Wen Jie and Sister Meng froze for a moment, their gazes landing in unison on Tang Song's face.
They tried to find some of the authority or aloofness expected of a big boss in his young, handsome features, but all they saw was the same faint smile he had worn while chatting with them earlier.
He was still as gentle as ever.
The owner of Lanfeng International—a five-star hotel?!
Those few words were far too shocking for ordinary office workers like them, earning four or five thousand yuan a month and worrying every day about rent and commuting.
What kind of place was Lanfeng International?
It was a landmark standing in a prime location at the heart of Yancheng.
It was the city's most upscale and largest luxury foreign-related five-star hotel.
They occasionally saw people checking in there for afternoon tea or weddings on Moments, and it often appeared on Douyin and Little Red Book as well.
Its grand glass curtain walls, glittering lobby, and endless stream of luxury cars at the entrance—
To them, it was practically the most direct symbol of "top-tier wealth" and "high society."
That was why they had been so envious when they heard that their former colleague Li Juan had gone to work there.
And now, the owner of that hotel was sitting in this tiny shop, which still smelled faintly of fresh renovations, was less than forty square meters, and reeked of spicy skewers.
Wearing a simple-looking hoodie, he ate one-yuan-fifty-a-skewer spicy skewers with disposable bamboo chopsticks.
Just moments ago, he had calmly discussed investing several tens of thousands of yuan to "expand the business" with them, even offering to help optimize their ingredient supply chain.
The whole thing felt absurdly unreal.
Meng Qin was doing a little better. It was her first