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

But Zheng Jiayi didn't know how to respond to him...

Comparing a street food stall with a Michelin-starred restaurant in terms of value for money, wasn't that just bullying...

Looking at the few people still standing around him, Gu Heng said, "Don't stand there, everyone sit down."

Zheng Jiayi: "No need, Mr. Gu, we're fine standing..."

"Ah, cut the crap, sit down. Isn't the whole point of ordering so much food to share it with everyone?

Tonight we're all friends, let's all dig in, it's my treat!"

Seeing that the several bodyguards and Zheng Jiayi still didn't seem inclined to sit down, Gu Heng pulled out his trump card: "What's the matter? A request is not enough, do I have to lodge a complaint to get you to sit down?" Stay connected with empire

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiayi hurriedly arranged for the four bodyguards to sit at the positions farthest from Gu Heng, then she sat down beside him...

Seeing this, Gu Heng chuckled and said, "That's more like it, why have so many rules when we are out having fun?

Fourteen dishes, just for Xu Ying and me to eat, wouldn't the rest go to waste?"

Hearing the word 'waste', Zheng Jiayi thought of the table of dishes personally cooked by the chef earlier... and couldn't help but complain in her heart... if anyone knew about wasting, it was Gu Heng...

.....

The food at the street stall might not be comparable in taste to fine dining...

But in terms of efficiency, it was top-notch...

It didn't take long for two aunts to bring over dish after dish of shiny, greasy food...

The presentation wasn't exactly up to par...

The most expensive dishes were only a few ten yuan each, so you can't expect them to pay extra attention to the plating.

But the wafting aroma was enough to tempt Gu Heng's cravings...

He tore open the disposable chopsticks and dove right into the feast...

Seeing how deliciously Gu Heng was eating, Zheng Jiayi, who had been waiting at the airport since noon and had been busy all afternoon, couldn't help but swallow her saliva...

But at this moment, she was still hesitating whether to pick up her chopsticks...

Having studied butler knowledge for so many years, such basic etiquette was engraved in her bones, and it was hard for her to let go all at once...

Gu Heng, who had already taken a few bites, saw that no one else was eating and couldn't help but say, "Why aren't you eating?

The taste is pretty good, although it's a bit off from Tianlongxuan, but it has enough of a down-to-earth flavor."

After saying that, Gu Heng turned to one of the aunts who was still busy and said, "Auntie, do you have anything to drink? Could you bring 7 bottles for us, please."

Upon hearing this, the aunt hurriedly brought over a few bottles of drinks in glass bottles...

Gu Heng didn't mind the aunt's greasy hands, thanked her, took the drink, and then used the bottle opener on the table to open one, passing it to a hotel security guard at the farthest position: "Buddy, have a bottle."

Security guard: "???"

Before coming here, Zheng Jiayi had made it very clear who this man was...

The idea of such a wealthy boss offering them drinks was beyond their wildest thoughts. The guard quickly stood up, ready to decline.

But Gu Heng simply pushed the drink in front of him, chuckling, "It's fine, don't see me as a hotel customer while we're at the same table, just treat me as a friend."

After saying this, with Xu Ying's help, he started to open the rest of the drinks...

It wasn't until everyone had a bottle in hand that Gu Heng, holding his drink, said, "No need for a long speech, let's toast!"

A few people hesitantly looked at each other and then clinked glasses with Gu Heng...

Zheng Jiayi had also roughly understood Gu Heng's casual nature by then, and was no longer as restrained as before. She began to actively go along with Gu Heng, occasionally clinking glasses with him, introducing the food, and even sharing some childhood stories to lighten the mood...

For a moment, this odd dinner party composed of a billionaire, a personal secretary, a personal butler, and hotel security appeared surprisingly harmonious...

Gu Heng's table, which had ordered a lot of food...

After being busy, the boss even came over to offer a toast...

The customers dining around them, hearing Gu Heng's Mandarin accent, knew he was from the Mainland and greeted him very politely, chatting with him in the Dongguang-flavored Cantonese...

Looking at Zheng Jiayi sitting beside him, Gu Heng joked, "What made the personal butler of a five-star hotel's presidential suite forsake the high-end food provided by the hotel to accompany me in eating at a street stall?

Is it love? Is it duty?"

Seeing Gu Heng joking, Zheng Jiayi also responded with a smile, "It's because you love to eat."

"Haha, burp~ I really like the taste of everyday life. An occasional meal like this is much more enjoyable than fancy restaurants."

The meal lasted over an hour and truly they had eaten their fill; a satisfied belch escaped Gu Heng as he chuckled.

Zheng Jiayi simply smiled respectfully at Gu Heng's words, without saying much.

"What? Don't you like this atmosphere?"

"I do."

"Then why do I find your laughter somewhat forced?"

An hour was ample time for Zheng Jiayi to understand Gu Heng's personality.

Zheng Jiayi was no longer as reserved as she'd been in the afternoon and laughingly said, "Do you really want me to say it, Mr. Gu? It might dampen your spirits if I speak up."

"No worries, speak freely, I definitely won't complain about you."

Hearing Gu Heng jest, Zheng Jiayi continued smiling, "Actually, only someone with your status and position, Mr. Gu, can afford to say they enjoy the taste of everyday life. We ordinary people don't have that privilege.

For you, it's an experience.

For the vast majority, this is life.

After enjoying this taste of life, you can return to the big bed in our hotel's presidential suite and fall asleep drinking high-end wine, but those folks who were chatting with you can only return to their cramped pigeonhole apartments to struggle for their livelihood tomorrow."

Listening to Zheng Jiayi's words, Gu Heng suddenly fell silent...

She was indeed telling the truth...

His past was not just this so-called "taste of everyday life," queuing daily at the fast food joint for a box of food that cost a dozen or so yuan.

Why didn't he feel it was enjoyable at the time?

Zheng Jiayi's voice rose again: "To be honest, I don't really like the term 'taste of everyday life'... because having money is the taste of life; being without is just compelled by life...

Though my workplace is much better than theirs, in reality, I'm still part of the same group.

There's a saying that goes...

If you have no money, Hong Kong Island is just a village, with only pigeonhole apartments and pickled mustard rice. If you have money, Hong Kong Island is the dazzling Pearl of the Orient, a tax-free shopping paradise."

After saying this, Zheng Jiayi looked at the silent Gu Heng and suddenly realized...

She had perhaps become too reflective all of a sudden...

Just as she was about to apologize to Gu Heng, he waved his hand with a smile.

Zheng Jiayi wasn't wrong; he himself had only recently climbed out of that stage.

But Gu Heng had no intention of dwelling on the unpleasant past...

If the system had already pulled him out of the mire, why bother about the past?

All he needed to do now was enjoy himself.

Whether it's the dazzle of Hong Kong Island or just the pigeonhole apartments and pickled mustard rice of the village, to him, it's all enjoyment.

Because.

He has money.

With money, enjoyment is everywhere.