Urban Soldier Young Master

Among all the people present, there was only one person from Hua Country. The rest were obviously all South Koreans, and this sole Hua Country person was the guy who had twice spoken rudely to Chu Ge.

Hua Country people, Japanese, Singaporeans, South Koreans, Thais—maybe to many they all look alike and it's hard to tell them apart at a glance, but for Chu Ge, it was quite easy to distinguish them.

Not to mention other tricks, just looking at that guy's face when he was cursing Song Baijia was enough to clearly prove this point.

When that guy looked at Song Baijia, his face was full of disgust and superiority, but when he talked to those South Koreans around him, he was respectful, polite, even a bit fawning.

This was something Chu Ge couldn't stand. It was truly taking foreign adoration to the extreme, like he forgot who his ancestors were.

"Bang!" Chu Ge threw the box in his hand on the ground, crossed his arms, "Hey, you lackey, what do you mean?"

This group of people had already walked past Chu Ge, but hearing this voice, they all turned back. The only Hua Country guy's face was the most sullen, "Who the hell are you cursing?"

Chu Ge chuckled, "I've heard of people picking up money, but today I've really learned something new. So there's actually someone who picks up insults. You pick up insults so naturally. Seems like you've picked up quite a few, or are you originally surnamed Dog, first name Leg?"

The guy's face turned even uglier, filled with malice, "You! Try saying that again!"

Chu Ge rubbed his chin, "Hey? I didn't quite notice just now, but looking closely at your face, it really bears quite a resemblance to the stray mutt that lies around waiting for scraps next to the trash can under my building?"

"I damn..."

The guy was about to explode when a South Korean next to him raised an eyebrow and said something in gibberish. He glared viciously at Chu Ge and then responded to the Korean's question. Immediately, the group of South Koreans burst into laughter, as if they'd heard a funny joke.

Song Baijia was tense, afraid these people would get physical, but suddenly he saw these people laughing. Even the guy who insulted him was laughing along. Despite the forced smile, the guy was indeed laughing, leaving Song Baijia dumbfounded, unable to understand what was happening.

After laughing for a while, the group of South Koreans started speaking in gibberish, turned around, and walked into Shangpin Barbecue amidst greetings from two women dressed in cheongsams.

One of them, upon entering, lecherously touched one of the women greeters on the butt. When she let out a startled yelp, they laughed even louder.

The Hua Country lackey was the last to turn around, not forgetting to point at Chu Ge before doing so. The fawning smile on his face turned to spite and malice, as if to say, "You better watch out!"

Chu Ge chuckled disdainfully, patting Song Baijia on the shoulder, "Alright, Brother Song, let's go too."

Song Baijia was still wide-eyed with confusion. Only when Chu Ge patted him did he come back to his senses, asking in bewilderment, "Brother, what were they saying? How come I didn't understand a word? You called that guy a lackey, why were they laughing?"

"Haha, of all those people, aside from the one who insulted you, the rest aren't from Hua Country. They were speaking Korean. That lackey translated the exchange between me and him, and then those South Koreans laughed."

"What... what?" Song Baijia was even more puzzled, "Aren't they on the same team? What's so funny? They should be mad, shouldn't they?"

Being asked that by Song Baijia, Chu Ge sighed gently, shaking his head with some disinterest.

"That lackey does want to be on their team, but they don't take him seriously at all. The South Koreans even found my description amusing, haha..."

Song Baijia frowned, even more confused, "Isn't that humiliating? How... how can he laugh along?"

"Yeah, it's humiliating, but some people like being humiliated. I called him a lackey, and he blew a fuse at me. The South Koreans found it amusing and also called him a lackey, and there he was laughing cheerfully."

Song Baijia was completely at a loss for words, muttering, "How can someone be that much of a sucker for punishment?"

"Haha, who knows, I can't understand it either." Chu Ge smiled, "Alright, don't worry about them. They're not worth letting them affect our mood. Let's go in and eat."

With that, Chu Ge picked up the box and started walking.

"Huh?" Song Baijia remained in place, thinking when Chu Ge said let's go, he meant to find another place to eat, but he didn't expect Chu Ge meant this.

"Huh? What? Let's go, the food here is really good."

Chu Ge chuckled back at him, not pausing his steps at all.

Seeing that Chu Ge had already entered the hall, Song Baijia had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow inside. The two hosts at the entrance were indeed of high quality; even though they were just startled, they still bowed and greeted him sweetly with a "Welcome."

