The Chinese restaurant Ruan Xiaozhu mentioned was on Arbat Street.
Anyone who lived in Moscow would know this street.
It was Moscow's most famous shopping street. Though it was called an "avenue," it was actually quite short, only one kilometer long in total.
And no vehicles were allowed—pedestrians only!
For this restaurant to dare open on the exorbitantly expensive Arbat Street, it must have had some real backing. Otherwise, it would not even earn enough to cover the rent.
At six that evening, Wang Ye and Nalan Yaqi got out of the car at the entrance to Arbat Street and planned to walk to the restaurant.
Two bodyguards followed closely behind them. The other bodyguards and the convoy could only wait nearby.
Wang Ye did not want to be too conspicuous either. Bringing a dozen heavily armed hulking men to dinner really would have been ridiculous. Anyone who did not know better might think they were there to rob the place...
Besides, this was the city center. There were plenty of Russian police patrols, and it was very safe, so there was no need to worry about security.
Not long after getting out of the car, they saw a conspicuous Chinese sign: Huaxia Pavilion Grand Restaurant!
The name sounded grand, but the restaurant itself was not very large—just a three-story building. It was not actually on the main stretch of Arbat Street, but on a side street that merely intersected with it.
When they reached the entrance, a beautiful Russian woman in a cheongsam enthusiastically came over and asked in slightly awkward Chinese, "Excuse me... are you here to eat?"
Wang Ye smiled and replied in Chinese as well, "My friend reserved a private room. Room Tian 6."
According to Ruan Xiaozhu, this restaurant did not have the kind