"Larry, the life of the rich is just amazing! When will we ever be this wealthy? That would be incredible!" Sigel reminisced, still savoring the feeling of driving the luxury sports car.
Walking beside him, Larry shook his head and said, "I don't know, but when we et Mr. Mavi later, make sure you don't say anything inappropriate, okay?"
"Of course!" Sigel promised without hesitation.
After experiencing Mavi's hospitality, even though they hadn't t him in person yet, both Larry and Sigel already had an extrely positive impression of him. To the point that it was almost admiration—admiration for his imnse wealth…
Five minutes later, in the high-end restaurant on the top floor of the Pullman Hotel, Larry and Sigel entered, each dragging a suitcase, led by the butler.
The two n were dressed in outdated suits, perfectly fitting the stereotypical image of IT guys. Their neatly tied ties made them look like they were here for an interview rather than a business eting.
"Is the restaurant closed? Why is there no one here?" Sigel checked his watch. It was almost 6 PM, typically the busiest ti for a restaurant, especially in a five-star hotel like the Pullman.
"The reason, Mr. Sigel, is that our young master has reserved the entire restaurant for tonight," the butler, Ivan, explained patiently.
Had Mavi not specifically instructed him to treat these two guests with the utmost respect, Ivan wouldn't have bothered answering such an obvious question.
"Oh! I see, haha!" Sigel laughed awkwardly, realizing his mistake. At 26 years old, he still lacked the composure and experience that would co with age. To put it bluntly, he was just a fledgling IT entrepreneur.
Larry, walking beside him, subtly tugged at his suit, signaling him to compose himself and not act like soone who had never seen wealth before.
Just as Larry was about to say sothing, sothing unexpected happened—the outer section of the restaurant's dining area began to rotate slowly in a clockwise direction, visible to the naked eye!
Larry rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things due to exhaustion from traveling. But after blinking and looking again, he saw that the round tables covered with white tablecloths were indeed moving!
"Hey, Sigel, what's going on with this restaurant? Why does it feel like it's moving?" Larry asked quietly.
To his surprise, Sigel rolled his eyes and replied nonchalantly, "It's a revolving restaurant, of course it moves. Didn't you notice the na when we walked in?"
Larry's face instantly flushed with embarrassnt. Despite being only a year older than Sigel, he always tried to act mature and experienced.
"Oh… so it's a revolving restaurant. Damn it, why didn't I see the sign?" Larry muttered awkwardly as they walked further in.
The restaurant took 45 minutes to complete one full rotation. However, only the outer ring and the central pillar rotated, not the entire restaurant.
Half a minute later, under Ivan's guidance, they arrived at a table deeper inside the restaurant.
At that mont, Ivan approached a casually dressed young white man and respectfully said, "Young master, Mr. Larry and Mr. Sigel are here."
"Alright, thank you," the young man responded with a slight smile before standing up from the table.
Dressed in suits, Larry and Sigel felt slightly nervous as the young man gracefully walked toward them. Even though they were, on average, six years older than him, they couldn't help feeling uneasy.
"H-hello, M-Mr. Mavi," Larry stamred, his smile stiff with nerves.
"Hello, have a seat, both of you," Mavi said generously, gesturing for them to sit down.
Just then, the restaurant manager, the head chef, and all the waitstaff lined up neatly in front of Mavi.
"Mr. Mavi, here is our restaurant's nu for you to review. Let introduce you—these two gentlen are our chefs…"
Dressed in a black suit, the restaurant manager spoke respectfully and enthusiastically. Watching this unfold, Larry and Sigel, who had just taken their seats, were secretly in awe.
The life of the wealthy was simply too luxurious! Not only did they dine in a high-end restaurant, but they also had the entire place to themselves, with the chefs and staff catering exclusively to them. It was pure indulgence.
Mavi took the nu handed to him by the manager, then turned to Larry and Sigel, who were also holding nus. "Order whatever you like, don't be shy."
"Okay, okay!"
"Yes, yes!"
The two nodded repeatedly in agreent, their deference making Mavi chuckle. It was amusing to think that these two n would one day beco CEOs of a company valued at 900 billion dollars.
People who would, in the future, walk with their noses in the air were now sitting in front of him, timid as children. It was almost unbelievable.
"We'll have, uh… a five-ounce black pepper steak, cream corn soup, apple strudel…"
Despite being company founders, Larry and Sigel had been reinvesting all their earnings back into their startup, leaving little room for luxury. For the past year and a half, they had barely spent money on themselves, with most of their expenses going toward IT equipnt and storage solutions.
Hearing their modest order, Mavi couldn't help but sigh internally. These were all relatively inexpensive dishes, a drop in the ocean compared to what he had spent renting out the restaurant.
He glanced at the restaurant manager and noticed him carefully writing down the order, pretending not to be amused. But Mavi could tell the manager was probably ecstatic—this was easy money.
Though Mavi had plenty of wealth, he wasn't one to let himself be taken advantage of. So after Larry and Sigel finished ordering, he casually flipped through the nu and said to the manager:
"I'll have the Wellington steak, dium-well, slow-cooked beef tongue, Australian lobster, signature jumbo crab… oh, and bring us six cases of 1982 Château Lafite."
Renting the entire restaurant required a minimum spend. When Mavi noticed that the 1982 Lafite was going for a re $800 per bottle, he didn't hesitate to order six cases—36 bottles in total!
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