How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

He Jing, who had heard every word of their conversation, only inwardly chuckled in bitterness...

She had put all her savings of recent years into making a down payment, had even incurred hundreds of thousands in credit card debt, and had almost gotten into legal trouble...

Meanwhile, what about Lin Jiayun...

She earned less than He Jing but normally checked into all kinds of high-end restaurants and entertainment venues, living a life a million times more comfortable than her own...

Especially when just a few sweet words could get her into a ready-made mansion worth tens of millions...

The disparity was simply too great...

Under the press of a series of today’s events, He Jing’s mentality was extremely fragile...

She began questioning what the point of her many years of persistence really was...

Gu Heng had no idea what He Jing was thinking; he walked into the Park Hyatt Hotel with Lin Jiayun wrapped in his arms...

The room manager Chen Hao, having received the news beforehand, was already waiting in the lobby, chatting with the front desk when he saw Mr. Gu, he immediately greeted him, "Mr. Gu."

Having not seen him for more than half a month, Chen Hao was dressed the same as ever, unchanged.

Seeing Chen Hao’s enthusiasm, Mr. Gu also smiled and greeted him while instructing, "Get me a room. Just give me the card later, I’m going up to eat first."

"The presidential suite again?"

"Whatever you see fit. Also, arrange someone to show me the way to the restaurant, I plan to eat first."

Gu Heng’s casual reply was seen as affirmation by Chen Hao, who quickly gestured to a waiter and instructed, "These guests want to dine, take them up."

Having said that, he switched back to his respectful demeanor and faced Mr. Gu, "Is Mr. Gu planning to go to the Chinese restaurant or the Western restaurant?"

Without even thinking, Mr. Gu said, "Chinese restaurant."

Starving to the point of being able to feel his front sticking to his back, what Western food? He just wanted to eat some rice to fill his stomach.

"Then Mr. Gu, you go up and dine first, and I’ll proceed with the check-in for you, I’ll come up later to find you."

Mr. Gu nodded slightly and followed the waiter toward the elevator...

Watching the waiter press the elevator button for him, though it was just a small gesture, it made Mr. Gu feel subtly privileged...

That long-missed sense of privilege...

Being back home for half a month, he had been serving others every day...

Taking his parents out to visit for the new year goes without saying, serving his own parents was only right.

The main trouble was also driving those relatives who didn’t have cars back to their homes...

They were scattered all over, one here, another there, even in the neighboring county. During that time at home, the places Mr. Gu frequented the most were gas stations, making him feel like an illegal taxi driver...

...

"Sir, the Chinese restaurant is here," said the waiter as the elevator stopped on the 37th floor.

As Mr. Gu stepped out, the waiter promptly started to lead the way.

Although it was the same Black Pearl Two-Diamond Restaurant, this Chinese restaurant was clearly of a higher class than the Western restaurant he visited last time...

Right at the entrance, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he captured in one glance the expansive view of the Qiantang River. Mr. Gu didn’t know much about interior design, but this warm-toned Chinese decor was far superior to the cold feel of the Western restaurant...

The occasional wafts of food aroma were already stirring Mr. Gu’s appetite...

Seeing Mr. Gu seated at the table picking up the menu, a waiter who had completed the handover came up to him promptly, saying, "Sir, our Yue Xuan Restaurant specializes in Jiangzhe Cuisine and Cantonese Cuisine. Today’s chef’s recommendation is West Lake Bamboo Fish.

Unlike the traditional Hangzhou Cuisine West Lake Vinegar Fish, our restaurant uses fresh bamboo fish to avoid the muddy taste that carps or grass carps bring. Moreover, our chef personally prepares the vinegar sauce, which greatly enhances the flavor compared to the traditional West Lake Vinegar Fish."

Mr. Gu paid no attention to the waiter’s introduction.

In his eyes, the most humiliating way for a fish to die was to be turned into West Lake Vinegar Fish.

Forget about some bamboo fish he had never heard of before, even if this restaurant used wild yellow croakers costing thousands per pound, Mr. Gu had no interest in trying it. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He glanced at the menu featuring signature dishes like crab meat tofu, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, Longjing shrimp, and many others all adding up to over a dozen dishes, then he pointed to the West Lake Bamboo Fish recommended by the waiter and spoke slowly, "Give me a portion of everything except this West Lake Bamboo Fish."

The waiter, thinking Mr. Gu was impressed with his introduction, was just about to praise more when he heard Mr. Gu’s words and became slightly bewildered...

But that feeling lasted less than half a second before he responded, repeating to confirm, "You mean to order one portion of each of the remaining 11 signature dishes, excluding the West Lake Bamboo Fish?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I’ll arrange that right away."

"Tell your kitchen to speed things up, don’t dawdle."

The already departed waiter quickened his pace upon hearing Mr. Gu’s words.

No matter how unreasonable the guest’s request, they always had to handle it with care, a line repeatedly emphasized during their training.

With the waiter gone, taking advantage of the moment, Mr. Gu looked at He Jing sitting silently across from him and asked, "So, what’s the situation exactly?"

"Ah?"

Initial confusion crossed He Jing’s face, then with a self-mocking smile, she explained, "Didn’t I tell you before at the office? I used all the money for the down payment, I’m really short on cash. That’s why I thought about trying hard with live streaming to make some money. I streamed all day and night, but it’s useless...

After calculating my share every day, I make at most a thousand dollars..."