Manager of Elegant Residence

"Eight thousand yuan?"

Zhang Yang was stunned, but the sum meant little to Cheng Dongxue. To the Cheng Family, it was hardly a fortune.

To Zhang Yang, though, eight thousand yuan was an enormous expense. They had been poor back then. Even after buying that outfit, he and Liu Mei had struggled to get by in Long'ao. With eight thousand yuan in those days, they would have counted as rich there.

Noticing his shock, Liu Mei opened her mouth, then stopped. Had she said too much? She might have let something slip and given him reason to wonder.

Zhang Yang noticed her hesitation too and asked no more.

One thing was clear: whatever had happened, Liu Mei remembered those days fondly. Otherwise, why would she bring up something painful from so long ago?

It was nearly noon.

"Hurry, hurry! Careful—don't spill it..."

Su Xiner, the manager on duty at Elegant Residence, caught an employee who nearly stumbled into her and reminded her once again to be careful.

Everywhere she looked, Elegant Residence was bustling. The restaurant did not normally host banquets, but since Zhang Yang had come along, this was no longer the first exception.

"Nothing can go wrong today. Everyone, be careful and keep your eyes open."

Holding her walkie-talkie, Su Xiner relayed her instructions to the busy kitchen staff.

No one needed to be told who was coming or who had arranged today's banquet. Only one person had that privilege. If it had been anyone else, Elegant Residence would have declined.

"What's all this? I thought Elegant Residence didn't host banquets."

A new employee hurried to ask a coworker.

"It hasn't since the beginning. But judging by the setup today, the boss must have brought someone in again."

"Who? Who is it?"

Whenever they had a spare