"Tsk tsk!"

Guo Dalu looked at the fat old man in front of him and was amazed, "A man is old and his heart is not old, but his ambition is still there! I wonder if he can still eat?"

He had a loud voice and did not hide it. The voice spread throughout the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

The fat old man who was cursing turned his head and looked at Guo Dalu, "Boy, who are you talking about?"

Guo Dalu looked at him strangely, "Are you talking nonsense?"

"I must be talking about you!"

He strode to the old man, "Look at this fat body, it looks like an inflatable pig urine, with red eyes and a lewd look. He even asked the welcome lady to make a bed and fold a quilt for you? Are you taking off your clothes and sleeping with you?"

"You... are nonsense! Who are you? Why are you so unaware of the rules? It's simply inexplicable!"

The fat old man's eyes flashed, his face was angry, and pointed at Guo Dalu, "You are also a member of the Writers Association? You are so unqualified! I think you are not worthy of joining the Writers Association at all! What did Song Taiping do? Why did everyone let them in?"

A young man next to the old man scolded Guo Dalu: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you so disrespectful to Mr. Peng? It depends on your attitude. You will definitely not be able to develop in the Writers Association in the future!"

After scolding Guo Dalu for a few words, he bent his waist and held the fat old man's arm, "Mr. Peng, I don't know where the idiot came from, so I don't have to know him like him! Let's have a meal first, don't affect our mood because of him!"

The fat old man snorted, looked at Guo Dalu fiercely, and then walked towards the restaurant with the help of the young man.

When Guo Dalu saw the old man glaring at him, he felt unhappy, "Are he a shopping mall boss? The boss is amazing? If you have money, you can touch the lady's butt at will?"

He stretched out his middle finger and gestured hard at the old man, "Damn!"

The fat old man turned his head and happened to see Guo Dalu's gesture. He almost staggered to the ground. Fortunately, he was held by the young man.

His face turned pale, "What is this person doing? Well? No quality at all? Why do you look like a gangster? Go and ask him what he is doing? Such a person is worthy of coming to the Writers Association for a meeting?"

The young man nodded and said, "Mr. Peng, you forgot that President Song has been unwell these two days and is in the hospital for recuperation!"

The old man was still angry, "It's too inappropriate, too inappropriate! We must remove this person from the author's team, and we must not let such black sheep make trouble in the Writers Association!"

"Tell Song Taiping that if this person is not removed, we will cancel the donation to the Writers Association in the future!"

"Okay, OK, after dinner, I will call Song Taiping!"

The young man nodded and said, "This person really doesn't understand the rules!"

The fat old man said: "It must be cleared!"

"Yes, it must be cleared!"

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Seeing the young man Peng and the suspected secretary beside him leave, Guo Dalu and several welcome ladies looked at each other.

"What a big tone! Can he manipulate the entire writers' association?"

Guo Dalu took out his ears and looked at Yuan Xiaofeng beside him, "He said he wanted to clear me? I heard it right?"

Yuan Xiaofeng nodded with certainty, "You heard it right!"

"Hey! I'm so fucking angry!"

Guo Dalu said with a funny look: "Today I'm an eye-opener! I want to see how he clears me? Can he still destroy me humanely?"

Yuan Xiaofeng covered her mouth and smiled, "I guess he doesn't know your identity, Mr. Guo. If he knew, he wouldn't have said that!"

Guo Dalu can now become a rich man by writing alone. In addition, the movies and TV series he films are profitable by billions or tens of billions. With such a large amount, few people in China dare to show off in front of Guo Dalu.

Even if Mr. Peng is the chairman of a listed company, he will not be able to become tough in the face of Guo Dalu. So what Yuan Xiaofeng said makes a little sense.

At this time, several writers standing next to the lobby who were watching the fun saw that there was no fun, turned to the restaurant and started eating.

Guo Dalu glanced at Yuan Xiaofeng and said, "Go to have something together?"

Yuan Xiaofeng was very moved, but she was still self-control after all, and shook her head and said, "We have to go to the back to eat the employee meals, and the restaurant is not allowed to enter!"

Guo Dalu smiled and walked straight into the hall.

The buffet at five-star hotels is quite rich. Guo Dalu has not had a good meal since he came out of the crew. When he arrived at the restaurant, he was hungry and filled with a plate of food with a large plate, such as roasted suckling pig, roasted prawns, chicken, duck and seafood. He was all pulled onto the plate. He held the plate like a hill, which made the eye of the group of people.

It was the time when the autumn weather was refreshing and the crabs were fat and tender. There were a few big red crabs in the buffet, and Guo Dalu picked up a few of them, put them on the plate, and carried a bottle of Erguotou.

