Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656: 182: Asking for Trouble at Your Doorstep! Venting Your Anger!_2

“This is the Han Chinese traditional costume, the Qiru Hanfu.”

Jia Zhenzhen nodded, “Oh, where did you buy this one?”

It’s so gorgeous! It makes her want to buy a set.

“Our boss had this custom made at a factory. She personally designed the patterns and styles.” The traditional Qiru Hanfu has wide sleeves, but we have modified it to narrow sleeves for serving convenience.”

“Your boss is quite proficient!” Jia Zhenzhen exclaimed.

“By the way, this is your queue number.” The waiter handed Shangguan Furong a white strip of paper.

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The paper was written number 58.

“What does this 58 mean?” Shangguan Furong asked.

The waiter explained, “You are the 58th group of customers, there are 57 groups ahead of you.”

“57 groups are waiting ahead!” Shangguan Furong exclaimed in surprise: “You must be joking!”

Even if each group spends half an hour eating, they still have to wait 28 hours!

The waiter laughed and said, “Don’t worry, our table turnover rate is quite fast, and the interior is spacious too. Sometimes, when one group finishes, several tables are immediately available. You probably only have to wait for a couple of hours.”

Shangguan Furong couldn’t even wait for ten to twenty minutes, let alone a couple of hours!

Shangguan Furong continued: “Didn’t I hear that you have some kind of VIP membership? Give us each one.”

With an apologetic look, the waiter said: “I’m sorry, comrade, our VIP membership cards are all sold out.”

Frankly, their staff never imagined that the membership cards, priced over 800 yuan each, would one day be sold out!

Even creating a shortage!

Shangguan Furong asked again, “How much is your membership card each?”

“Eight hundred and eighty-eight,” the waiter replied.

Eight hundred and eighty-eight, to ordinary people, is astronomical, but for the wealthy, it’s just a meal money, nothing more.

Shangguan Furong pulled out a wad of bills from her wallet, “Here, I have one thousand six hundred yuan. Set me up with your membership card.”

“Sorry, comrade, it’s not about the money.” There are many rich people in Beijing, who can readily offer thousands, but that still wouldn’t get them a card.