One hostess gestured for Tang Chen to sit, while another quickly headed into the restaurant.
Not long after.
The hostess who had entered the restaurant hurried back out, gestured invitingly, and said, "Honored guest, please follow me."
Tang Chen nodded and rose, following behind the hostess into the restaurant.
The lighting in the lobby was faintly yellow, and its retro style did not diminish its luxury in the slightest. The moment he stepped inside, an imposing, magnificent atmosphere washed over him.
No wonder countless people were desperate to become members, taking pride in dining here.
Its reputation was indeed well deserved.
Of course, the environment was only a small part of it.
More importantly, appearing here was itself a symbol of status!
That Place Is My Home! You're Tang Chen?!
Ding!
The elevator doors slowly opened.
The sixth floor of the Ping An Imperial Feast gradually came into Tang Chen's view.
Under the faint yellow lights, wool carpets covered the floor, while music filled with a sense of history yet still pleasing to the ear gently echoed...
"Honored guest, this is Fugui Huakai Hall."
Arriving before a private room bearing the four bold characters, "Fugui Huakai," the hostess smiled at Tang Chen, then gently knocked on the door.
Immediately afterward, another staff member opened the door from inside.
Upon seeing Tang Chen outside, she turned toward the room and said, "Honored guest, your distinguished guest has arrived."
"Come in."
A hoarse male voice sounded from within.
The staff member inside gave a slight bow, stepped aside from the doorway, and made an inviting gesture.
Tang Chen stepped inside.
At the round table sat a man around fifty years old with graying hair.
He turned to look at Tang Chen, and a strong flicker of surprise clearly flashed through his eyes.