Chapter 41 The shareholder "is actually a black card holder".

Chapter 41 The shareholder "is actually a black card holder".

Ye Han's statement, "The school cafeteria has truffle pasta," was heard clearly by all the viewers in the live stream.

In the live stream, Ye Hantao's high school classmate covered his face in embarrassment.

"Although the food in our school cafeteria is delicious, it can't compare to truffles that cost tens of thousands of yuan per kilogram!"

He loved truffle pasta so much when he was in school that he even asked the cafeteria what brand of truffles they sold.

Cafeteria worker: "I don't know, but it costs 200 yuan for a whole bucket."

Meanwhile, Zhou Ti was processing expense reports in her office.

She works as an outsourced part-time employee at this company, and her workload isn't heavy.

While watching the live stream, I took a break to do some work.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Ti recalled for a moment and realized that she couldn't remember what truffles Tao Tao had eaten.

During that time, Tao Tao saw a video introducing truffles, in which people let pigs and dogs sniff truffles in the ground, and Tao Tao said she was curious about the smell of truffles.

It just so happens that she has a truffle cultivation facility on her farm in Tasmania.

It contains black truffles, white truffles, and gray truffles, so I airlifted some over to give Tao Tao an extra meal at the school cafeteria.

Tao Tao only ate it twice, once with black truffles and once with white truffles.

I ate some mushrooms when I got home, and I couldn't help but remark that truffles actually have an earthy flavor.

Ye Hantao handed the registration book with the phone numbers filled in to the staff member, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

The staff member stared blankly at the long list of phone numbers for a moment.

A beep.

The machine scanned the invitation card.

Staff: "You haven't used this card yet. Would you like me to register your phone number for you?"

Ye Hantao: "Okay, thank you."

The staff member glanced at the book again, and when they looked up again, their smile remained unchanged. "You've registered four phone numbers in total. Which one would you like to link?"

【？？？】

[Little sister, you don't actually think you can receive gifts just by registering your phone number, do you?]

[Haha, is Ye Hantao thinking she can receive four gifts by registering four phone numbers?]

If the staff see the comments in the live stream, they all want to show them the notebook.

Four phone numbers were saved in the notebook, but a few other phone numbers were crossed out.

Staff suspected that the girl wanted to register the phone numbers of all her relatives.

Actually, Ye Hantao crossed out other family members' phone numbers, some of which were used a few times and then discontinued.

She rested her elbows on the registration counter, looking at the staff member expectantly, "Sister, could you register all four phone numbers?"

Ye Weizheng and Zhou Ti off-screen: "?!?!"

"Hey? Maze, what are you doing?"

In the training room, the coaching team was discussing the upcoming practice match against teams from other countries.

They had barely begun speaking when they suddenly saw Maze hurrying towards the door.

Zhou Mingsheng stopped in his tracks.

He listened to Tao Tao's voice through the Bluetooth earphones, adjusted his glasses with a flick of his finger, and returned with a nonchalant expression.

"fine."

My mind was a bit muddled just now, and I almost forgot about the card he used to register his membership card at Jinwan.

To be precise, he used card 2 for all registrations outside, and only used card 1 to call his family.

Tao Tao must have registered his SIM card number.

Even if the Jinwan Hotel is affiliated with him, they cannot find his cumulative spending records.

As Zhou Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, he thought of his father again.

The phone number his dad used should be fine, right?

Ye Weizheng hurriedly called Tao Tao, trying to stop her.

There's a serious problem with the phone number he's using!

"Sure," the staff member smiled. "I'll set it up for you using a family member's phone number."

The staff first registered the first mobile phone number, which was also Ye Hantao's own mobile phone number, and then informed her of the progress: "I will register the three mobile phone numbers ending in 1212, 0606, and 0808 together as family members of the main number."

Ye Hantao smiled broadly, "Thank you, sister."

The last few digits of Ye Hantao's phone number are easy to remember.

Is this a real phone number or a fake one? Could it be that after seeing so many news stories about people flaunting their wealth with license plates ending in 8888, they're now showing off their phone number?

