The population of Jiangli City is already quite dense, and coupled with the excellent cuisine and service of this restaurant, it is always packed during al tis.
You usually need to make a reservation in advance to get a seat.
If you arrive late, you will basically have to queue outside the store. On holidays, waiting in line for two hours for a al is normal.
Today, Station Chief Qiao is treating, so Li Jingsheng naturally doesn’t need to worry about making a reservation.
Jidong Restaurant is located at the east exit of Old Street of South City, with a great view of the river, making it an ideal location. Diners sitting in the private rooms on the second floor can enjoy the river view.
Moreover, the parking lot is also very large.
To save on parking fees, many diners simply park their cars on the sidewalk.
A long stretch of sidewalk in front of the restaurant can be used for parallel parking.
Li Jingsheng didn’t do so well in the past, couldn’t afford a car, and mostly relied on walking or riding his motorcycle to get around. But in terms of comfort, a car is definitely more comfortable.
When it rained, riding a motorcycle was a real pain.
Now no matter where he goes, it’s either on foot, by bus, or by taxi.
It’s definitely not as convenient as having his own private car.
Once he has money soday, he’s sure to get a car like Boss Zhao.
When he arrived at the restaurant entrance, it was exactly 6:27 PM.
Arriving two minutes early, that counts as his etiquette towards Station Chief Qiao.
"Welco! Do you have a reservation?"
The young hostess at the door was wearing a slit cheongsam, and she was really tall, at least over one ter seventy.
Wearing high heels, she was taller than many n.
It seems many hotels like to use this kind of tactic to lure custors.
"I’m invited by soone, supposedly in a private room on the second floor."
The server saw he was dressed rather plainly, and her gaze and attitude just maintained a level of basic courtesy.
"Do you know which private room it is?"
"I don’t know."
"Do you know the na of the person who made the reservation?"
"The surna is Qiao."
Li Jingsheng hadn’t asked specifically which private room it was.
"Sorry, none of the guests who reserved the seventeen private rooms on the second floor have the surna Qiao. Could you possibly make a call to confirm?"
The server looked at him with growing suspicion.
It’s common for so people to sneak into the restaurant to eat others’ leftovers, and so even sneak in to steal guests’ belongings. The restaurant’s security is relatively good.
Apparently, Li Jingsheng was mistaken for one of those people.
"Hey, Brother Li, Brother Li, we’ve been waiting for you! Over here, over here!"
Boss Zhao was standing at the stairs on the second floor, waving and shouting at him.
"Oh, it turns out the person treating you is Boss Zhao! Please, co in!"
The server apologetically gestured him to enter.
"Is the person who made the reservation Boss Zhao?"
"Yes! That private room was reserved by Boss Zhao. Enjoy your al."
The hostess confird.
Being a hostess in these days isn’t easy. You even have to rember the nas of the people who made the reservations. However, this restaurant indeed pays a lot of attention to service details.
Although it was Station Chief Qiao treating, it was Boss Zhao who organized and paid for everything. Old Zhao is indeed resourceful in social interactions.
Li Jingsheng quickly walked toward the stairs to the second floor.
"We were worried you wouldn’t show up, I was about to head over to your clinic. Station Chief Qiao is already here, let’s hurry up!"
Boss Zhao was so enthusiastic, he must be acting as the middleman.
In other words, whatever Station Chief Qiao needed, Boss Zhao would rush around to handle it.
This also showed that the relationship between Boss Zhao and Station Chief Qiao must be quite close.
To have a clinic on Old Street of South City for over twenty years and to get stronger, surely it’s well-rooted with many resources.
The na of the private room was ’Autumn’.
There shouldn’t be any special aning in reserving this private room.
The door was open.
Upon entering, he could see that five people had already taken their seats.
Three n and two won.
The fair-skinned man sitting in the main seat was Station Chief Qiao.
At forty-seven or eight, dignified in appearance with an imposing presence, slightly chubby with a very white and bright complexion. The first impression one gets is that his nose is particularly large and sowhat disproportionate to the rest of his facial features.
Generally speaking, people with big noses tend to be more temperantal and ambitious.
Such people tend to be in extres; they either achieve great feats or remain at the bottom, doing hard labor or living as drifters.
Because of their short-tempered nature, if they’re male and at rock bottom, they’re more likely to get into fights.
They can resort to violence over a verbal disagreent.
Station Chief Qiao is the head of the health station, holding a high position with significant power, naturally exhibiting an extraordinary aura.
Sitting to his right was a young woman, around twenty-six or seven years old, with decent looks, though she was relatively petite.
Li Jingsheng had a vague impression of her, likely a nurse at the health station.
Inviting her to the gathering was probably to liven up the atmosphere and maybe smooth things over if necessary.
The other middle-aged man had a horse face with fierce features, dark skin, and a short stature.
Even with fraless glasses, it couldn’t diminish much of his fierceness.
This man may not look impressive, but he’s the leading surgeon at the health station, Ding Shouwang.
He used to be a doctor in the colorectal surgery departnt of a big hospital.
I heard he failed to reach the associate senior level and resigned in anger.
Then he was brought in as a prized catch by the South City Health Station. Because of Ding Shouwang’s presence, the health station’s surgical standard has indeed been elevated.
The station’s services in hemorrhoids and prolapse have seen significant growth in the past two years.
From the mont Li Jingsheng entered, Ding Shouwang locked his gaze on him.
The two had never actually had any dealings with each other.
The seat to the left of Station Chief Qiao was empty.
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