King's favor is hard to do

"I had dinner with Master Du, but I didn't invite you, Master Han! You came here uninvited, and turned against customers. What are you doing, Master Han?"

"Turning customers first? That's not right. This restaurant is owned by me, Han Yuan. Who is the customer and who is the owner?"

"You..." Bai Jiaoran was at a loss for words for a moment.He only heard that "Drunk Tonight" was the property of a wealthy businessman from other provinces, but he didn't hear that it had anything to do with Han Yuan.

Instead, Du Yuzhang frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice,

"Master Han, as the magistrate of the capital, these merchants on the ground must be very flattering to you. How much stock do you take in this restaurant? Are you not afraid that Yushitai will impeach you and lose your official position?"

"The Yushitai?"

Han Yuan chuckled, and glanced at Bai Jiaoran - his father, Bai Zhiyue, was the doctor Yushitai, and he received no less benefits than Han Yuan.Not to mention, "Drunk Tonight", a wealthy businessman from other provinces, was introduced by Bai Zhiyue.

"The owner of the restaurant is my old friend, and he asked me to help him take care of the business. If I didn't hear that someone couldn't pay for the wine today, and they took the access card of the prime minister's mansion to pay on credit——I didn't know you were here."

Han Yuan and Du Yuzhang looked at Bai Jiaoran together.Bai Jiaoran's face flushed red.

"I, I'm only paying the bill temporarily, and I'll make it up when the salary is paid. I won't renege on the bill, so don't mind meddling, Mr. Han!"

"Meddle in your own business? I sincerely invite Mr. Du to dinner, but it has nothing to do with Mr. Bai. This is my business, but Mr. Bai is yours."

"But this is obviously the banquet I ordered..."

"It's your decision, but you can't pay for the wine. Does Master Bai want to eat the overlord's meal?" Han Yuan rested his chin on one hand, and looked at Bai Jiaoran with a smile, "This is a small business, we don't pay on credit."

"Han Yuan!"

How can Bai Jiaoran not see that Han Yuan is here to disrupt the situation?But he is really short of cash, if Han Yuan prevaricates him with "no credit", he really can't think of it.Bai Jiaoran was so angry that she stood up abruptly,

"Lord Du, I'm so sorry, Bai Mou will go ahead! I'll go to apologize to you tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left, slamming the door of the room behind him.

Du Yuzhang looked at the dangling door, then at Han Yuan.At this moment, Qiong Niang fine wine has been brought up, Han Yuan fills a glass for Du Yuzhang, and pours another glass himself.

"Lord Du, there is nothing left or right, you might as well come and guess - where has Bai Jiaoran's salary for the past few months gone?"

"This Du can't guess."

"I don't think you can guess either."

Han Yuan smiled mockingly,

"His little salary went to the most famous big shops in the capital, and was exchanged for expensive snacks, rare melons and fruits from all over the world, and sent to your prime minister's residence. I have known him for so long He didn't eat a single fruit from him—Master Du, you really have a different status in his heart."

"..."

"Lord Du, your article is very well written. After Bai Jiaoran read it, he secretly regarded you as a teacher, a friend, and a role model. He is a person who can see through at a glance, and he has no bad intentions. He values ​​you, and he will definitely say what you say. He will listen. But if he doesn't like anyone...he won't listen to what that person persuades."

At the end of Han Yuan's speech, there was a bit of bitterness.But he poured himself another drink, and when he looked up again, he was still the cynical Mr. Han.

"...So Master Du, when you are looking for death, can you not drag Bai Jiaoran with you? Just for the sake of his dim sum fruit—let him go, okay?"

"I really don't understand what Master Han is talking about."

Han Yuan had already drank his third glass of wine, but Du Yuzhang didn't take a sip.He said cautiously,

"I, Du Yuzhang, live a good life. Why do I want to die? Not to mention dragging Mr. Bai together."

"Master Du really doesn't understand?"

Han Yuan raised his eyebrows and mocked,

"Then I'll just say it straight. If it's not courting death, what would Mr. Du do with the military pay of those gangsters? Don't you know that blocking people's way of making money is like killing their parents?"