At the most luxurious Emperor Western Restaurant in Jiangzhou, Zhao Xue threw red wine on Lin Fan's face in disgust: "Wearing this shabby takeout clothes, are you worthy of eating with me?"
The rich second generation stepped on his takeout box, and all the guests regarded him as trash.
Until—that powerful Butler Wang who covered the sky with one hand brought a hundred extended-length Lincolns and smashed the door open. He knelt down in public and cried bitterly: "Master! I have been looking for you for thirty years!"
CEOs of the world's top 500 companies lined up to serve tea, and their assets worth hundreds of billions were squandered at will.
Lin Fan lowered his head and glanced at the bright yellow jacket he was wearing, and smiled lightly: "This restaurant is too noisy, let's tear it down."
"From now on, this place will be changed to Jiangzhou No. 9 Waste Recycling Station for a group of takeaways."
From then on, the wealthy and aristocratic people all over the world bowed their heads to this food delivery man.