The people in this hall are all from the Writers Association. Many people claim to be literati and poets. They feel embarrassed to look rough when they eat, so they give up the food just by picking up a little bit. At this time, seeing Guo Dalu like a shopping madman, there were only a few delicacies left along the way, I was a little panicked. I couldn't even hold on to my calmness and snatch it hard on my own plate.

After a while, everyone was holding the food like a hill, and the waiters were stunned.

This alarmed the restaurant manager and stood there in a panic and shouted: "Dear teachers, don't be excited, don't be excited! Our country now advocates saving and bans waste! Do not waste as much as you eat and take! Otherwise, we will collect money!"

He called for a long time, but no one paid any attention to him.

The restaurant manager was a little angry and called a few waiters, "You can watch them. If anyone eats leftovers, charge me at the market price!"

Guo Dalu brought so much food, so he was really hungry, and he could eat it. He immediately shook his cheeks and lifted his back teeth, and ate it hard. After drinking and eating, he was left with only a cup of mess.

But he can eat it, and other authors don’t have such a good appetite. Just now, driven by Guo Dalu, they served a lot of food one by one. When it really tasted, it would be difficult to make.

They are not physical workers. They can eat 80% full by eating two small bowls of rice. When there is a big meal, they can eat more even if they work hard, but it is also limited. At this time, facing so many things on the plate, they were very happy at first, but when they wanted to get up and leave after eating, the waiter next to them was unhappy, "Hi, you can't leave it! Our manager said, whoever has leftovers will be considered money!"

An author said, "What's wrong? If you can't eat, you still have to force yourself to eat?"

"Hey! If you can't eat, you can take less! If you take so much at once, do you really think you are a pig?"

"How do you speak?"

"Why am I talking? I'm still talking like this! I've never seen you like this! They are like starving ghosts, and don't look at their stomachs!"

Several waiters sneered at the restaurant, "Don't show off if you can't eat it! Do you know how to write the word "waste"?"

An author slammed the table and said angrily: "Isn't it just money? You can calculate how much money I have left for me. Isn't it over if I give it to you? Is it necessary to yell so loudly?"

The waiter hurriedly walked up to the person with a small notebook calculator and calculated, "One thousand three hundred and fifty-eight, I'll remove the fraction of it for you, one thousand three, are you WeChat or cash?"

"Why are there so many?"

"This is a discounted price. The hairy crab in front of you costs 388, okay? Look at how many of them are placed on your plate? There are also this pair of shrimps and abalone, which adds up to a variety of mixed bags. It costs at least 3,000 outside. We will give you 1,300 yuan, and you have already vomited blood and rewarded the guests!"

"You are blackmailing! Isn't eating here free? I won't pay for this money!"

"You can eat for free, but you can't waste it! Now you either give the money or you finish eating!"

A group of writers in the restaurant looked at each other, looking at the hill-like food in front of them, it hurt a little. No matter whether they eat or not, they can eat as much as they can. At least they can pay less when they really have to settle the accounts.

At this moment, these writers were so angry that they gritted their teeth at Guo Dalu, who was the first to serve the food. If it weren't for the guy Guo Dalu, they wouldn't have been able to get this embarrassing.

"Oh, my appetite is pretty good!"

After Guo Dalu had enough food and drink, he stood up from the table with a touch of his mouth, "Eighty percent full is just right, it's comfortable! Everyone, eat slowly, I have to take a walk outside and eat it!"

The authors of a restaurant glared at him.

Guo Dalu laughed, walked out of the restaurant, and walked towards the west lake.

Now the drizzle has just stopped and the air is fresh. Walking by the lake and watching the night waves rippling, it is a unique scene.

He went out, and the authors in the restaurant were just sitting on wax.

Some people really don’t eat so much, so they can only admit that they are unlucky, blushing and bargaining prices with the waiter, while others are scoundrels, wanting to call the restaurant to cheat customers, and some want to sneak away. There are even a few stingy people, and it’s okay to eat and drink freely. If they want to pay, there is no door!

If you don’t want to pay, you can only eat hard. When Guo Dalu came back from the West Lake, he found that there were still a few people holding the wall and panting from the restaurant door, slowly squirming towards the stairs, one by one like a pregnant woman.

"What's going on is this?"

Guo Dalu was very curious. His urinary sensation did not change due to his mouth and shouted: "Why are you pregnant just now?"

ps: Book promotion and book promotion are all works by friends in my group. The first one is "I set up a street stall in another world". The new book is worth reading. This guy can finally write a promising book.

The second one is "The Special War of the Anti-Japanese War": Blood in Nanjing, the passionate resistance to the war, the swearing to kill the Japanese, and the blood debt is paid for!

The third one is the theme of anti-Japanese war, "The Blood of the Anti-Japanese War" and the recommendation: Millions of soldiers go to the national crisis, and the blood of the mountains and rivers are endless.
Chapter completed!