At eleven-thirty at noon, the glass-roofed observation restaurant on the thirty-sixth floor of Jinsheng Hotel.
Beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling transparent windows lay Dongjiang City's bustling urban district, with the vast distant mountains and the Yangtze River, frozen like a ribbon, visible farther away.
The sunlight was brilliant. The towers, houses, Yangtze River, and mountains were all draped in a layer of snowy white, shining brightly with a grandeur all their own.
Gao Wu had fought in the arena on Jinsheng Hotel's underground first floor two days ago, but he had never visited the observation restaurant. Looking down over Dongjiang's scenery now, he only felt his field of vision broaden, as though his very heart had opened along with it.
As one of Dongjiang's most luxurious restaurants, the observation restaurant was decorated in a modern Western style, its overall design simple and refined.
Through the transparent glass, they could see the open kitchen, where a group of neatly dressed chefs bustled about. From time to time, flames roared from the stoves and clouds of wok smoke billowed.
The bustling world lay beneath their feet, and the scent of mortal life was close at hand. Yet the guests here could leisurely enjoy all this prosperity without being touched by even a speck of that worldly smoke.
Rich people really know how to enjoy themselves... Gao Wu muttered inwardly. He had to admit that this kind of enjoyment was indeed comfortable. He was even a little envious.
Once he had money, he would bring Sister Jun and the old man here to enjoy themselves too!
Gao Wu's loose blue-and-white school uniform was particularly eye-catching in the restaurant. The moment Song Yunhe walked in, he spotted Gao Wu.
Song Yunhe's expression was somewhat complicated. By standards of dress and etiquette, Gao Wu was being