"Who owns the household registration number ending in 1212?"

"This is my brother."

"License plate ending in 0606?"

"My mother."

"OK."

The staff registered them one by one. "Neither of these two people have applied for a membership card at Jinwan Hotel. Their accumulated spending records will be calculated from today."

At this moment, the staff member suddenly exclaimed, "The last four digits of the phone number are 0808... Why is the system reporting an error?"

Ye Hantao thought it might be a system bug, so she patiently waited for the staff to register her.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "My dad has another phone number. If that doesn't work, I can provide you with another one."

Just then, my phone rang; it was my dad calling.

Just as Ye Hantao was about to answer the phone, the staff member looked up and asked in surprise, "May I ask what the surname of the gentleman who provided the phone number ending in 0808?"

While answering the phone, Ye Hantao replied, "My surname is Ye."

The staff also remembered that Ye Hantao had previously referred to the other party as her father.

She chuckled, "Your father has a membership card associated with the store, and his accumulated spending totals—"

"Hantao! You've finally arrived!"

A loud voice came from across the hall, interrupting the staff member.

Ye Hantao looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person who came was Chef Xing, whom she had seen on the show.

"Chef Xing!"

Chef Xing laughed heartily, "I was just talking about you with some friends. I told them you have a golden tongue, and they didn't believe me."

The grandson of a gourmet was invited to this tasting event, and he also claimed to have a keen sense of taste.

The young man actually mocked him for overestimating Ye Hantao.

Ha, he personally witnessed Ye Hantao's silver tongue.

When the staff saw Chef Xing arrive, they looked at Ye Hantao with surprise.

This little girl looks ordinary, but she's anything but!

Not only did the father accumulate a total of 3.61 million yuan in spending at the store, but he was also marked as a VIP user.

She even knows Chef Xing, the head chef of Fengwei Restaurant!

The next level up is Chef Jing, Chef Xing's mentor and the pillar that has enabled Zhiweige to stand tall in the culinary world for so long.

Suddenly, the computer screen refreshed.

A staff member glanced over and exclaimed, "?!?!"

The page refreshed and showed historical changes; Mr. Ye's membership card had been upgraded to a silver card three years ago?!

Silver cards are only for shareholders of the hotel's parent group, right?!

Furthermore, they must be shareholders holding more than 10% of the shares!

Chef Xing called out, "Han Tao, come on, come on, I'll take you to meet them first. They'll be amazed when the tasting event comes!"

Ye Hantao quickly said, "Please wait a moment."

Holding her phone, which was still connected to the call, she turned to the staff member and asked, "Sister, you just said my dad has a membership card at your store? Can we get a gift there?"

Suppressing his shock and confusion, the staff member quickly replied, "Yes, these are the gifts your father is eligible for."

The booklet doesn't specify the gifts available to silver card users, because they already have all of them.

The staff had to start the introduction from the beginning.

However, as soon as she turned to the first page and before she could even introduce what was available, Chef Xing waved his hand and said, "These gifts aren't worth wasting time picking out. Go back and send one of the gifts we prepared for our clients to Han Tao."

Chef Xing then led Ye Hantao into the hall.

From a distance, Liao Jiayue and the people in the live broadcast room could hear him talking to Ye Hantao.

"Tell me which of these gifts you like, and I'll have them prepare a few more for you."

Ye Hantao turned around and called to her, "Jiayue, come over here too."

Liao Jiayue, unable to contain herself any longer, laughed at the staff and said, "So everyone can choose different gifts? What gifts can the other invited guests choose?"

Then, all the viewers in the live stream saw the staff hand over a page that had been turned over earlier, saying, "These are the gifts to be selected, please take a look."

Liao Jiayue glanced over casually.

The page clearly stated: "[Premium User, accumulated spending of 10,000 yuan.]"

Is this the gift the staff was just about to show Ye Hantao?

Your total spending is only 10,000 yuan?

The elevator doors opened again.

Two guests who came to the food tasting event stepped out of the elevator and came to the registration desk.

They assumed Liao Jiayue was also registering, so they waited nearby.

