At noon, a banquet was laid out in the Back Courtyard of the Fortunate Inn.
At Lin Zhe's enthusiastic insistence, Wang Qinghui and the others from the management committee stayed at the inn for lunch.
There were no lavish meat and fish dishes, just simple home cooking.
The Soul-Devouring Series staples were served buffet-style. Everyone could eat as much as they wanted-there was plenty!
Everyone on the management committee's staff, from general manager Wang Qinghui down to ordinary office workers, was a loyal customer of the Good Fortune Canteen.
Leaders like Zhang Min, who earned high salaries and came from fairly well-off families, already treated the Good Fortune Canteen as their own dining hall.
After eating there at noon, they often took food home for their families in the evening.
Although the junior employees only earned four or five thousand a month, they were still willing to spend twenty or thirty yuan on a delicious lunch.
Of course, the main reason was that the Soul-Stirring Series food was so delicious. They felt it was more than worth the money, so spending it didn't hurt.
Ordering other takeout usually cost twenty or thirty yuan a meal anyway!
After all, prices around the Scenic Area were considerably higher than elsewhere. That was common knowledge, too.
Four large tables were set up, and the atmosphere was lively.
By the time lunch was over, it was already past two in the afternoon.
After saying goodbye to Lin Zhe, Wang Qinghui and the others took their staff back to the management committee to work.
Lunch had been lively, and Han Wei had wanted to livestream it, but Lin Zhe had vetoed the idea outright.
The main issue was that Wang Qinghui and the others held somewhat sensitive positions. As public employees, eating and drinking for