She pretended as if she had eaten everything herself.
The waiter lowered his head as he brought in another hot dish. The moment he set it down, he discovered that the table was completely empty, save for this single bowl.
The corners of his mouth twitched and his pupils were filled with shock. He wondered if he had traveled through time back to half an hour ago. Unable to restrain himself, he asked politely:
“Hello, there should have been half a table’s worth of dishes here just now. Where did they go?”
One of his colleagues had encountered a “dine-and-dash” scoundrel before. Because it wasn’t discovered in time, the manager had deducted a month’s worth of bonuses from his pay.
Therefore, he seriously suspected that he had run into the same thing today, and that the nature of this situation was even worse. He estimated there were accomplices helping her cover her tracks, responsible for hauling the food away so they could eventually frame him, claiming he never served the food at all.
The more the waiter thought about it, the more he felt it was true. Otherwise, why would she have asked for so many takeout boxes?
Fortunately, he had discovered it in time. If all the dishes had been served, it wouldn’t be as simple as losing a few months’ bonuses—being fired on the spot would be considered an act of mercy.
The signature dishes at Beigang were very expensive. His entire month’s salary probably couldn’t even buy the ingredients for a single dish.
Shen Ruoran calmly took a spoonful of the Ginseng Black Bone Chicken Soup and said nonchalantly, “I have a large appetite. I finished it all.”
He didn’t believe her. She ate so much that even the takeout boxes were gone?
The waiter kept his hands politely at his sides, but unlike the previous times, he didn’t immediately close the door and leave.
His eyes darted around the private room like a restaurant detective, determined to find the flaw in Shen Ruoran’s abnormal behavior.
Seeing that he refused to leave, Shen Ruoran knew what the waiter was worried about. She patted the black trash bag beside her and took the initiative to clear the air:
“I put the finished boxes in here. Why? Do you want to open it and check?”
The waiter shook his head and offered a polite smile of apology. Of course he wouldn’t rashly open it; that would be too rude, and it wasn’t how people at Beigang conducted themselves.
He pretended as if nothing was wrong, confirmed the door was closed, and then quickly walked to the manager’s office.
Zhang Ruheng was sitting in front of his computer preparing the second-quarter sales report when he was startled by Chen Weifeng rushing in.
“Haven’t I told you? Working here, even if the sky is falling, you cannot be reckless. You must knock and report before entering my office.”
Chen Weifeng nodded repeatedly in apology and smiled sheepishly. “Manager, I’m sorry. The situation is quite urgent. A ‘scammer’ customer might have come to Beigang, and I need your help to handle it.”
Scams were no small matter. Zhang Ruheng saved his file, locked the office door, and followed Chen Weifeng to Shen Ruoran’s private room while listening to the report.
When they entered the room, the faint scent of pastries and fried meat lingered in the air, but the mahogany dining table was completely bare.
Chen Weifeng’s mouth twitched speechlessly. It seemed his guess was correct; this was a premeditated, prepared attempt to get a free meal.
He hoped the manager would see that he discovered it in time and wouldn’t punish him too severely.
The dishes served previously already totaled over 10,000 yuan.
Shen Ruoran looked at the empty-handed waiter and feigned confusion. “Is something the matter? You didn’t bring any dishes in.”
Zhang Ruheng bowed. Intruding was very rude and he was sorry, but under the circumstances, Chen Weifeng’s suspicion was not without reason.
“Hello, distinguished guest. Our restaurant has never encountered a major client like you before. Because the amount for this meal is quite substantial, could we ask you to pay half of the bill first?”
Zhang Ruheng forced a smile. When he said this, there was obvious uncertainty in his voice. His thoughts were the same as Chen Weifeng’s; he felt that Shen Ruoran would likely refuse.
When that happened, they would need to call the police.
A young girl shouldn’t have such a large appetite, not to mention how so many takeout boxes could just vanish into thin air.
The air conditioner hummed, and the black plastic bag on the side swayed conspicuously, making a slight rustling sound.
No one paid attention to it, and it finally went still.
A pure black “Supreme Card” swiped lightly through the card machine. Only then did the manager and the waiter wake up from their shock as if from a dream.
A Black Card—a global limited edition. In City B, there were no more than five people who owned this card!
Zhang Ruheng, who was well-versed in the world of business, felt that things were going poorly. His words just now had definitely offended Shen Ruoran. His eyes shifted as he promised in an extremely humble posture:
“I am very sorry. My subordinate was blind and offended you. Today’s meal will be 50% off. You won’t need to pay the rest later.”
Shen Ruoran had achieved her goal. After this incident, her future orders at this restaurant would be much smoother and without obstacles.
“Your restaurant’s food tastes good. Leave a contact method; I will order often. You should provide delivery services, right?”
A person who could serve as a manager at Beigang was more discerning of the situation than owners of ordinary restaurants.
Even though they clearly did not offer this service to the public, Zhang Ruheng lied through his teeth without blinking. “We do, we do. Just give us an address and we will definitely deliver to you promptly.”
He added another sentence: “As a distinguished Black Card user, Beigang will waive the delivery fee within the city.”
Once they established a connection with a Black Card holder, Beigang wouldn’t just be a landmark of City B; it would very likely expand nationwide or even globally.
Shen Ruoran didn’t want to come here every day to pack food, which was why she had spent so much time acting out this scene.
She looked at the manager with satisfaction. As expected of a leader, he was quite sensible!
She handed over a slip of paper. “Deliver to this address from now on. The storage locker code is 909899. Keep the delivery time between 7:00 PM and 8:00 PM.”
Zhang Ruheng accepted it respectfully. Xinju Yuan? It sounded a bit familiar. It seemed to be the place the big boss had just bought and was preparing to move into.
Using the same method, Shen Ruoran swept through several other large restaurants. Under the cover of private rooms, she collected the packed food into her space, solidifying her reputation as a “Big Eater.”
The restaurant owners also guiltily offered daily delivery services.
Free delivery + all types of cuisines.
The next day, after the acquisition of supplies at the suburban warehouse was complete, Shen Ruoran changed her morning walk routine to wholesale steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, wontons, egg pancakes, and more from breakfast shops.
After filling a backpack and two bags, she would ride her electric scooter to a deserted place, put them into her space, and continue to the next shop.
Her targets for afternoon tea were fried chicken shops, pizza parlors, and milk tea shops.
At noon, she specifically ordered hotpot delivery that could be sent to her home, ordering enough for fifty people at a time.
In the afternoon, she swept through dessert shops, bakeries, and cake shops. Every time Shen Ruoran entered a store, she received a warm welcome from the staff.
The amount of desserts, bread, and cakes made daily was limited. The sooner they sold out, the easier their jobs would be, which was equivalent to getting off work early.
In the evening, she went to food stalls and BBQ shops. The owners’ faces would twitch the moment they saw Shen Ruoran.
Her arrival meant the grills would be smoking again. Her destructive power was even stronger than a group of “Special Forces” college students traveling on a budget.
After serving Shen Ruoran, their hands would often feel weak the next day, and even their desire to make money weakened significantly.
Countdown to the torrential rain: 5 days.
Remaining balance in Shen Ruoran’s wallet: 90 million.