The next day.
At noon, sunlight streamed down onto the streets of the Capital City, with crowds bustling in front of the Lao Yilaao Hot Pot Restaurant, where diners were lining up non-stop to get a table.
Inside, the air was steamy and fragrant, with business booming like never before.
Big Fatty Zhang Hanlin was personally standing at the door, warmly welcoming guests, gleefully busying himself.
At this moment, Yang Haibo accompanied Ping Chuan and his group over. As soon as Zhang Hanlin saw them, he quickly waddled his round body forward, beaming with smiles.
"Haibo, Ping Chuan. You finally made it! I've already reserved a private room for you."
Mr. Liu, hidden in the shadows, couldn't show his face. So he had Yang Haibo and Tang Xiaotong lead Ping Chuan and the others to check out Han Lei's other businesses in the Capital City.
Ping Chuan nodded slightly, wearing a respectful smile: "Mr. Zhang, you're too kind."
