Rebirth of a Village Girl-Chapter 656 - : 182: Asking for Trouble at Your Doorstep! Venting Your Anger!_2

Chapter 656: 182: Asking for Trouble at Your Doorstep! Venting Your Anger!_2

“This is the Han Chinese traditional costume, the Qiru Hanfu.”

Jia Zhenzhen nodded, “Oh, where did you buy this one?”

It’s so gorgeous! It makes her want to buy a set.

“Our boss had this custom made at a factory. She personally designed the patterns and styles.” The traditional Qiru Hanfu has wide sleeves, but we have modified it to narrow sleeves for serving convenience.”

“Your boss is quite proficient!” Jia Zhenzhen exclaimed.

“By the way, this is your queue number.” The waiter handed Shangguan Furong a white strip of paper.

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The paper was written number 58.

“What does this 58 mean?” Shangguan Furong asked.

The waiter explained, “You are the 58th group of customers, there are 57 groups ahead of you.”

“57 groups are waiting ahead!” Shangguan Furong exclaimed in surprise: “You must be joking!”

Even if each group spends half an hour eating, they still have to wait 28 hours!

The waiter laughed and said, “Don’t worry, our table turnover rate is quite fast, and the interior is spacious too. Sometimes, when one group finishes, several tables are immediately available. You probably only have to wait for a couple of hours.”

Shangguan Furong couldn’t even wait for ten to twenty minutes, let alone a couple of hours!

Shangguan Furong continued: “Didn’t I hear that you have some kind of VIP membership? Give us each one.”

With an apologetic look, the waiter said: “I’m sorry, comrade, our VIP membership cards are all sold out.”

Frankly, their staff never imagined that the membership cards, priced over 800 yuan each, would one day be sold out!

Even creating a shortage!

Shangguan Furong asked again, “How much is your membership card each?”

“Eight hundred and eighty-eight,” the waiter replied.

Eight hundred and eighty-eight, to ordinary people, is astronomical, but for the wealthy, it’s just a meal money, nothing more.

Shangguan Furong pulled out a wad of bills from her wallet, “Here, I have one thousand six hundred yuan. Set me up with your membership card.”

“Sorry, comrade, it’s not about the money.” There are many rich people in Beijing, who can readily offer thousands, but that still wouldn’t get them a card.

“Our restaurant’s membership card is limited. We are no longer issuing new ones.”

Limited edition again!

She expected skincare products to be limited editions, but never thought restaurant dining would be limited too!

Shangguan Furong pulled out another stack of bills, “How about these?”

The waiter repeated his previous statement.

Jia Zhenzhen said, “Young lady, just tell us how much you want, okay? Our Furong lacks nothing, least of all money.”

The two rich ladies next to her chipped in, “That’s right. Furong lacks nothing, especially not money.”

A smile slowly formed on Shangguan Furong’s face.

“Comrades, this isn’t about money. Our restaurant only issued fifty VIP cards. If you want to be members, you need to wait and see if anyone returns their cards.”

Typically, no one returns their cards.

Given the booming business of the Guose Tianxiang, being a VIP customer and dining on the third floor has become a status symbol.

In Beijing, it’s rare for any high-end restaurant to achieve such popularity!

The success of Guose Tianxiang has disrupted the traditional food market.

Frustrated by the membership process, an angry Shangguan Furong asked, “Do members still need to line up?”

“Not required,” the waiter shook his head, “We have a designated VIP reception room.”

Shangguan Furong is the type who wants more when she realizes something isn’t easily attainable.

“Call your manager over. I need to speak with him.”

The waiter looked at Shangguan Furong and, noting her attire, realized she was no ordinary individual. He begrudgingly summoned the general manager.

The General Manager is Gu Lanzhi.

She was a talent that Ni Yang had poached from a state-run large restaurant.

“Hello.” Gu Lanzhi greeted politely.

As a general manager, Gu Lanzhi was not wearing Hanfu, but a standard suit, a pencil skirt, and black high heels, with a walkie-talkie on her ear, she gave people the impression of a business elite.

“I want a membership card. Name your price,” Shangguan Furong said to Gu Lanzhi.

Gu Lanzhi raised an apologetic smile, “Ma’am, I think there may be some misunderstanding. The memberships of our restaurant are limited. We currently don’t have additional spaces. No matter how much money you offer, our answer remains the same.”