The Berkeley Restaurant is ranked among the top ten high-end restaurants in London. The guests who dine here every day are either rich or expensive, and many of them are celebrities if they are rich alone.
The waiters who work here all have eyes that reach to the top of their heads. No matter you are a factory owner or a city councilor, they are respectful but not flattering, polite but principled. They have never seen a customer in their memory. People's carriages came rushing to dine.
The greeter who was seeing guests off at the door looked up and exclaimed, "Oh my God! The horse is frightened or something happened? Sirs and ladies, give way..."
There was chaos at the door of the Berkeley restaurant. The customers who had just finished eating and walked out of the restaurant saw a high-speed carriage rushing towards them. In addition, the doorman's panicked call made them run away in fear.
Just when they thought the horse was frightened, they found that the carriage stopped steadily at the door of the restaurant under the command of the driver, and the hot breath from the tall horse's mouth and nose rushed to the doorman's face.
"Who? That's so rude. Where are the police! Where are the police? We need to call the police!" If he hadn't seen the small royal emblem on the carriage, I'm afraid the doorman would have dragged the driver out and beat him up. , it is impossible to think of calling the police.
If it were an ordinary small restaurant, they would not dare to be so rude when seeing the carriage with the royal logo, but the staff at Berkeley Restaurant are well-informed.
From the specifications of the carriage and the size and location of the royal emblem, they can tell the identity of the owner of the carriage. The carriage in front of them is completely black, the brass lights are not gold-plated, and the royal emblem is only on the door. In the upper right corner, you can't see it clearly unless you look carefully.
Based on this bit of information, the attendant could deduce that this car was either a work car for royal subordinates, or a car for royal family members of the Viscount level.
To be honest, with these two identities, Berkeley Restaurant is really not afraid of you. After all, the royal staff are not nobles. They are just running errands for the royal family. There are many viscounts in the royal family. To put it bluntly, there are as many so-called nobles in London as dogs. Except for those top figures, the rest of the declining nobles may not be as powerful as the big bankers.
Soon, five or six more attendants ran out of the restaurant and followed Men Ying to surround the arrogant carriage. There were sirens beeping in the distance and several policemen were running towards here quickly.
When everyone was angrily trying to settle accounts with the people in the car, suddenly the gauze curtain in the car window opened, and a pair of slender hands with embroidered long gloves appeared in front of everyone.
Immediately after the door handle was opened, a beautiful lady in a long skirt stepped out of the carriage. Her blond shawl hair with natural curls attracted the attention of all the men present.
"You... may I ask this young lady... what's the matter here?" The foreman originally wanted to call for punishment, but when he saw the beauty, all the anger in his stomach suddenly drained away.
The beautiful woman who got off the car did not answer, but turned back and stretched out her hand. Then another beautiful woman put her arm on her hand. It turned out that the one who got off the car first was a maid and not a young lady at all.
Oh, God! How high does one have to be able to use such a beautiful doll as a maid? When the true identity of the real owner in the carriage was revealed, all the men present were so surprised that they almost suffocated.
"Chinese...Chinese? So beautiful!"
There were only a handful of Asian women in Europe at this time, and there was only one with such a high status. Several viscounts and lords not far away recognized her at a glance.
"It's the oriental opera spirit, Fang Guan! God, I actually saw her so close?" A group of men suddenly became excited.
Of course the foreman knows Fangguan's name. She is a top socialite who has close personal relationships with royal princesses and queens from all over the world. She does not dare to offend her.
"It turns out to be Miss Fangguan. Are you here for dinner? Do you have a reservation?" the foreman said respectfully.
"I'm very sorry, because I was really in a hurry, so I pushed a little harder. Did it scare you? If so, I apologize to everyone!" After saying this, Fang Guan and the Yan Zi who were close to her said to the people around her. Curtsied.
The gentlemen and ladies at the scene returned the salute one after another, and Berkeley's attendants did not dare to accept her salute and quickly stepped aside to avoid it.
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding... Is Miss Fangguan here to dine? It seems that your name is not on our order list..."
"But it doesn't matter. Beautiful angels always have privileges. I will arrange a good seat for you. I hope you enjoy your meal tonight!"
At this time, several policemen from afar also ran over. As soon as they saw this posture, they knew that their work was in vain. Several lords around stopped them and explained a few words in a low voice. The policemen scratched their heads helplessly. I don't dare to care about what's going on here.
"Sir, I'm not just here to eat! Is the head of state of our Chinese nation upstairs? Can you take me up? I have urgent matters to report to him!"
"This..." The foreman's expression changed drastically. He was the head of the British intelligence agency, and the foreman was just a cover-up for him. He knew exactly what was going on on the third floor.
"Sorry, I can't take you in without the guest's permission. How about you go to the lobby on the first floor to have something to eat first? I'll go and inform you. What do you think..."
"No!" Fang Guan said with a serious expression, "This is a military and national matter related to our Chinese nation, it cannot wait! Please get out of the way, I must see our head of state now..."
"No, absolutely not! You will disturb our distinguished guests. This is against the rules!"
At this moment, a low cough sounded in the carriage, "What are you chatting with them for? You and your swallow were so bold just now, why are you talking about etiquette now!"
While he was talking, a middle-aged man with an oriental face walked out of the carriage. The foreman's eyes narrowed and he suddenly became nervous, "Oh no, it's him? Chinese CIA Director Wang Huaiyuan?"
We couldn't let them in now. Several attendants lined up at the gate. "No, our Berkeley is a high-end restaurant in London. We can't let you harass my guests..."
"Just wait here. Without the guest's nod, I will never let you in!"
At this moment, Fangguan glanced at the beautiful woman next to him, and saw the Yanzi take out a small and exquisite pistol directly from his bag.
"Oh God! What are you going to do?" the foreman screamed with a pale face, and the surrounding onlookers also exclaimed in fright, "Why did you pull out a gun? This woman is so scary!"
Fang Guan sneered and said, "Don't worry, how can I shoot and hurt people? I will only order my maid to fire into the sky! I think that our Prime Minister will naturally hear the gunshot, then he will know that I am coming. ?"
"You can't be like this... How can you be so barbaric and rude?" All the staff at Berkeley were sweating profusely.