The staff quickly closed the booklet, gave them a professional smile, and said, "Hello, please show your invitation card and register your mobile phone number."

Liao Jiayue, in a good mood, stepped aside to move to the registration desk.

It's only 10,000 yuan.

It's probably because Ye Hantao's dad used company reimbursement to treat her to a meal.

[Hahaha, I thought Ye Hantao would reveal some kind of membership card, but it's only 10,000.]

Only 10,000! Is it easy to spend 10,000 in one store?!

It's easy, just a few bottles of wine will do.

[If Ye Hantao's family really owned a Maybach, would they only spend 10,000 yuan?]

[Just a friendly reminder, this page doesn't represent 10,000, but rather amounts between 10,000 and 100,000.]

[So what if it's the maximum 9999? Yueyue has a purple card with hundreds of thousands in spending, and she's never as flashy as Ye Hantao.]

Are you fans selectively blind? Haven't Liao Jiayue shown off enough cars and bags in her posts?

Ye Hantao followed Chef Xing into the hall.

Looking out from near the huge viewing window, a reddish-orange sunset disappears into the river.

The other side is my residential community, which is far from the river.

"Dad, why are you calling all of a sudden?"

"……Forehead."

Ye Weizheng was speechless.

Tao Tao left, but he didn't leave the live stream.

In just a few minutes, I've read most of the guesses in the comments.

Fortunately, the staff did not flip through any further.

However, he was unsure whether accumulating 10,000 yuan in spending would be considered high spending in Tao Tao's eyes.

Once, he told Tao Tao that his commission for the month was 15,000 yuan. The next day, Tao Tao fainted from low blood sugar at school.

The registration staff must have seen all his information!

Ye Weizheng became increasingly annoyed. The Jinwan Hotel had never had this procedure when holding food tasting events before.

Liao Jiayue and the cameraman were not there either, so he couldn't be sure whether other people's speculations about Tao Tao's family background had any impact on her.

He couldn't see Tao Tao's condition.

"I was just worried about you. You had a fever at home yesterday. Are you feeling alright?"

Ye Hantao hummed in agreement, "It's fine."

I feel a little dizzy, and occasionally I hear a buzzing sound in my ears, like tinnitus.

Ye Hantao suspected that she hadn't eaten enough at noon, which caused her low blood sugar.

“Okay, you go ahead and attend the tasting event. My work is almost finished,” Ye Weizheng said. “Your mother and I will pick you up then.”

Ye Hantao hummed in agreement again.

Ye Weizheng didn't suspect anything. The tasting event must have been noisy, and it would be hard to explain over the phone unless you spoke very loudly.

The hall was filled with the sounds of conversation.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Hantao saw Chef Xing point in the direction ahead.

She looked in that direction and saw several people wearing white chef's hats looking in her direction as well.

Chef Xing: "Let's hurry over, it'll start in a few minutes."

Ye Hantao: "Okay!"

I'm friends with Chef Xing, so I imagine his cooking skills must be excellent too.

Ye Hantao's eyes sparkled with anticipation at the thought of the delicious food she would soon enjoy.

But just as she lifted her foot, everything suddenly went black.

It felt like I'd been thrown into a washing machine; the world was spinning around me.

Their feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, unable to get any real footing.

Cheng Zhao waited patiently for Chef Xing to bring Ye Hantao in. Just as he was about to walk through the crowd, he was caught off guard and saw Ye Hantao sway.

"?!!"

He practically ran over, his hands just reaching out to help the person—

Ye Hantao squatted down, rubbing his arm, and buried her face in her hands.

This was an instinctive reaction Ye Hantao had developed from several bouts of hypoglycemia; if she didn't squat down immediately, she might faint.

It hurts so much to fall on the ground.

"Ye Hantao? You..."

The voice came from the side, very close, and Ye Hantao recognized the person as Cheng Zhao.

He took a few light breaths to calm himself, and his voice became steady, "Can you hear me?"

With acquaintances nearby, the defensiveness that arises in unfamiliar surroundings is somewhat lowered.

