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When Duan Feifan walked into the banquet hall, he found that he had turned his back.

He stopped quickly and adjusted his steps.

Usually, he is not afraid of any social scenes and can withstand it most.

The key is that the scene in front of me has nothing to do with social interaction. The piano player was playing the piano and didn't look here. There were only six waiters who looked at them. They didn't take them seriously. After all, they had to be taken to the table like a 100-meter track.

But it's just nervous.

Because it's so fucking advanced.

It is the kind of advanced that Duan has never experienced in ordinary experience.

"Do I still need to order food?" Jiang Kuo is worthy of being a wealthy family. He walked in very freely, "My secretary has already told me, right?"

Jiang Kuo's words successfully made Duan Feifan return to his daily state because he wanted to hold back his laughter.

"Yes," the waiter brought them to the table and pulled a chair on this end. "We have prepared the menu given by your secretary Mr. Hu. You need to tell us when you start dining."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo sat down and looked at Duan Feifan. "I don't know what he ordered."

"Please, Mr. Duan." The waiter made a call gesture and took Duan Feifan to the chair opposite the table.

"I'm really sitting there?" Duan Feifan followed the way, looking back at Jiang Kuo, and raised his voice, "Mr. Hu must not send one of his intercoms to each of us?"

The waiter saw that he had not received professional training and laughed out loud without breaking down from the side.

"You sit over first," Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone, "Try it first."

"Why," Duan Feifan walked over and looked at him, "Talk on the phone?"

Jiang Kuo put down his cell phone and leaned on the chair. He laughed for a long time and couldn't stop.

After a while, he picked up his phone again: "Don't make me laugh first. I'll record this scene. Mr. Jiang probably hasn't eaten like this."

"The key to Mr. Jiang is that there is no secretary named Hu." Duan Feifan also took out his cell phone and took a photo at him.

"The flower in the middle will help me get the side," said Jiang Kuo, "I can't see anyone when I sit upright."

"Okay." The waiter moved several small flower baskets and vases in the middle of the table.

Jiang Kuo sat here and looked at Duan Feifan. The table was about six or seven meters long, not too long. It was a little longer than an ordinary car, and the old uncle's small truck was longer than it.

But it feels different to sit on both sides of the table like this.

It's really vast.

It’s okay to be vast. This distance, plus the waiters standing straight on both sides, they ate this birthday dinner like the boss of the company’s annual meeting.

"I'll take a look at the menu first, what are there?" Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand.

The waiter handed over the menu arranged by the cannon.

He looked at it and found that if he didn't fall in love, it was good. From the starter to the dessert and tea, it was not bad. The arrangement was very detailed. He even considered that they drove the car, so they exchanged all the wine for drinks and juices.

"Then what," Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan opposite him, "Can you serve the food?"

"Go," Duan Feifan raised his voice, "You are not Ele.me."

"Why don't you sit here?" Jiang Kuo said.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I want to experience the feeling of eating halfway through negotiations."

"Mystery." Jiang Kuo laughed.

"Hu Zhenyu is a fucking crazy." Duan Feifan said with a smile.

"Then let's serve." Jiang Kuo glanced at the menu, "The first plate is...baked snails and..."

"I don't want snails." Duan Feifan said immediately.

"Then you eat foie gras." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

The waiter started serving the dishes and pouring wine. Although the grape juice was poured, the rack style was still very sufficient.

"Birthday star." Duan Feifan raised his cup.

Jiang Kuo also picked up the cup and looked at him. "Happy birthday." Duan Feifan said.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

Duan Feifan took a sip of grape juice, put down the cup and continued to look at him. If it weren't for the fact that there were seven people next to a small truck, Duan Feifan would have to say something else later.

Hu Zhenyu really has no good intentions.

A couple had a birthday dinner and was forced into negotiations by Hu Zhenyu.

Moreover, Duan Feifan was sick and had to sit opposite him. He could not see his expression clearly if he was a little myopic.

The head plate is on, very delicate.

They finished a few bites in silence.

"Duan Feifan," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I'll give you three seconds."

"Here you come." Duan Feifan quickly got up and trotted to him, "Is that what it means?"

"Where is the chair!" Jiang Kuo said.

"After a while," Duan Feifan said, "What is behind the head plate?"

"Tang." Jiang Kuo said.

"Then I'll give you a birthday gift before serving the soup." Duan Feifan said.

"That," Jiang Kuo leaned into his ear, "Do you have any performance process? Do you need a waiter to avoid it?"

"No," Duan Feifan whispered, "Even if I have a performance process, is that shameful process? I don't take off my clothes."

"Your performance is more ruthless than taking off your clothes." Jiang Kuo couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

"Don't worry, it's okay. I just looked at this venue," Duan Feifan looked at the door, "It's okay, the guests who are eating don't come here..."

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Kuo became alert.

"This is your first birthday after we were together," Duan Feifan said, "I'll give you a surprise."

Before Jiang Kuo could speak, Duan Feifan waved to the service. A young man approached them. Duan Feifan pointed to the window: "If the curtain is pulled up and the light is turned off, how dark will it be?"

The young man glanced at the curtains: "We are blackout curtains, with a 90% shading."

"What does it mean to be 90%?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's basically black." said the young man.

"Okay," Duan Feifan nodded, "Secretary Cannon...Secretary Hu has enclosed this hall, right?"

"Yes, you can arrange to pull the curtains, turn off the lights, and close the door." The young man reacted quickly.

"Then please turn off the lights and pull the curtains," Duan Feifan went over and took his bag, "The door was closed, I'll come in later."

"Duan Feifan," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Is it true or false?"

"Wait." Duan Feifan raised his eyebrows at him and went out with his bag.

Jiang Kuo was immediately very nervous. When he first entered the hall, he could feel Duan Feifan was a little restrained, but it was really a little, a little. Once he adapted, the nature of a social madman would not allow him to keep a low profile.

Jiang Kuo could only watch a few waiters pull the curtains up with great enthusiasm.

Of course, the waiter was very excited. The meal was originally very lively and could be watched. Now there is a part of the show, so it is even more exciting.

The only calm one is the piano player. The piano player is a girl wearing a beautiful long dress. Since they came in, they have never looked here, but just focused on playing the piano.

"The lights are going to turn off now. Mr. Jiang, don't walk around. The curtains are very dark. After the lights are turned off, it will be very dark." The young man reminded Jiang Kuo.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo glanced at the pianist.

"She's fine." The young man smiled.

"Okay," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, took out his cell phone, and started recording videos at the door, "turn off the lights and watch the show."

The waiter there turned off the lights in the banquet hall one by one.

The switches were all together, and they could turn them off with just a slap, but the waiter felt very ritual. He pressed them one by one and it took twenty seconds to press them. The light in the hall dimmed little by little, and finally all of them were blackened.

This blackout curtain is good, Jiang Kuo feels that he can install one in the bedroom on the tenth floor and stay in bed in the morning.

The young man walked to the door and said, "It's ready."

Two seconds later, the door was pushed open.

Although the banquet hall had already turned black, it was still noon outside. As soon as the door opened, the silhouette of Duan Feifan supporting the door frame was immediately clearly presented.

It was no longer a silhouette. It was so bright that a large ball held in his hand and the rose in his mouth had already jumped into his eyes.

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo held his forehead with his hands, and sighed and let out a crazy laugh that could not be suppressed.

"Why is it so bright?" Duan Feifan hurried in, "Close the door quickly."

Several waiters were happy and went over to close the door again.
To be continued...