"Move aside!"
Qin Heng glanced indifferently at the male waiter. "You're just following orders, so I won't punish you. But if you dare to stop me again, the moment Qian Zhenghai shows up, you'll be fired on the spot!"
To say Qian Zhenghai collaborated with Qin Heng's family was merely a pleasantry; strictly speaking, Qian Zhenghai's survival depended entirely on business from the Qins. If the Qins were to immediately sever ties with Qian Zhenghai, then not just the Fairy Pavilion, but all of Qian Zhenghai's enterprises would face the grim fate of bankruptcy. Consequently, Qian Zhenghai absolutely dared not offend Qin Heng. Previously, when renting Qin Heng's helicopter, the daily rate should have been one million, yet he had actually paid five million—all in an effort to curry favor with Qin Heng. If Qian Zhenghai were to learn that Qin Heng had been obstructed by a mere waiter at the Fairy Pavilion, he would likely faint from sheer terror.
