The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 616
“Watch your mouth, b*tch. I‘m here to show some support. How dare you call me trash? How high–end do you think your shop
is? It‘s nothing out of the ordinary.” “Since we‘re not welcome here, we‘ll leave.”
“Zion, it’s not that we don‘t want to be here. Your wife is horrible.”
All the workers were angry.
Zion apologized. “I‘m sorry, everyone. I‘m sorry. I apologize on behalf of Louisa.”
“Zion, you piece of trash. Why are you apologizing? Even though our shop isn‘t too high–end, we still couldn‘t allow any Tom,
Dick, or Harry to enter. Get them out of here!” Just then, a man in a suit and tie approached. Louisa put on her best smile.
“Mr. Zackson! Please, come in!”
She warmly greeted him.
Zion‘s expression was ugly. He looked at his friends, wanting to explain. However, all of them ignored him, turning to leave
instead. “Ay.”
Zion sighed in resignation.
James saw the whole thing.
He shook his head slightly.
He looked at the time. It was almost time to eat.
“Zion.”
He called out for Zion, halting him in his steps.
Zion turned to look at James, a bitter expression on his face. “Sorry, James. You‘ve seen me at my worst.”
James waved a hand. “It‘s nothing. I reserved a table yesterday. It‘s almost time. I‘m ready to eat.”

“James, I reserved a private room on the second floor just for you.” “What private room?” Louisa looked at James disdainfully as
she ushered guests inside. “He’s nothing but trash. Why does he need a private room? Zion, I‘ve reserved the room for another
VIP. Let James wait. If he wants to, he can eat in the common spaces when there are fewer guests at about two or three
o‘clock.”
“Louisa, this isn‘t nice. James made a reservation yesterday.” “Who cares? This is my place and I call the shots.”
Zion was angry, but he kept his mouth shut.
He looked at James apologetically.
James clapped him on the shoulder. “It‘s okay. Don‘t worry about it. I‘ll wait then.”
Just then, a luxurious car drove up.
It was a Bentley worth billions.
Behind the Bentley was a small truck.
A middle–aged man exited the Bentley.
He was the butler of the Dawns, Luther.
As soon as Luther exited, he spotted James and Zane at the entrance. Zane smiled. “James, the presents are here. Should we
give them to Zion now?”
“Of course. When else?” James rolled his eyes.
Luther approached and smiled at both men. Then, he produced a list and read it.
“Wishing Zion and Louisa the heartiest congratulations on the grand opening of their restaurant! Here are gifts of eight million
and eight hundred thousand dollars, a pair of lucky jade pieces, a jade lion, and gold cutlery.” After that, men started carrying
boxes into the restaurant.
Zion and Louisa stood rooted to the spot as they heard it.
James looked at Zane.

“This is what you call ‘normal‘?”
Zane looked troubled. He asked, “Is it too little? I‘m sorry, James. Let me get...”
“No, no. It‘s enough.”
James stopped him at once. No wonder he was worth trillions. This was his normal.