God of Wealth

Luo Jun followed Qian Shubei all the way to the headquarters of the Gathering Treasure Pavilion.

This was not Luo Jun's first time here, but it was already close to midnight, and the Gathering Treasure Pavilion was still brilliantly lit. Large numbers of people continued working in the magnificent hall. Judging by their proficiency, this clearly was not temporary holiday overtime; the Gathering Treasure Pavilion's twenty-four-hour operation had likely long been the norm.

Seeing this scene, Luo Jun silently cursed those damned capitalists. Crows were black everywhere, it seemed; not even the Different World could escape them.

The two crossed the main hall and went up to a Reception Room. Qian Shubei instructed the maids to bring Luo Jun tea and refreshments, asked him to wait a moment, then withdrew.

Luo Jun picked up the teacup and took a sip. He knew nothing about tea, but its refreshing fragrance still secretly surprised him. He figured it had to be exceptionally expensive tea and wondered whether he should ask for some to take away.

He picked up another pastry. He had never seen one like it before. It was roughly the size of a bottle cap and wrapped in a sheet of semi-transparent oiled paper. Luo Jun tried peeling the paper back, but it seemed to be folded and layered several times. The more he peeled, the smaller it became, until all that remained were several crumpled scraps spread across the table, with colorful filling caught in their creases.

What was going on?

Luo Jun was utterly baffled when he heard a light laugh behind him. Turning around, he saw a beautiful young maid covering her mouth. The slightly older one beside her reminded her, "A Yao, do not be rude in front of a guest!" After saying that, she bowed