Ye Hantao said softly, "Cheng Zhao, I might have low blood sugar."

Ye Hantao felt that she might have made a sound, or she might have simply opened her mouth but failed to utter a sound.

"Have some juice." Cheng Zhao touched Ye Hantao's hand with his palm, looking at her pale, bloodless face. "Watermelon juice, it's sweet."

Ye Hantao kept her eyes closed.

My head is spinning, closing my eyes will make me feel better.

In a daze, Ye Hantao seemed to hear Chef Xing say that he was going to get a cake and told them to go to the private room or something.

Although she couldn't see anything, Cheng Zhao had just touched her right hand, and immediately afterward, the back of her hand that had been touched felt against something cold.

There was a layer of condensation on it; it must have been a glass containing chilled juice.

Ye Hantao groped for the cup to hold.

Her outstretched wrist was gently encircled, and Cheng Zhao guided her hand to touch the side of the cup. "Can you hold it steady?"

Ye Hantao didn't answer, but just nodded very slightly.

She held the cup and brought it to her lips. After squatting for two or three minutes, her vision barely returned, and she could make out some blurry outlines.

Cheng Zhao seemed to be supporting the bottom of the cup with his hand, perhaps afraid that she would lose her grip and spill it.

Ye Hantao took two sips; it was sweet.

“It’s not comfortable squatting here, it’s crowded and stuffy,” Cheng Zhao said. “I’ll take you to a private room to sit for a while.”

He paused for a moment, then said, "Chef Xing has gone to get you the small cakes."

The food tasting event initially only serves beverages; all food items are served after the tasting session.

Ye Hantao recalled that when she came in, she passed two long tables, which indeed only contained drinks and alcohol, with no desserts or fruits.

"Yes, I heard him say that."

soon.

Ye Hantao was led by Cheng Zhao into a spacious private room.

"Cheng Zhao".

"Um?"

Ye Hantao tried to pull her wrist away from his palm, "I'm not dizzy anymore."

It's quite strange.

The last time she suddenly experienced hypoglycemia was during university military training; she felt dizzy and disoriented for two days before recovering.

I was just about to celebrate my dad's good fortune in earning a lot of commission from selling a house in a month when he told me that two clients had decided not to buy, so he wouldn't get his commission.

Taking advantage of Cheng Zhao's loosening grip, Ye Hantao moved her wrist.

This time, the hypoglycemia came on quickly and went away quickly.

Perhaps it's because the disease progression has slowed down to 80%?

With her mind clear, Ye Hantao was able to observe the private room she had entered.

The first thing you see is a panoramic window, just like the outside, next to which is a brown eight-immortal table with six chairs.

The chair cushion is inlaid with auspicious cloud patterns using silver wire.

A traditional Chinese ink painting hangs on the wall in the very center.

Cheng Zhao was also looking at the painting.

“This is Jin Nong’s ‘Ink Plum Blossom’ painting.” He pulled out a chair and gestured for Ye Hantao to sit down first. “Zhiwei Pavilion has four private rooms with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums. The outdoor tasting venue is usually the main hall, which can be reserved for six tables.”

When Ye Hantao returned home and reviewed the events, she read the comments from netizens.

They said Zhiweige only serves six tables a day, oh, so the private rooms don't count.

She sat down, looked up at Cheng Zhao, and said, "You know about painting too?"

"I don't understand."

Cheng Zhao touched the corner of his eye with his fingertip, not hiding his lack of skill in painting. "I just secretly saw the signature with my eyes."

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

Cheng Zhao stepped aside to block Ye Hantao.

Hearing someone approaching, Ye Hantao tilted her head to look from behind him and saw that it was Chef Xing, who was in a hurry.

Chef Xing looked anxious. "Han Tao, come on, have a few bites of mousse cake to calm down."

Ye Hantao took the small plate, and the aroma of mango wafted over.

Not only did I get to enjoy desserts from Jinwan, but I also got to enjoy mango desserts! How lucky!

Ye Hantao smiled at Chef Xing and said, "Thank you."

