Chapter 282: Ingrate
Moreover, those people were all dressed impeccably and carried themselves with elegance and grandeur. The cars they arrived in were at least Audi A6s.
The young man standing before her, asking about the Super VIP room, was clearly associated with that distinguished group. His status must be extraordinary as well.
"Sir, the Super VIP room is on the fourth floor, first door on the left after you exit the elevator," the waitress said with a bright smile.
Noah nodded and was about to step forward when a surprised voice suddenly called out:
"Noah, what are you doing here?"
Noah turned to see a group of over a dozen people standing at the entrance, all wearing press badges. Among them, a woman in jeans looked at him with surprise. It was Thomas. Beside her stood a middle-aged man with glasses, Sofia.
"I'm here for a meal," Noah replied calmly, glancing at Thomas.
"A meal?" Thomas was taken aback.
"Excuse me, how many in your party?" the waitress asked the group of journalists with a smile.
"We've already reserved a room, the Super VIP," Thomas replied.
"Oh, what a coincidence! You are also guests of the Super VIP room," the waitress said with a smile. "It's on the fourth floor, first door on the left after you exit the elevator."
"Coincidence?" Thomas looked at Noah uncertainly. "Noah, are you also going to the Super VIP room?"
"Yes," Noah nodded and answered truthfully.
Hearing this, the group of journalists was stunned and started whispering among themselves.
"Is this guy the Noah from last night's 'I Am the Great Tycoon'?"
"I didn't expect to see him in person today."
"Did he really say he's going to the Super VIP room? Is that true?"
"Noah, are you sure you're going to the Super VIP room? That's the most upscale room in this restaurant, and a meal there costs tens of thousands," Thomas said. "More importantly, today's guests in the Super VIP room are sponsors of 'I Am the Great Tycoon,' along with us journalists. What are you doing there?"
Though Thomas spoke softly, her words were overheard by the waitress and other diners.
"'I Am the Great Tycoon'? Sponsors? Noah?"
"Could it be the same 'I Am the Great Tycoon' I watched last night?"
Many diners turned their eyes towards Noah, scrutinizing him closely.
"You... you're Noah!" The waitress pointed at Noah, her eyes wide, covering her mouth in shock as she recognized him.
She had watched 'I Am the Great Tycoon' the previous night and had been infuriated by Noah's behavior, staying up all night discussing him on Twitter with other viewers. She never expected to meet him in person today.
"Oh my God, it's really Noah!"
"Wow, I didn't expect to see him here!"
"Is this the same arrogant, stingy, disrespectful son-in-law Noah?"
Some diners also recognized Noah, whispering among themselves with disdain in their eyes. Noah had been the most hated person in last night's episode of 'I Am the Great Tycoon.'
Noah remained indifferent to these comments, his expression unchanged.
Thomas's eyes gleamed as she said, "Noah, for your safety, I suggest you go home. Don't show your face in public."
"Although Eagleland is a law-abiding country and generally safe at night, there are millions of people who dislike you. There's no guarantee that a few crazies won't try to harm you if they see you."
"I came to eat, and I'll leave after I'm done," Noah replied calmly.
"Eat? You?" Sofia couldn't help but interject. Having followed Larry's program, he held Noah in utter contempt.
"Even if you have a million, you don't belong in the Super VIP room," he said mockingly. "Today's guests in the Super VIP room are all sponsors of 'I Am the Great Tycoon,' each worth at least ten billion. Do you think you belong there?"
"Moreover, there's a celebration banquet inside, celebrating last night's top ratings for 'I Am the Great Tycoon.' How could someone like you, just an ordinary person chosen by the production team, possibly be allowed in?"
"Yes, Noah!" Thomas added, realization dawning on her. "How did you even know our program team was holding a celebration banquet in the Super VIP room today?"
"Nathan told me," Noah answered coolly.
"How dare you!" Sofia's eyes widened in anger. "Noah, watch your language! Mr. Nathan is the chief sponsor of 'I Am the Great Tycoon,' investing three billion! How dare you call him by name! That's so disrespectful!"
As he spoke, he picked up his camera and started filming Noah. "I'll record your disrespectful behavior and show it when your episode airs, so the whole country can see your poor character."
"Noah, how could you address Mr. Nathan by name?" Thomas was also frowning, somewhat angry. "Noah, you're really impolite! Don't you realize that million dollars was given to you by Mr. Nathan? It was him who elevated you from an ordinary person to your current status."
"Giving you a million dollars to buy luxury cars, Armani, and reward streamers... Without Mr. Nathan, would you be where you are now? Calling him by name is incredibly disrespectful! To put it bluntly, it's ingratitude!"
"Yes, without the sponsors, you'd just be an ordinary person. How could you have a million?"
"Exactly, Noah, you're really impolite!"
"I read in Thomas's report that you've been corrupted by money, and it seems true."
"You've lost all your virtues because of that million!"
The group of journalists continued to criticize Noah.
Hearing the journalists' words, the diners and waitstaff quickly grasped the situation.
"This Noah seems to be an ordinary person chosen by 'I Am the Great Tycoon'!"
"From what the journalists are saying, it seems so. And he got a million!"
"Heavens, why wasn't I chosen instead?"
"More importantly, this Noah seems ungrateful! Disrespecting the sponsors!"
"The sponsors are his benefactors!"
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The waitstaff and diners looked at Noah with disdain and disgust. Such ingratitude was revolting.
