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He got out of the car, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he looked around like a curious tourist.

At this moment, another doorman quickly walked over and said respectfully, "Sir, please come in. I will show you the way."

Cheng Yi followed the doorman into the hotel lobby, where the lights were as dazzling as stars, and the crystal chandeliers cast a soft and magnificent glow.

At that moment, a young man in a sharp suit walked over with elegant steps.

His gaze, like a scanner, swept back and forth over Cheng Yi's loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt and casual denim shorts, but he maintained a polite smile and asked calmly, "Sir, how many people are in your party? Did you make an appointment in advance?"

Cheng Yi nervously licked her lips and replied, "I'm alone. Please arrange a private room for me. What, you won't serve me if I don't make a reservation?"

The young man's lips curled into a professional smile: "Of course not, sir. However, there are a few signature dishes that we can only prepare in advance if the customer makes a reservation, in order to ensure the best taste."

Cheng Yi squinted slightly, glanced at the somewhat dazzling lights, and said nonchalantly, "That's alright, I'm just here for a simple meal."

The young man led Cheng Yi to a small, elegant private room.

As soon as Cheng Yi pushed open the door, he was captivated by the scene before him and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

The private room was furnished in an antique style, exuding the charm of the Jiangnan water towns.

In the middle of the room was a dining table that could seat six people. The table was made of an extremely fine material, radiating a faint luster.

Next to the dining table, there was a wall resembling a classical study, with two sets of elegant tables and chairs, the carvings on which were exquisite.

Although it was the first time Cheng Yi had seen such a luxurious and unique scene, he still tried his best to remain calm. He walked straight to a chair without looking to the side and then sat down with a thud.

Upon seeing this, the young man paused slightly, a barely perceptible look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

He quickly reached out and politely pointed to the head seat inside, saying, "Sir, you should sit here; this is the head seat."

Cheng Yi was stunned for a moment, then replied somewhat stubbornly, "I'm not treating anyone. I'm just eating by myself, so it doesn't matter where I sit."

The young man's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly nodded with a broad smile.

He turned and took a menu from a very beautiful and elegant waitress beside him, then walked lightly to Cheng Yi's table, gently placed the menu on the table, and said respectfully, "Sir, please order."

Cheng Yi reached out and opened the menu, quickly scanning it.

The exquisite pictures of the dishes and the astonishing prices flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly felt an urge to say to the young man, "This one, the whole book."

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he hesitated. He didn't want to be seen as an uncultured nouveau riche and ridiculed.

He pursed his lips, pondered for a while, and then slowly closed the menu. He looked at the young man and asked, "Tell me, what are some of the signature dishes that don't require reservations?"

The young man bowed slightly and smiled as he introduced the dishes: "Our signature dishes include: Fresh Ginseng and Abalone Stewed with Silkie Chicken, which perfectly blends the nourishing properties of fresh ginseng, the freshness of abalone, and the tenderness of silkie chicken, each bite bursting with rich aroma; Steamed Canadian Lobster with Garlic and Vermicelli, where the lobster meat is tender and the aroma of garlic permeates the meat, while the vermicelli soaks up the lobster's umami flavor; Crispy Roasted Chicken, with its crispy skin and tender, juicy meat, exuding a wonderful aroma; Abalone Sauce with King Oyster Mushrooms, where the king oyster mushrooms are nourished by the abalone sauce, resulting in a rich and mellow flavor; Scallion Oil Tiger Grouper, where the tender tiger grouper combined with the unique aroma of scallion oil is unforgettable; Shaoxing Wine Meat Patty, where the richness of Shaoxing wine intertwines with the aroma of the meat patty; Steamed Boston Lobster, where the lobster meat is firm yet delicious; and Clear Crystal River Shrimp, where the shrimp meat is crystal clear and smooth to the taste. These dishes are all exceptional, and most importantly, we guarantee the freshness and nutrition of our ingredients."

