Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 716 - 264: The Scheming Wang Xin (Part 2)

When Sun Dasheng was starting to lose patience, just then, an opportunity came knocking.

Why was he being so polite to his classmate Huang Han? That’s the trick of an old fox.

At this moment, the waiter brought the menu.

Sun Dasheng casually handed over the menu: "Ladies first, go ahead and order whatever you like, don’t be shy with this big boss here."

Wang Xin took the menu and couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

Logically speaking, she had been in the financial industry for almost ten years. Although she always modestly said she was just a low-level Karami in the company, it depended on who she was comparing with. Compared to the foreign colleagues in the company, she indeed couldn’t compete.

However, compared to classmates in other domestic industries or even those in the same industry, her salary and benefits were still quite commendable.

In recent years, she was always keen to attend class reunions, why?

To be honest, isn’t it just to show off after you’ve made it?

When classmates were earning an annual salary of two or three hundred thousand, she was already a millionaire with a bourgeois lifestyle.

She was undoubtedly the standout amongst them.

With an annual salary of a million, it’s truly at the top echelon of the white-collar world, the kingly rank of the working class in the country.

But, even so, when she saw the menu in her hand, she still thought: I can’t afford this, really can’t afford this.

Seeing her old classmate’s reaction, Huang Han picked up her own menu and immediately understood why: Oh my god, these dishes costing thousands or tens of thousands, can eating them really make you ascend to immortality?

So expensive?

This was also her first time having such an extravagant meal.

Looking at the boss’s calm demeanor, she instantly understood what the books always said about class differences.

It was laid bare right in front of her.

"Go ahead and order, is there nothing on the menu that’s to your liking?" Sun Dasheng asked with concern.

Huang Han almost rolled her eyes, is this even stuff I can order? My hands are shaking just thinking about it.

Wang Xin was almost having the same thought, feeling like her ten years in society were wasted, this was really eye-opening...

She finally understood what her company’s top executives were eating every day.

It was no longer a dream imagine of the Emperor’s golden hoe, a mere fantasy.

"President Sun, this is too extravagant, why don’t we go somewhere cheaper instead?" Wang Xin cautiously said.

As soon as she said it, she realized it wasn’t right—wasn’t this underestimating President Sun’s capability?

So she quickly added: "I know this meal is just a regular thing for you, President Sun, but it’s too much for me, I’m not worthy of you being so generous."

This was really pleasant to hear.

Sun Dasheng waved dismissively: "It’s okay, you’re an old classmate of Xiao Huang, what’s this talk about worth? Just order what you like, don’t be shy with me, or I’ll really get angry.

That said, Wang Xin naturally couldn’t say anything more.

She had to look down and start ordering from the luxury items on the menu.

Finally managing to order a few dishes, she couldn’t bring herself to order more. Sun Dasheng took the menu back, glanced at it, called the waiter, "Bring out all the signature dishes from your restaurant, let’s do that."

The waiter, baring a big smile, asked: "Sir, would you like some wine? We have all kinds of foreign spirits here, all authentic."

Sun Dasheng didn’t mind, looking at the two ladies.

Huang Han originally wanted to refuse; it’s nighttime, why drink? She had to work the next day.

Unexpectedly, her old classmate Wang Xin enthusiastically said: "President Sun, reuniting under the glow of your presence, let’s have a drink."

For her, a seasoned veteran, how could she not know the difference a drink makes to a meal?

No alcohol usually means a light meal, eat and leave.

With alcohol, there’s more to say...

Though she usually didn’t attend company drinking sessions, she did go to quite a few with friends.

About alcohol, what can you say, it’s not a good thing, better to drink less.

But at critical times, it’s indispensable. Without it, many things just can’t come to fruition.

Now, it’s that critical moment.

When everyone isn’t too familiar, and the vibe isn’t warming up, it acts as an unexpected catalyst.

After all, some things are only said when fueled by alcohol.

"Okay, bring a few bottles of your signature wine." He didn’t specify the brand, leaving it up to them to interpret.

The waiter, having seen such scenes often, smiled and said: "Alright, please wait a moment."

Soon after, the wine and dishes were all served.

