Wang Tingting reached out and took Gao Leng's card, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm afraid you will have to go there in person. This...I don't want your password. The credit card machine can't get it."

If you buy ping-pong rackets of hundreds of thousands, you can buy it. How much does it cost? This password is definitely not available.

Gao Leng smiled lightly, took the pen and paper on the coffee table, wrote down the password and handed it to her, waving his hand: "Go."

Wang Tingting was speechless, and then she glanced at Gao Leng with a sigh. She has been working here for a year, and the people who come here are all high-end consumers, and the people can only look up to every asset.

Gao Leng was the first to give the bank card to the waiter and tell the password so casually.

This person is really big-hearted, really manly, domineering, Wang Tingting thought, nodded, took the note with the password and walked out quickly. The sports hall is on the top floor. I got on the elevator and arrived soon.

Wang Tingting walked fast and had a clear goal. The racket used by the national player in a certain international game won the world championship. It is the treasure of the table tennis stadium.

Everyone will notice what she likes. She just came to work in the hotel and noticed the precious items in this sports hall. Many times after get off work, she came to take a look through the glass.

But we can only take a look at this price, which is not affordable for working-class people.

"Wang Tingting, why did you come here? Change of shift? I came to see this table tennis bat again. You said that you are so beautiful and married with a big guy. You can buy as many of these as you want." The waiter glanced at it. Recognizing her, she often came to see her, so her smile was a little bit more jokes.

"The big celebrities are all big stars or celebrities, how can you afford a waiter like us, you, don't shame her." Another waiter answered.

The smell of gunpowder is a bit strong.

The waiters in the sports hall are not as good as the teahouses. The teahouse is an artistic place with high-level waiters and high salaries. This mockery stems from the difference in level in life, which brings a little jealousy.

"Well, I'll buy this." Wang Tingting raised her head slightly and handed over the bank card: "Swipe the card."

The two waiters were slightly surprised. After looking at each other, their faces became more and more envious. They quickly pulled her sleeves and lowered their voices and asked, "Why, does someone look after you?"

Wang Tingting moved her lips and smiled lightly.

"Swipe your card first." She couldn't help but say a little bit of joy in her words.

A woman's vanity, more or less, will be inspired by the envy of her friends.

The waiter hurriedly took the credit card machine. When they took the credit card machine, Wang Tingting glanced at the password, and then put the note in his pocket. Swipe the card, enter the password, and take the packaged table tennis racket.

Going to the supermarket to swipe a 100 yuan card is really different from swiping hundreds of thousands.

At least, the expression of the person who serves you is different.

"You all know the password!"

"It seems that I was really attracted by the customer. It's such a blessing to you!" The waiter looked envy and jealous.

Wang Tingting only felt an unspeakable sense of supremacy in her heart. This feeling is a feeling that the rich will only experience. She looked down at the bank card and the table tennis racket, biting her lip.

"Wow... will you be able to be Mrs. Kuo soon? It's okay if you don't be Mrs. Kuo. It's okay to fall in love with the boss, and you will have money after you break up. You are so lucky!" The two became more envy and hatred.

"This...this is what the customer wants to buy, you guys think too much." Wang Tingting bit her lip and explained.

"That's also a customer who wants to chase you. There must be a lot of money in this card. This code tells you so, why don't you want to chase you?" Several people were talking, suddenly stopped their mouths, and looked behind Wang Tingting. , A **** appeared on his face.

Wang Tingting turned her head to take a look, and walked over in a big stride, and nodded at her with a smile.

The waiters hurriedly bent slightly to the standard, Wang Tingting held the card and table tennis in both hands, and handed it to Gao Leng: "Boss, I've bought it. This is the invoice."

With that, she handed over the invoice.

Gao Leng waved his hand. After taking the bank card from her hand, he stood at the table tennis racket counter and looked at one of them: "I bought this."

The waiter quickly took it out: "Hello, this racket is 4,800 yuan."

Gao Leng handed over the bank card, and pointed to the 120,000 yuan racket in Wang Tingting's hand: "Wrap it all up."

After swiping the card, Wang Tingting quickly took the packaged racket and handed it to Gao Leng respectfully. Gao Leng shook his head, "Give it to you."

"Wow..." The waiter couldn't help letting out an enviable exclamation. Seeing the domineering president in the TV series in real life, it was even more exciting and enviable.

Wang Tingting was surprised. After a few seconds, she handed the packing box to Gao Leng and shook her head: "Boss, we have a rule that we cannot accept gifts from guests."

Indeed, this is a rule, not to mention that there are two people watching here, and this rule is unbreakable. Wang Tingting attaches great importance to this job, and Gao Leng's sudden favor made her a little timid.

The hundreds of thousands of gifts are also frightening to put away.

"Wang Tingting." Gao Leng called out her name directly and pulled her aside: "I know you before, not counting the relationship between the customer and the waiter, we... are friends."

Wang Tingting looked at Gao Leng suspiciously.

She naturally wouldn't know the current Gao Leng, after all, this was the body after rebirth, completely different from before.

Gao Leng smiled: "My name is Gao Leng."

Wang Tingting tilted her head, thought about it, and shook her head.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Gao Leng's heart. He smiled, did not speak, just reached out and shook her hand, and pointed to the table tennis racket: "Come on, I'm afraid your one hundred and twenty thousand expensive ones are reluctant to use. I bought you a cheap one."

After speaking, he left in a big stride.

What makes Gao Leng a little surprised is that he always thought that he had an impression of Wang Tingting’s youth, so many times that he pretended to meet by coincidence, so many times that he secretly blocked the heartbeat of snacks, and even, there were several intentional or unintentional. Look at each other.

Not to mention, he gave a table tennis racket with his name written on it.

But what he didn't expect was that Wang Tingting didn't recognize him in front of him. He was normal, his body was different, his face was different, but he didn't even remember the name.

Gao Leng sighed softly, turned around and looked at Wang Tingting in the distance, and saw that she looked at herself blankly and joyfully, holding the table tennis racket tightly.

"Finally, I gave you a table tennis racket, and you accepted it." Gao Leng turned his head and walked away.

There is always a girl who has enriched your youth and the memories of your entire puberty, but she knows nothing. The table tennis bats given out, the memories of youth given out.

Gao Leng took out the gum-like machine from his trouser pocket. He secretly put the machine under the table with a weird smile on his face. It was a tape recorder.

High-definition recorder, he carries with him.

Going back to the room, sleeping, and a good night's dream, at seven o'clock in the morning, his mobile phone rang as a text message: Are you up? I'm outside your door, I have something important.

Gao Leng's face changed as soon as he saw the text message, he bounced off the bed without saying a word, got dressed quickly, and opened the door quickly.