Hearing these tempting descriptions, Cheng Yi couldn't help but swallow hard and nodded, saying, "Okay, then bring up everything you just mentioned."

The young man's smile widened, like a blooming flower. He then asked, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Cheng Yi shook his head without hesitation and said, "Forget it, I'm driving, I can't drink."

The young man bowed slightly and politely replied, "Okay, sir. Please wait a moment; your food will be ready shortly. If you need anything, please look for waiter number 16 over here."

As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the pretty waitress.

After a satisfying meal, Cheng Yi slowly walked out of the hotel. He frowned slightly, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

He had high expectations for the meal, thinking that such a luxurious hotel would surely offer amazing dishes.

However, after actually eating it, although the taste was indeed good, it was far from reaching the level he had expected.

Take the Crispy Roasted Chicken as an example. The skin is indeed as crispy as advertised. You can hear a "crunch" when you pick it up with chopsticks. However, the meat quality is rather disappointing when you bite into it.

Cheng Yi really didn't like that taste; it felt like a soulless shell, all show and no substance.

There are also grouper, Canadian lobster, and steamed Boston lobster, all of which are expensive and rare dishes.

Before even tasting it, Cheng Yi was already drooling just from hearing the name. However, after actually trying it, he found it to be nothing special.

These dishes did not bring him the ultimate enjoyment of his taste buds, nor did they give him the pleasant surprise of feeling that they were worth more than his money.

The meal cost a total of [amount] yuan, and that's not all; apparently, there's an additional 15% service charge.

When Cheng Yi saw the bill, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

But he quickly thought of the enormous wealth of 3 million in his account and immediately felt much better.

He thought to himself, "I'm rich now, what's a little money to me? Do I care about a pittance?"

As Cheng walked, he savored the taste of the soup made with fresh ginseng, abalone, and black-boned chicken, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the hotel entrance.

The doorman had already parked the taxi there. When he saw Cheng Yi come out, he quickly got out of the car, bowed respectfully to him, and then held up the car keys with both hands, smiling as he said, "Sir, here is your car."

Looking at the doorman who was clearly not even 20 years old, Cheng Yi couldn't help but fall into memories.

He suddenly remembered when he first entered university, he went out to find part-time jobs in order to ease the burden on his family.

Later, he found a job as a doorman at a large hotel, but he couldn't stick with it for more than a week.

On his first day on the job, he was docked 20 yuan by the manager for not giving a bright enough smile when greeting guests. Back then, 20 yuan was no small amount for him.

To make matters worse, the following evening, he had a minor altercation with a customer. It wasn't really his fault; the customer was deliberately making things difficult for him.

But the manager wouldn't listen to his explanation at all. Without saying a word, he slapped him and told him fiercely, "No matter what the reason, if you have a conflict with a customer, it must be your fault. The customer is God, and God is never wrong."

Later, the manager told him that it was company policy to hit one's own people first when something went wrong, and that this was a strategy to appease the customers.

But this incident was like a thorn, deeply embedded in Cheng Yi's heart, and he kept it bothering him.

Cheng Yi reached into his pocket and rummaged around. He still had nearly 1000 yuan in change in his wallet. This money was what he had brought from driving a taxi in the movie "The Idle Man Ma Dajie". Fortunately, it was all Chinese money, so there was no difference.

He took out a few large bills and gently placed them in the doorman's shirt pocket, smiling as he said, "Thanks, young man."

After saying that, he turned around, opened the taxi door, got in, and drove away from the hotel.

Cheng Yi looked out the car window. Night had fallen, the city was shrouded in darkness, and the city lights were just coming on.

He started to wonder, "Where should I go next? Should I find the best budget hotel in town and get a good night's sleep? Or should I just make do in the car for the night?"

Just then, a bold and exciting idea suddenly flashed into Cheng Yi's mind: "How about we find a place for a massage?"

Once the idea took hold, it spread rapidly in his mind like wildfire.