The wine, naturally, was a mix of red wine and brandy; likely the red wine was prepared specifically for the ladies who couldn’t drink much, quite considerate.

Red wine needed to breathe for a bit, brandy could be drunk right away.

Thus, the clinking of glasses and exchanging of drinks began at the table.

Especially Wang Xin, who was very enthusiastic about toasting, delivering one set of toasting phrases after another, giving Huang Han a new perspective on this old classmate.

Over a decade had passed since they last met, and the change was significant indeed.

She mused inwardly.

Seeing the two drinking heartily, she could only lower her head and silently focus on her meal.

Eat, eat with voracity, eat up his wallet, bankrupt him.

Sun Dasheng, sitting nearby, naturally noticed his secretary’s peculiar behavior, but he didn’t call it out, simply continuing to chat with his secretary’s old classmate.

The impression this person left, how to put it: not good, but not bad either.

Because he had seen too many people like this.

Or rather, he was like this too before he had the system to back him up.

After ten or so years in society, achieving some results but not much, most people ended up like this.

Feeling some superiority in front of certain people, but quite inferior before others.

Neither here nor there, there used to be a term for them in the country: middle class.

However, he felt this term wasn’t quite right.

The accurate descriptor should be: middle class with no hope of climbing upward, but always at risk of falling down.

Trying to climb up, impossible.

The space above had long been occupied.

But falling down, a sudden poverty slide, that was simple enough, needing just a drastic drop in the housing market, or a stock market crash, for these people’s assets to shrink dramatically, back to square one.

He had deeply felt all this before.

So, he could understand the desperation in these people trying to climb up whenever they saw a chance.

But understanding was one thing; liking them, that wasn’t on the cards.

He still preferred his young secretary Huang Han, a simple-hearted girl just out of the ivory tower.

Why?

Well, that’s for you to grasp.

Wang Xin, noticing her old classmate eating quietly, sensed trouble; you couldn’t neglect your benefactor, especially when you needed her for more support later on.

So she enthusiastically offered a toast: "Don’t just eat, come on, let’s clink glasses, it’s been a long time, I’m so glad to see you."

Seeing her seemingly wanting to refuse, she immediately stood up.

Just in time, the red wine had breathed enough; she personally poured for Huang Han.

"I know you don’t usually drink, but red wine isn’t too strong, a little won’t hurt."

Now Huang Han was left with no choice but to drink.

After a glass of red wine, it went down and made Huang Han cough fiercely.

Sun Dasheng nearby chuckled, this wasn’t just someone who didn’t drink much, but likely someone who hadn’t drunk at all—a little white rabbit indeed.

So he smiled and said: "You’re drinking it wrong, draining a glass in one go? That way, of course it’ll choke you, sip it slowly, no one’s forcing you to drink here."

Wang Xin also laughed: "Didn’t expect you not to have drunk over all these years, it’s my fault, all my fault."

As she spoke, she handed over a napkin.

Huang Han took the napkin and wiped her mouth, "No worries, I was rushing it."

Taking little sips as her boss suggested, it wasn’t bad, it tasted quite good.

The reason she didn’t drink was because she had sneaked a drink of her father’s when she was young, got burned by the pungency, the taste was so unpleasant she remembered it her entire life, hence thereafter treated alcohol like poison.

Utterly unwilling to try even a sip.

Unexpectedly, it was just her old stereotype.

Turns out there’s good-tasting alcohol too.

Watching her enjoying the red wine leisurely, Wang Xin also got interested, poured herself a glass, and as she tasted it, oh, it’s lovely.

The taste of this wine costing tens of thousands per bottle was indeed different from those ordinary ones costing hundreds or thousands.

It was genuinely delicious.

Seeing the two comfortably sipping back and forth, Sun Dasheng snapped his fingers: "Waiter, take away the brandy, bring two more bottles of the red wine, right, the kind that doesn’t need breathing."

"Alright, sir." The waiter happily obliged, why? Because as the customer instructed her, he had stuffed a hefty wad of cash into her hand.

Stepping out of the private room, feeling the thickness slightly, she knew this tip was substantial.

Seldom did one encounter such generous and wealthy folks.