Chapter 212: Reciprocal Politeness
Chapter 212: Reciprocal Politeness
The booth where Gao Jing and Hou Weidong sat was S05, quite close to S01.
So they could see the people inside it at a glance.
S01 held six or seven fashionably dressed women.
There were young girls in their teens or twenties, but also mature young ladies in their thirties or forties.
Some were pure and lovely, others charming and beautiful. Some were mature and sexy, others noble and elegant…
Each had her own special charm!
When Gao Jing looked over, several women there giggled and whispered amongst themselves.
Others met his gaze with fiery, teasing looks!
One elegant lady in particular, locked eyes with him, smiled softly, and gracefully raised her wine glass.
Gao Jing noticed all her nails were painted black.
Gao Jing was well aware this woman in the purple dress was Madam Jian, the one who had gifted the wine.
He nodded his head slightly to show his thanks.
“Sssss~”
Hou Weidong sucked in a sharp breath again, much more exaggeratedly this time.
It made Gao Jing turn to look at him questioningly.
Just then, a waiter beside them bent down and asked, “Mister Gao, would you like us to open it for you?”
“Not yet.”
Hou Weidong hurriedly waved his hand at the waiter. “We’ll call you when we want it.”
“Alright, Sir.”
The waiter retreated to a corner.
Hou Weidong gave a furtive glance towards S01, then leaned closer to Gao Jing, lowering his voice. “That’s Sister Dai.”
Gao Jing paused. “Sister Dai?”
This Sister Dai was a very famous person in Southeast Asia.
Her surname was Jian. Originally from Hong Kong Island, she was 19 when she won second place in the Miss Hong Kong pageant.
At 22, Jian Dai married an ethnic Chinese young man from Lion City.
But less than half a year later, Jian Dai’s husband unfortunately passed away, leaving her a sizable fortune.
Two years later, Jian Dai married again.
This second husband was a wealthy man from Malaysia. Tragically, he was killed instantly in a car accident on their wedding day.
They were in the same wedding car. Jian Dai’s husband died terribly on the spot, while she herself emerged without a scratch!
She also inherited this tycoon’s billion-dollar fortune and a paper company.
Starting from this, Jian Dai took only about four or five years to grow this originally ordinary-sized company into the largest paper conglomerate in Southeast Asia.
Their assets exceeded fifty billion!
After the group went public, Jian Dai became involved with a young Hong Kong actor.
Unfortunately, when talk of marriage arose, the latter was brutally murdered on the street.
“Some people say Sister Dai has an unlucky birth chart, fiercely opposing spouses,” Hou Weidong explained. “That she’s fated to bring misfortune to her husbands. Anyway, since then, she hasn’t dated anyone. And no one dares court her.”
“But I heard Sister Dai got a Living Buddha to change her fate. She won’t harm husbands anymore.” He gave Gao Jing a knowing smile. “Brother Gao, Sister Dai has her eye on you! Do you know how much this bottle costs?”
Gao Jing glanced at him. “How much?”
“This is Dalmore 62 Whisky. Only twelve bottles were ever made.” Hou Weidong swallowed hard. “Back in 05, one bottle sold at auction for 100,000 British pounds. The estimated price in collectors’ circles now is around 300,000 US Dollars (greenbacks). You just can’t find it on the market!”
“The Royal Star only has this one bottle. It’s a treasured display piece.”
“Oh, and Sister Dai is also one of the shareholders of the cruise company that owns the Royal Star!”
“Be with her, and you wouldn’t have to work for fifty years!”
While Hou Weidong was telling Gao Jing about Jian Dai, in booth S01, another woman in a red dress couldn’t hold back. “Sister Dai, do you really fancy this guy? You’re even willing to bring out the Dalmore 62?”
Jian Dai crossed her legs, leaning back on the sofa. She took a small sip of her gold champagne, expression calm. “Is that a problem?”
“Oh, no problem,” the red-dressed woman nodded. “But this Mister Gao… he has this aura like a tiger or lion. I’m afraid you might not be able to ‘handle’ him and he might just swallow you whole! Then you’d be in a really bad spot.”
“Hahaha…” Jian Dai laughed, shaking with light mirth. Her deep cleavage became especially noticeable. A smile playing on her lips, she said, “If I alone can’t handle him, you come help me! With both of us working together, shouldn’t we manage it?”
“Aiya!” The red-dressed woman instantly blushed, covering her face and stomping her foot. “Sister Dai! What nonsense are you talking about?”
