Qian Zhengqing stood at the door, pacing uneasyly.

Looking at his movements, the waiter at the door of the cafe behind him looked at him with a curious look in his eyes, and he was always wondering, what exactly is this person going to do?

From the beginning to now, Qian Zhengqing has been in this state for more than ten minutes.

If he hadn't seen Qian Zhengqing get off a BMW with his own eyes, he would have spoken up and drove people away. This was going around at his doorstep, which would have affected his business. If the foreman saw him, he would probably be scolded again.

Well, the bad taste of rich people!

The waiter curled his lips, and then thought in his heart that when one day he became a rich man, he must show off. At that time, money, beauty, luxury cars and mansions must not be missing. Become a ceo, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the peak of his life.

"It's pitiful, just give me a few bites!"

Just as the waiter was secretly yelling in his heart, a trembling old voice came to his ears, awakening him from his wonderful fantasy.

After being disturbed by his dream, the waiter was immediately very upset. He looked in the direction of the sound. The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of eyes with a terrifying look.

Standing in front of him was an old man in ragged clothes. Although it was already spring, the capital city at the end of March was still carrying the last cold. Most of the people on the street were still wearing down or keeping warm. The old man in front of him was covered with dense patches, and a shabby straw hat on his head. His skin was dark. His hands, which looked like a dead tree root, were densely covered with frostbite. He was holding a simple tea tank in his hand, looking at the waiter in front of him with an awkward smile. In addition to being frightened, he also had a bit of strong hope.

Although there is never a shortage of people who are begging as their profession in this world, and such people have been repeatedly exposed in recent media, there are some people who only need to take a look at them and can tell the difference between them and those fake beggars.

Just like the old man in front of him.

The waiter was a little annoyed at this time. After seeing the old man, he suddenly became even more furious and said to the old man impatiently: "Go and go, don't be here. This is not a place you can come. Get out of the way and delay the business in the store. Do you know what kind of people are here!"

With contempt and disgust in his eyes, he waved his hands at the old man.

After hearing the waiter's words, the old man's eyes, which had a strong hope flashed in his eyes, suddenly became dim. Facing the waiter's disgust expression that he was afraid of, he smiled awkwardly, with a little hesitation on his face. The pair of feet covered with dirt, took a few steps, as if they wanted to leave, but they might be a little unwilling to leave, so he mustered up the courage and waved the teapot in the waiter's hand: "Okay, okay, just give some food. The family is in trouble, the son and daughter-in-law are gone, the old woman is so sick that she can't get rid of her health. I am too..."

"You old guy, don't have ears? You can't hear me telling you to get out, right? I've been talking nonstop here since the beginning. Who would like to hear the messy things in your house? Get out quickly!" Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the waiter's roar like a cannon. Seeing that the old man seemed to be stunned by his sudden outbreak, standing there with a look of shock, he waved his hand and opened the tea tank in the old man's hand.

The tea tank flew to one side, slurped on the ground a few times, and just landed at Qian Zhengqing's feet, awakening Qian Zhengqing from his thoughts just now, subconsciously glanced around a few times, and then saw what happened here.

After hearing the waiter's roar, he couldn't help but frown. He first bent down, picked up the teapot, and then walked towards the other side with big strides.

On this side, the waiter was angrily shouting. Then he saw the customer who had been paced outside the door walking towards this side. He waved impatiently at the old man: "Let's go quickly, don't stand here, don't delay our business!"

After saying that, an exaggerated smile appeared on his face again, and he looked at Qian Zhengqing with a smile: "Hello, how many of you?"

Facing the waiter who looked flattering, Qian Zhengqing ignored it and did not even look at him. Instead, he walked straight to the old man. He was tall and big, and his figure suddenly enveloped the old man.

Looking at Qian Zhengqing with a blank expression, the old man trembled with fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could make a sound, Qian Zhengqing stretched out his hand, held his shoulder, led him to the steps on one side, and let him sit there.

The old man still didn't understand what was going on and struggled to stand up, but after being glared at by Qian Zhengqing, he no longer had the courage to resist. He sat there obediently, looking nervous, as if he didn't know what bad luck would come to him.

As for the tea jar, it was always held by Qian Zhengqing in his hand and not returned to the old man.

After this, Qian Zhengqing turned around and walked into it, ignored the waiter who wanted to come and show his diligence, and walked straight to the bar.

"Hello sir, is there anything you can serve you?" The waitress at the bar said politely to Qian Zhengqing. Looking at Qian Zhengqing with a gentle temperament, her eyes almost shining.

But her smile soon solidified on her face.

Just as she finished speaking, Qian Zhengqing put the broken teapot in her hand on the bar, and then said calmly: "Feel steak, it must be fast. As for the number of servings, fill this teapot for me!"

Hearing Qian Zhengqing's words, the waiter instantly petrified. She raised her head and subconsciously felt that Qian Zhengqing was here to make trouble. She was about to call someone, but she saw Qian Zhengqing take out her wallet and click out a few bright red bills and throw them on the table: "What's left is your tip, and you can cut the steak into small pieces for me!"

The waitress looked at Qian Zhengqing blankly, and after a long time, she ordered a meal for Qian Zhengqing with a complicated expression.

Fifteen minutes later, Qian Zhengqing, in the eyes of the waiter, held a teapot with a steaming steak, and went straight to the old man with an uneasy look, and then slowly bent down and placed the teapot in front of him, then walked away with a stern look, and the waiter at the door had a white face and a red look.

Although Qian Zhengqing didn't say a word, what he did made the waiter feel was a silent lesson and irony to him...

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