Now that I'm reborn, it's not too much to be a rich, white and beautiful woman, right?

Zeng Xiaofan has no talent for playing golf.

No matter how Lao Wang taught and demonstrated, Xiao Fan was too lazy to learn. Her mind had already drifted to her own office.

But it was not easy to offend Lao Wang, so he just said perfunctorily: "Well, I'm useless, I'll give it a try, uncle."

Seeing this, Old Wang no longer forced Xiaofan to play golf. He smiled and said, "It's normal for young people not to like this sport for middle-aged and elderly people."

"Xiao Fan, are you hungry? Uncle will treat you to a delicious meal."

"To be honest, I've been hungry for a long time!" Zeng Xiaofan's eyes lit up immediately when he heard there was food.

Several people came to the restaurant in a golf cart.

"I don't know whether you like Chinese food or Western food?"

"Only children make choices. I like them all." Zeng Xiaofan said.

"Haha, okay, okay, this one tastes good, you should try it."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Wang Jianlin waved his hand and said gentlemanly, "Zeng Xiaofan, please take a seat first."

Assistant Xiao Zhang followed the whole process. He was very considerate and helped Xiao Fan to open a seat. He said softly, "Ms. Zeng, please sit down."

At this time, a foreign waiter wearing a tall hat pushed a cart to the front, looked straight ahead, and served the dishes carefully.

Zeng Xiaofan looked at the Western food in front of him. A lone blade of grass was placed next to a small piece of meat as a decoration. There was a trace of green mustard on the porcelain plate, and some pepper and salt were sprinkled here and there. Just cook, why do you have to do these incomprehensible artistic styles?

If the piece of meat was a little bigger, it would barely be enough to fill the gaps between teeth. The problem was that the meat was too small, even smaller than the duck neck that Zeng Xiaofan loved to eat.

"That's all? Uncle? Can this fill you up?"

"I can eat enough, and I guarantee you won't go hungry."

"There's more at the back. Look how anxious you are." After saying that, Wang Jianlin took the knife in his left hand and the fork in his right hand, and elegantly picked up the piece of meat on the plate that was smaller than a duck neck, and began to chew it carefully.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan had no choice but to pick up the pitifully small piece of meat and taste it.

"How is it? Is it to your taste, Xiaofan?" Wang Jianlin asked with concern.

"It's not delicious at all. It's not even as good as the chicken leg rice at Shaxian Snacks near my school." Xiao Fan said dissatisfiedly.

"Hahahaha! You are such a naughty kid!" Wang Jianlin was so amused by Xiao Fan that he almost spat out the piece of meat he had just eaten.

It was a few years ago that Xiao Zhang, an assistant standing by and on call, saw his boss Wang Jianlin laughing so happily.

"There are still some dishes, Xiaofan, take your time to eat."

"Xiao Fan, would you like something to drink? Beverages, wine, anything you want." Wang Jianlin asked.

"Uncle, can you drink? Your health is important, so drink less."

"Why can't I drink? Let me tell you, when I was young, guess what my nickname was."

"What's it called?"

"When I was young, I was nicknamed 'drunkard'. The so-called wine fairy and drunkard were all lies."

"Wow, that's amazing! Only the word 'barrel' can highlight your true strength, uncle."

"A wine barrel? How much can one drink? Wow, tut, tut, tut, it's horrible. So terrifying!"

"Back then, your uncle relied on this drinking capacity to get clients drunk one by one, and established his empire at the table!" The two words "can't" and "can't" are the most taboo for men. Even a tycoon like Wang Jianlin is no exception. He talked a lot about his entrepreneurial journey back then.

Wang Jianlin became more and more excited as he talked about how he upgraded, fought monsters, and overcame all obstacles.

"Come on, bring the wine!" After saying that, Wang Jianlin snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Wang, please wait a moment." The waiter guarding the door answered, gently pushed the door open, then took a few steps back, turned around and gently closed the door.

After a while, two waiters wearing tall hats came pushing a dining cart. One was responsible for serving the dishes, and the other was responsible for unscrewing the caps of the red wine bottles.

"Uncle, why don't you not drink it? I can't drink it, so I'll just drink AD calcium milk." Xiao Fan advised.

"Ms. Zeng, please wait a moment." Assistant Xiao Zeng immediately went out to make arrangements.

After a while, a foreign waiter slowly walked up with an exquisite tray covered with purple velvet and a bottle of AD calcium milk.

Assistant Xiao Zhang, wearing white gloves, was very ceremonial. He personally tore open the plastic seal of the straw for Xiao Fan, inserted the straw, handed it to her and said, "Ms. Zeng, please taste it."

"The lives of rich people are indeed simple and unpretentious. Uncle, although the food you eat is not that good, the service you enjoy is really great, and the emotional value is full!"

"Hahahahahaha! Little friend Xiaofan and I hit it off right away!" Wang Jianlin laughed so hard at Xiaofan's teasing that his stomach hurt.

"Since you said so, next time, I must take you to taste what the most delicious food in the world is!"

"What's the most delicious thing in the world?"

"Let me tell you, there's a new clam vermicelli restaurant that's opened on the snack street in my school. The taste is absolutely amazing!" Xiao Fan shook his head as he looked at the plates of Michelin three-star delicacies in front of him that looked beautifully decorated but were actually very unpalatable.

"Hahahaha! Then I will definitely come next time."

"That's it, uncle."

"Xiao Fan, you're not full yet, are you? Eat quickly and don't be polite with uncle."

"Yeah, I'm full, uncle." This Western food is so damn disgusting, Zeng Xiaofan thought to himself, it's so easy to cheat rich people out of their money.

Although I, Zeng Xiaofan, am now a millionaire, this so-called star restaurant can’t make a dime from me! Xiaofan sighed.

"Xiao Fan, next time we play golf, I'll teach you a trick for scoring a goal!"

Old Wang, who originally wanted to recruit talented people, was so happy that he started drinking.

The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. Lao Wang asked admiringly, "Xiao Fan, how old are you this year? Are you in a relationship?"

"Uncle, I'm 18 this year." Xiao Fan replied after taking a sip of AD calcium milk.

"My disappointing son is the same age as you. I think you two could meet each other," said Wang Jianlin.

Hmm? Are you going to introduce someone to someone? Zeng Xiaofan was forced to go on blind dates countless times by his mother, Ms. Zhang, in his previous life. He almost vomited.

"No, no, no! I think we should just forget it, uncle." Xiao Fan quickly refused three times.

"Why?" After drinking a little, Lao Wang's face gradually turned red. He tilted his head and asked in confusion.

"You can't force things like this. Everything depends on fate, uncle. Please don't match us up randomly."

"What's more, I want to be a billionaire, so how can I take love affairs to heart?" Xiao Fan explained.

"A billionaire? Hundreds of billions?..." Wang Jianlin seemed to have his funny bone hit and was almost laughing to death.

"What's wrong with a billionaire? Don't you always tell your employees not to limit themselves and to dare to think and do?"

"Yes, yes, that's true." Lao Wang looked at the innocent girl in front of him seriously again.