An hour later, a carriage came from the end of the street and finally stopped in front of a luxurious six-story restaurant.
The driver held the reins, then turned around, eagerly lifted the curtain, and said with a fawning smile, "Young Master, we have arrived at the Mingyu Pavilion."
Inside the carriage, Zhang Xusheng adjusted his attire, then got up and exited the carriage, not forgetting to express his thanks to the driver.
Just as he was about to enter the restaurant, he suddenly heard a voice by his ear: "Pah, looking all dignified and neat, yet unwilling to even spare a copper coin as a tip!"
Zhang Xusheng paused briefly, seemingly casually took a piece of silver coin from his sleeve, and then turned to stuff it into the driver's hand while smiling, "Almost forgot, thank you for the ride, here is the carriage fare, please accept it."
