The moment he stepped into the restaurant, he was greeted by sheer opulence. It felt just like walking into a five-star hotel in his previous life!
"Welcome!" The two hostesses at the entrance smiled and bowed to Achill. One stepped forward with a professional smile. "How may I help you, sir?"
Snap! At her words, Achill snapped his fingers and said casually, "Find me a private room upstairs."
In his previous life, he had never had enough cash to throw around, so all he could do was gaze wistfully at luxury hotels. But things were different now! He was a member of the moneyed class with fifty or sixty million to his name. That might not make him fabulously wealthy among this world's rich, but it certainly qualified him as a multimillionaire!
After finally getting my hands on this much money, how could I uphold the proud traditions of us shut-ins without enjoying myself?
Since he considered his tender little heart wounded, Achill had made up his mind to splurge this time! To borrow a certain pig's dying words: a wounded heart was fine, but a wounded stomach was another matter entirely~
Led by the pretty waitress, Achill headed toward the restaurant's third floor. But halfway up, right between the second and third floors, an earth-shattering howl suddenly caught his attention—
"No! You can't do this!! Human rights! We demand human rights!!" At the bend in the stairs to the third floor, several burly men who were obviously restaurant security guards had a middle-aged, green-haired man in a firm collective grip and were struggling to drag him downstairs...
"This is discrimination!! This is naked, stripped-to-the-skin discrimination!!" The green-haired man clung desperately to the banister with both hands, refusing to budge! He continued yelling at the top of his lungs, **"So