The woman in the yellow dress beside her giggled. “Hehe, I think it’s Sister Mary whose heart is moved. She wants to share a piece of the pie with Sister Dai.”
“You little brat!” The red-dressed woman lunged at her. “How dare you talk nonsense! Watch me tear your mouth to shreds!”
“Aiya! Help! Someone’s trying to silence me!”
The two rolled around playfully on the sofa, completely oblivious to anyone else.
The others just watched calmly, used to such scenes.
A young girl of eighteen or nineteen asked curiously, “Sister Dai, do you think he will accept the wine?”
Jian Dai only smiled, not answering.
The red and yellow-dressed women stopped their roughhousing.
They, like all the others, really wanted to know how Gao Jing would react.
If he accepted this bottle of Dalmore 62 offered by Jian Dai…
It meant he was accepting Jian Dai’s invitation.
But if he…
“If he refuses, well, then he’d be giving Sister Dai no face.” Back in booth S05, Hou Weidong ducked his head nervously. “The consequences… are unimaginable.”
Sure, his family had some influence in Malaysia. Compared to Jian Dai, though? They were nothing.
Hou Weidong’s own father wasn’t even qualified to sit as an equal to Jian Dai!
Besides her reputation with husbands, Jian Dai’s ruthless skill in business scared countless people.
The Jian family she represented had immense influence in Siam, Malaysia, and Lion City.
Their connections ran deep!
Not to mention Jian Dai was a shareholder in the cruise line that owned the Royal Star.
Gao Jing smiled.
Hou Weidong almost blurted out loud: “Brother Gao, since you can’t escape, you might as well enjoy it!”
Honestly, that thirty-something Jian Dai looked rather young. Her appearance and grace were far beyond those average beauties. Those long legs were spellbinding, and her phoenix eyes were downright captivating.
Plus, her wealth reached tens of billions.
Gao Jing believed countless men would risk death itself to become her suitors!
But being a wealthy woman’s toy boy?
Gao Jing shook his head and waved over the waiter from earlier.
Pointing at the bottle of Whisky on the coffee table, he said, “Open it.”
The waiter hurriedly replied, “One moment, sir.”
Hou Weidong and his buddies exchanged meaningful looks, all wearing knowing smiles.
Brother Gao knew how to play.
Meanwhile, Wenwen beside Gao Jing sulked, pouting with unhappiness.
After the waiter opened the $300,000 greenbacks Dalmore 62,
Gao Jing picked up an earthenware jar from beside him, placed it on the drink tray, and told the waiter, “Please take this bottle to Madam Jian. Tell her I greatly appreciate her gift, and this is my token of thanks.”
The waiter paused briefly, then answered, “Very well, sir.”
He lifted the tray and delivered Gao Jing’s wine.
Hou Weidong stared in amazement. “Brother Gao, where did this wine bottle come from?”
Gao Jing had arrived empty-handed; he definitely hadn’t been carrying any liquor earlier.
“Don’t worry about that,” Gao Jing chuckled. “Here, try this wine.”
Wenwen instantly grabbed the bottle. “Let me pour!”
Her spirits soared—Gao Jing wasn’t running off to the S01 booth to charm rich ladies after all.
Hou Weidong scratched his head, puzzled, but let it drop.
Whatever Brother Gao did was cool by him. He just needed to cheer him on.
Plus, they got to savour Dalmore 62. Absolute bliss!
While they shared the astronomically priced Whisky,
the women at the S01 booth received the bottle Gao Jing sent over via the waiter.
“What kind of wine is this?”
The red-dress and yellow-dress woman shared a baffled look. The former scoffed dismissively, “What sort of cheap swill dares to be a gift after the Dalmore 62?”
She turned to Jian Dai, saying, “Sister Dai, that guy you fancy clearly has no sense.”
Jian Dai didn’t reply.
The billionaire beauty studied the clay jar before her, frowning thoughtfully.
Seeing how seriously she treated it, Red Dress quickly shut her mouth. Though prone to gossip, she wasn’t foolish.
After a moment, Jian Dai exhaled softly. “This might just be Hundred-Fruit Wine.”
She wasn’t entirely certain; she’d only heard rumours and seen pictures.
Red Dress blinked. “Is it… valuable?”
Jian Dai shot her a glance, replying coolly, “Ten million.”
Red Dress’s mouth dropped open, silenced.
Jian Dai couldn’t help glancing back toward Gao Jing—just as he raised his glass.
He smiled faintly in her direction.
That man!
Jian Dai unconsciously licked her scarlet lips, a dangerous glint sparking in her eyes.