Chef Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He could actually get here much faster.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, I didn't care about the type of food; I just grabbed a plate of high-sugar desserts and rushed to the private room.

When he was halfway there, he unexpectedly ran into a colleague who came to greet him.

"The blue-eyed gentleman said that Ms. Ye's hypoglycemia symptoms have been temporarily relieved, and if it's convenient, he would like you to bring a mango mousse over."

He also said that if there are no mangoes, it's fine not to bring apples.

After his colleague finished explaining, he and Chef Xing looked at the apple pie on the plate.

Chef Xing: "..."

colleague:"……"

Ye Hantao ate the mango mousse bite by bite, her tongue curling slightly.

I'm not sure how much the mango mousse costs at the Jinwan Hotel, but it tastes pretty much the same as POL's mango mousse.

The mangoes tasted just like the organic mangoes I had last time.

"Tao Tao, you have cream on your wrist."

As soon as Ye Hantao heard Cheng Zhao's reminder, he had already handed her a tissue.

"Oh, let me see." Ye Hantao took the tissue first, then checked her wrist. There was indeed some cream that had gotten on her wrist bone at some point.

Chef Xing patiently waited for Ye Hantao to wipe off the cream, and then ate most of the mousse. Judging from the appearance, she had almost recovered.

He asked with concern, "Are you feeling alright now? Is it just low blood sugar? Should you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"No need, I've had low blood sugar since I was a child," Ye Hantao said in a strong voice. "I'm fine now!"

Hearing this, Chef Xing felt relieved.

"Oh, right, Chef Xing, I'd like to ask you a question." Ye Hantao finally had a question on her mind. "I heard that the Jinwan Hotel's membership cards come in five colors: orange, blue, purple, and black. What's the last color?"

Chef Xing, still puzzled, replied, "Silver."

Cheng Zhao suddenly reached out and turned Ye Hantao's head to make her look at him.

“I have a black card,” he said. “Would you like to see it?”

Ye Hantao's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

Cheng Zhao didn't carry a physical card with him, so he unlocked his phone and showed Ye Hantao the black card in his phone.

It features the same gold piping, but unlike the fruit basket design on the orange card, this one is engraved with a teapot and a wine bottle.

A voice outside the door announced that the tasting event would begin in ten minutes. Chef Xing looked at Ye Hantao's slightly flushed cheeks and hesitated, unsure whether Ye Hantao could complete the entire tasting event.

Ye Hantao quickly finished her mango mousse. "Let's go."

She's here today to make Chef Xing proud!

Chef Xing confirmed that Ye Hantao was in good condition. As he led her toward the door, he instructed her, "There are sixteen dishes in total for the tasting event. Just try a bite or two."

It's rare for Ye Hantao to come to Jinwan Hotel and eat dishes that cost several hundred yuan per person. She's not satisfied with just a bite or two. The dishes that appear at the tasting event must be as delicious as the steamed pork with rice flour.

Ye Hantao stopped and looked back at Cheng Zhao, who was sitting motionless in the chair.

"Cheng Zhao, aren't you coming over?"

"I just got a message, I'll reply to it before I go out." A smile played in his pale blue eyes as he waved his phone. "See you in a bit?"

Ye Hantao smiled and said, "See you in a bit!"

As he left, Chef Xing closed the door to the private room.

Cheng Zhao's gaze lingered on the door of the private room for a few seconds before he placed his phone face down on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, staring intently at the painting "Ink Orchid" on the wall.

I want to go out, I want to go out with Tao Tao, but there's a cameraman outside.

If Tao Tao's family sees him here, they will likely think he has ulterior motives.

A moment later, Cheng Zhao pulled a card out of his pants pocket, with the gold lettering of "Dunuo" printed on it.

Guan Sen handed over the membership card this morning, which he had planned to give to Tao Tao as soon as they met today, but he only remembered it now.

Guan Sen, who was standing guard in the corner of the hall, watched Ye Hantao and Chef Xing leave the private room side by side, but he couldn't see his boss anywhere.

On the other side, Lu Yiyan, who had come with him, was winking at him and asking where Cheng Zhao was.

