethan Smithâs table and then looked at Juan Diaz.
âMr. Diaz, Happy New Year. Iâve prepared a little gift for you; you must accept it.â The man stood in front of Juan Diaz, speaking respectfully.
Juan Diaz glanced at Ethan Smith with some pride, then waved his hand, âWhy are you giving gifts? Youâre too polite.â
âI should, I should. Mr. Diaz, Iâll need your help after the New Year.â The man smiled sheepishly.
Juan Diaz waved his hand and said, âOkay, I got it. You can go.â
After the man left, Juan Diaz looked at Ethan Smith triumphantly and sarcastically said, âEdward Green said you were somebody important. How come nobody has come to pay you a New Yearâs visit during the New Year?â âMaybe itâs not time yet.â Ethan Smith casually said.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and thought, âConrad Schroeder and Ray Walters should come to pay me a New Yearâs visit..ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om