This "Welcome" instantly made Song Baijia quite uncomfortable, feeling a bit nervous as if he had done something wrong to the girls.

When he glanced at the two confident and beautiful girls, wanting to look but feeling embarrassed, he felt even more awkward. Blushing, he quickly said, "No, thank you," and then hurriedly lowered his head and chased after Chu Ge.

Song Baijia's heart was still a bit unsettled, glancing around nervously, just hoping not to run into those South Koreans again. Today, he just wanted to sit and have a good meal with Chu Ge without getting into any conflicts.

The business at Shangpin Barbecue was indeed good. Although it wasn't yet the peak dining time, all the private rooms and even the first-floor hall were already full. Under the guidance of a waiter, Chu Ge and Song Baijia reached a booth on the third floor and found a seat by the window to sit face to face.

Thankfully, they hadn't seen those South Koreans again on the way, and Song Baijia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting down on the sofa, Chu Ge placed the menu in front of Song Baijia, "Brother Song, we agreed today, just eat to your heart's content, no need to be polite with me. As long as you don't feel stuffed, eat as much as you can."

"Uh…" Song Baijia hesitated for a moment but then nodded, "Mm-hmm."

Although Chu Ge already knew Song Baijia had an impressive appetite, he was still shocked when Song Baijia started ordering. The waiter beside them was also dumbfounded, even suspecting that these two might be troublemakers.

When Song Baijia ordered fifty grilled prawns, fifty grilled scallops, fifty meat skewers, fifty chicken wings, and ten plates each of grilled beef belly and grilled pork belly, the waiter couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Sir, may I ask... how many of you are there?"

Song Baijia blushed, realizing he must have scared the waiter. Seeing his embarrassment, Chu Ge was about to speak, but Song Baijia replied first, "Just the two of us."

The waiter blinked in astonishment and carefully asked again, "Are you... sure you want to order all this?"

"I'm sure," Chu Ge smiled, nodded, and turned to Song Baijia, "Brother Song, keep ordering."

As Song Baijia was about to speak, the waiter hesitated and asked, "Sir, I'm sorry, you..."

He didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious: Bro, you're ordering so much, how can you possibly eat it all? Are you sure you're not making trouble? It'll be my problem if you run off, you know.

Although the waiter seemed a bit impolite, Chu Ge didn't blame her at all. If he were the waiter, he'd be suspicious too. Two people ordering this much sounded really unreliable, and the waiter's mannerisms were actually quite polite.

As the waiter and Song Baijia exchanged awkward glances, Chu Ge stood up from the sofa, smiled at the waiter, "Waiter, can you come with me for a moment?"

Saying this, Chu Ge walked to an empty corner with his handbag. The waiter, though unsure of what was happening, followed him.

Opening the handbag, Chu Ge took out a pile of cash, with the band still intact, totaling just ten thousand yuan. He had taken several stacks of cash from his suitcase before leaving the hotel just for convenience.

The waiter was stunned, looked at Chu Ge, "Sir, what are you..."

"Here's the thing. My friend will order however much he wants, and you don't need to say anything more. This money can be a deposit for you, and if it's not enough, I'll add more."

While speaking, Chu Ge pulled out two hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and smiled at the waiter, "This is your tip."

The waiter accepted the tip and smiled at Chu Ge while nodding, "Thank you, sir, I understand. But there's no need for a deposit; we settle the bill after the meal. I apologize for earlier."

When Chu Ge opened the handbag, the waiter had already seen the stacks of cash inside and noticed the luxurious-looking diamond ring on Chu Ge's left ring finger. Plus, even though Chu Ge dressed plainly, his manners were courteous, and he even tipped her, so she felt reassured.

Chu Ge and the waiter returned to the table, and Song Baijia glanced at Chu Ge, "Hey, what did you go do?"

Chu Ge smiled, "Alright, go ahead and finish ordering. Like I said, make sure you eat your fill today no matter what."

The ordering continued. Although the waiter was internally shocked, she showed no signs of it on her face, maintaining a gracious smile. Only after Song Baijia finally finished ordering and she had walked several steps away did she finally sigh, muttering, "Oh my god."

Little did she know, even that tiniest voice reached Song Baijia's ears.

Song Baijia's face turned bitter as he suddenly realized something very important to him.