He checked his phone again for the message that had just arrived.

[Cheng Zhao: Keep an eye on things, don't get distracted.]

Guan Sen glanced at Liao Jiayue in the distance and asked with premonition, "[Boss, what if someone makes things difficult for Miss Hantao?]"

[Cheng Zhao: She can handle it.]

It was a very simple sentence, but Guan Sen felt that his boss was particularly proud when he said it. But shouldn't a normal pursuit be about taking the opportunity to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?

Two seconds later, [Cheng Zhao: Write down the name.]

Guan Sen understood.

The boss plans to settle scores later.

The acquisition of the XBL esports team has been in the process since last night.

Once his boss moves in, he'll probably have to clean everything up from top to bottom.

[Cheng Zhao: Never mind, you can go home now. I'll keep an eye on things myself.]

"???" Guan Sen looked towards the private room and bumped into his boss pushing the door open and coming out.

Wearing a baseball cap...

Where did you find it?

The key question is, where are those iconic blue eyes? Why have they turned black?

Guan Sen's pupils trembled.

Boss, you even carry colored contact lenses with you all the time?

Even after leaving the lobby, Guan Sen kept reflecting on whether there was something wrong with the dating reference book he had found for his boss.

The hall has three rows of long tables, and champagne towers gleam with light.

Ye Hantao took two steps and asked, "Chef Xing, what kind of wood is used for the table in the private room?"

She glanced at it a few times in the private room and felt that the color and texture were very similar to the dining table at home.

"The tables in the private rooms... I think they're made of black and yellow sandalwood," Chef Xing said. "I don't come to this floor often. I heard someone mention it once, but I'm not sure."

Ye Hantao nodded.

Is this black sandalwood? It looks no different from the cheap, artificially dyed wood that my dad talked about.

Liao Jiayue had circled the lobby twice but still couldn't find Ye Hantao.

"Tao Tao!" Liao Jiayue glanced at Chef Xing, who had accompanied Ye Hantao, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Where did you two go?"

Just as Chef Xing was about to explain, Ye Hantao spoke up, "Chef Xing invited me to try his special mango mousse."

She pointed to a private room not far away, "They're in the private room."

[Is she showing off?]

[It's obvious she's bragging about receiving special treatment from the head chef at the Jinwan Hotel!]

[The key point is that this whole group of people didn't get dessert, but Ye Hantao did. Why is that? Her total spending isn't even as much as Yueyue's!]

That's why she flaunted it in front of Yueyue! She felt inferior about her wealth, so she tried to compensate in other ways.

[The disease is at 80% (critical threshold), and the current character setting remains at 2/10.]

Ye Hantao curled up the corners of her mouth.

I tasted the mango mousse before Jia Yue, which can definitely be considered a form of comparison.

Of course, Ye Hantao also considered that there were other cameramen present, and her family might be watching the live stream, so she didn't want to reveal that she had recently experienced low blood sugar.

Liao Jiayue suppressed her anger and put on a gentle smile. "Taotao, I just saw the prizes that Uncle can receive."

"I never expected my uncle to spend so much at the Jinwan Hotel, and he even has a blue card!"

As she said this, Liao Jiayue kept observing Ye Hantao's expression.

Ye Weizheng, watching from outside the screen: "?!?!?!?!"

He shouldn't have hung up the phone without saying anything!

What blue card? Is it the blue card the waiter mentioned that requires accumulated spending of over 10,000?

Ye Hantao stared blankly, and subconsciously said, "My dad's card—" It's blue!

His father had bought steamed pork with rice flour before, and he might have treated clients/colleagues to meals while working, which he then reimbursed from the company.

Over a decade or so, it's quite possible to accumulate spending of 10,000 yuan.

Liao Jiayue waited for Ye Hantao to show a jealous expression after being compared to her, then pressed on, "What happened to Uncle's card?"

Ye Hantao paused for a moment before saying "blue card," then calmly replied, "Actually, it's a black card."

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Author's note: Peach, let's expand the scope a bit more!

--Randomly dropping small red envelopes [starry eyes]--