Both Jasper and John shared a look and smiled when they heard Vita praise the food.
Vita’s only hobby was eating good food, and this was something the other two had experienced firsthand. Upon hearing the man praise this blowfish dish, Jasper’s interest grew.
As the three drank and chatted, the private room door was knocked on and subsequently opened.
A middle aged man in a suit then entered.
“Mr. Layne. I heard my subordinates tell me that you’ve come to eat today. I didn’t believe them but here you are.”
Drogo entered the room and greeted Vita passionately. As the economy flourished, privately-owned enterprises normally require a hefty bank loan to grow. Drogo’s behavior right now clearly showed his reliance on this simple fact. This was also proof that Vita’s status in Waterhoof City was still quite considerable.
Vita smiled reservedly. Both Jasper and John were here, so he would not put on a big show of things.
“Mr. Rice. I brought my friends over today and we’re all greatly anticipating the restaurant’s blowfish dish.”
“This is Mr. Jackson of the Agricultural Bank, and this is Mr. Laine, a business friend.”
Vita knew that Jasper preferred to keep a low profile, so he did not introduce the man grandly.
As someone who had been working in the business field for years, Drogo could tell from Vita’s behavior that these two guests were special.
However, most of his attention was on John, who Vita claimed was from the Agricultural Bank. He merely assumed that Jasper was the one paying and trying to please the other two. He assumed that Jasper was just a small fry.
After all, the man was too young.
“Hello, Mr. Jackson. This is my name card. Please do come more often, I’ll make sure to give you a discount.” Drogo handed the name card with a wide smile.
He watched how John took the name card happily first before Drogo turned around to give Jasper one respectfully.
“Hello, Mr. Laine.”
The wrong sequence of greeting John and Jasper, combined with the difference in words he used to greet the two showed that Drogo’s attention was mostly focused on John.
Jasper took the name card with a smile, nonchalant about the man’s difference in attitude.
It was evident that Drogo really valued Vita. After greeting everyone passionately, Drogo took a glass of wine and toasted everyone before he downed two glasses.
With a smooth and slick personality now present, everyone ate at ease.
In less than twenty minutes, Drogo’s easy going personality had livened up the private room’s atmosphere.
Just as Drogo planned to excuse himself, someone who looked like the manager rushed in from outside.
“Something’s happened, Mr. Rice.”
Drogo felt embarrassed to see his manager in such a rush and shouted angrily, “What’s with the franticness? Can’t you tell that I’m busy entertaining guests?”
The manager replied embarrassedly, “It’s Mr. Heron, Mr. Rice. Mr. Heron’s throwing a tantrum outside and he’s demanding to see you.”
“Mr. Heron?”
Drogo looked shocked and slightly frantic when he heard the name. Before he could say anything, the private room doors were kicked open loudly.
A young man stood at the door and looked at Drogo sinisterly as he said, “Look, Drogo. I have guests to treat today and we want that blowfish dish. Those f*ckers said they don’t have any, so I’m here asking you if you do!”
“Do you want to humiliate me or not? Think carefully before you reply. Do you have the dish?”