He felt his blood boiling, and a decadent impulse surged into his heart: "Damn, I'm rich now, it's time to enjoy myself."

With this idea in mind, Cheng Yi's eyes, like radar, were fixed on the shops on both sides of the street.

He eagerly anticipated seeing those places with dim lighting and signs that read "massage" or "wellness".

However, after driving for quite a while, he found nothing. The "happy places" he had imagined seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him, and none of them appeared.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in Cheng Yi's line of sight. It was a cook with a big head and a thick neck.

Cheng Yi's eyes lit up as if he had spotted prey. He slammed on the brakes, quickly opened the car door, and leaned out to look back.

Cheng Yi saw a chubby man riding a small electric scooter slowly heading in another direction. The more he looked at his figure and posture, the more familiar he seemed.

"What a wonderful case of 'searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly'! My dear viewers, I've missed you all so much!"

Cheng Yi shouted excitedly, feeling that his entertainment for the night was secured.

He quickly drove the car forward a little, seized the opportunity to make a neat U-turn, and then followed the fat man at a leisurely pace.

But as he continued, Cheng Yi gradually began to have doubts.

He found the road increasingly familiar, and a strange sense of familiarity welled up inside him: "Strange, this road seems to lead towards that unfinished building in the West District."

He frowned slightly, his mind filled with doubt, but he still continued to follow.

To avoid being discovered, Cheng Yi deliberately slowed down and kept a certain distance from the fat man. After all, he already had a rough idea of ​​where this Master Fan was going.

However, as Cheng Yi got closer to the unfinished building, his doubts grew stronger. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What is Master Fan doing at this unfinished building so late at night? Does he have money hidden here? Or does he have some kind of secret he's hiding?"

Sure enough, Master Fan went straight to the unfinished building.

Cheng Yi watched from afar and saw Master Fan looking around cautiously for a while, his careful demeanor like that of a wary mouse.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he walked toward a building.

Cheng thought to himself, "This guy is really cautious. Luckily, I was quick-witted and got out of the car when I saw that we were about the right distance. I followed on foot, otherwise, he might have really discovered me."

He followed cautiously behind, his eyes fixed on Master Fan's back, afraid of losing him.

Cheng Yi waited quietly downstairs, her eyes fixed on the direction where Master Fan was going upstairs.

After a while, he could vaguely see the flashlight of a cell phone on the upper floor, the faint light appearing particularly glaring in the dark, unfinished building.

Cheng Yi took a deep breath, opened the system, and after skillfully operating it, his image instantly transformed into that of a fat monk.

He composed himself and slowly walked upstairs.

This was his first time doing this kind of stalking. With each step, the tension and excitement spread through his body like an electric current, making his heart race and his palms sweat.

Time seemed to pass very slowly. Cheng walked carefully, and the surroundings were so quiet that she could only hear her own footsteps.

As the distance closed, the sound of the two people talking became clearer and clearer to his ears.

After a while, Cheng Yi finally realized that the person Master Fan came to see was none other than the scapegoat he was looking for—Ju Huaiyi, the husband of the woman Cheng Yi had dinner with the night before.

Cheng Yi gently took out her phone, turned on the video function, and then crouched down, trying her best not to make a sound as she slowly approached the source of the sound.

All that could be heard was Master Fan's gruff voice saying, "I told you, you don't need to be afraid. Although the bridge collapse has caused quite a stir, so far, they haven't traced it back to you, have they? What are you worried about? I'm here, and so is your older brother. We'll definitely keep you safe."

"If you just stay here and hide for a while longer, and this storm passes, we'll send you to America. It's a place far from the central government's reach; who can catch you there?"

Another man's voice was urgent and panicked: "Brother Zhu, you have to help me! When we split the money, you guys got the lion's share. We've known each other for so many years, you have to remember our friendship!"

Master Fan replied firmly, "Of course, look, I've come in person."

Also, keep this food for now. Trust me, don't be afraid, your brother and I will definitely take good care of your wife and child.