Three naive men followed her to the restaurant like innocent children.
Upon arrival, the rain had lessened, turning into a drizzle.
After getting out of the car, they walked towards the entrance without umbrellas.
To their surprise, as soon as they reached the door, it was like a late-night bar, with bursts of unrestrained screaming coming from inside.
And all of them were female voices.
Why were there so many women?
Zhan Beijue stopped, frowning uncomfortably.
Jiang Nanfang, following behind, bumped into his back but looked excited.
"Let's go, why did you stop? Hurry up and go in. This restaurant has a 100% positive online review. Let's go in and see!"
As she spoke, the automatic doors opened.
Jiang Nanfang excitedly pulled Zhan Beijue inside.
Upon entering, the three men in sharp suits immediately stood out, like cranes in a flock of chickens.
The restaurant was large, with seats packed closely together. Downstairs, there were likely seventy to eighty tables.
Every single table was filled with women.
From eighty years old down to eighteen, of all heights, shapes, and sizes, it was a truly spectacular scene.
However, this was not the most spectacular part.
The most spectacular part was that next to every woman stood a young man, shirtless, wearing only an apron.
The men smiled, standing beside the women, some pouring drinks, others serving food, and some even letting the beautiful women rest their heads on their shoulders...
Although everyone looked harmonious and cheerful, the sight of an entire room like this was undeniably bizarre.
The three tall men in suits clearly had no idea what was happening.
Their expressions were as if they had eaten a fly, utterly stunned.
Jiang Nanfang looked back at the three, seeing their identical shocked expressions, and couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
It seemed they were all quite normal, not quite agreeing with this profession that used physical appearance to attract customers.
Within five seconds, Zhan Beijue's stomach reacted violently.
He frowned, looking at Jiang Nanfang as if he wanted to devour her.
"This is the restaurant you spent so much effort finding? Are you trying to disgust me?!"
"You wouldn't understand, Mr. Zhan," Jiang Nanfang argued.
"This is a new business model. It was specifically created to satisfy female customers' desires. Look how happy everyone is, with a 100% positive review. How can you say I'm trying to disgust you?"
"Stop spewing nonsense. I think you have ill intentions. If you like watching men so much, stay here yourself."
With that, Zhan Beijue turned away in disgust.
In the blink of an eye.
The restaurant manager, seeing three tall, handsome men at the entrance, mistook them for job applicants and hurried over.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't leave, are you handsome guys here for a job interview?"
"Come, come. I'm the manager here, let me introduce you."
He reached out and grabbed Zhan Beijue's wrist.
"Wow, so sturdy, and your physique is great, and you're handsome too. If you come here, you'll definitely become popular."
"What's your name, handsome guy? How old are you? We charge by the hour, and with your looks, you can get the highest rate of..."
Zhan Beijue felt like he was going to throw up and turned back coldly, his eyes like knives, staring at the manager.
"Shut up."
Seeing his aura, the manager was startled and quickly took a step back.
"..."
"Which eye of yours saw me as an applicant? Restaurants like yours shouldn't exist in the human market."
"You..."
"She's here for a job interview. Let her stay."
With that, Zhan Beijue left the restaurant without looking back.
The restaurant manager eyed Jiang Nanfang.
Seeing that this girl was fair-skinned, tall, with regular features, and looked exceptionally beautiful, he became overjoyed.
"Are you here for a job interview too? That's great, we also recruit beautiful women. Some female customers really like your type, you know. Come, come..."
"No, no, I'm not applying." Jiang Nanfang quickly escaped from him and chased after Zhan Beijue's retreating figure.
"Just kidding. I was just kidding, don't be angry."
"Actually, I was looking for the restaurant next door." Jiang Nanfang ran up to the three of them, walking backward, explaining to everyone.
"Look, there's a private kitchen restaurant there. Let's go there. I was really joking just now."
Ah Zhong turned his head and looked next door. Indeed, it was Zhang's Private Kitchen.
He reminded Zhan Beijue, "Director Jiang was really just joking. This kind of restaurant is very popular online lately. I heard my girlfriend mention it too."
"Right? And some restaurants are filled with only beautiful women. Some wear bikinis, some wear qipaos, all to serve male customers like you."
"Why is it so annoying to you when they cater to female customers in reverse?"
Zhan Beijue had never been to such a vulgar restaurant and didn't know such things existed.
He frowned with disgust, "Can you stop talking? Don't pollute my ears with such vulgar things."
"Alright, alright, you're elegant. We can go eat at the elegant private kitchen next door, right?"
The four of them moved and arrived at the entrance of the antique restaurant.
Pushing the door open, pleasant classical music and a scent of sandalwood wafted out. Two hostesses in lotus-pink qipaos nodded gracefully at everyone.
"Hello, welcome."
Satisfied now?
Jiang Nanfang smiled and nudged Vice President Gao with her arm.
"How about now? Quite respectable, isn't it?"
Vice President Gao dared not comment and looked at Zhan Beijue.
Zhan Beijue glanced around the room.
Business was not good; most of the tables were empty.
Seven or eight waitresses in pink qipaos were scattered around the restaurant.
Today seemed to be all about uniforms.
A group of men in uniform next door, and a group of women in uniform here. They couldn't possibly eat like this!
"Find a private room. No waitresses. You serve the food."
"???"
"Jiang Nanfang. If I see anyone in uniform again today, you'll walk home yourself."
And so, the three big men sat inside waiting for their food, with the waitresses delivering the dishes to the door, and Jiang Nanfang carrying them in.
Zhan Beijue had a scowl on his face the entire time, and the meal was tasteless.
They had to return to the company to continue working in the afternoon, and after eating, Vice President Gao urged them to leave quickly.
Zhan Beijue instructed Ah Zhong, "You take Vice President Gao back. I have something to say to Jiang Nanfang."
Jiang Nanfang felt an increased itchiness on her body.
She didn't know if it was because she had eaten eggs and shrimp earlier, but now not only her face and arms but her entire body itched, making her restless.
Yet, Zhan Beijue still asked her to drive.
"You drive. I, Zhan Beijue, never act as a chauffeur."
It was ridiculous to command others when there was a chauffeur available.
As Jiang Nanfang drove, she couldn't help but wriggle her body, letting the seat friction her back to alleviate the itch.
Zhan Beijue wanted to lecture her about choosing restaurants and remind her to be more normal and set a good example for the children.
Seeing her attitude, he became even more enraged.
"Jiang Nanfang, with your ungraceful posture when standing and sitting, and your complete lack of manners, you still want to fight me for the children? What qualifications do you have to be a mother?"