Imperial Capital, Dragon Soaring Restaurant.
In the private room, Xie Qilin, a girl in a white dress, and a chubby man sat around a round table.
The table was filled with delicacies. The chubby man was holding a plate of twice-cooked pork, grabbing it with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth, his hands greasy.
The girl in the white dress, named Hua Luo, looked at the chubby man with disgust:
"Fat pig, can't you at least mind your manners? We have guests soon."
The chubby man chuckled naively:
"This plate was specially ordered for me by the boss. I haven't touched the guests' dishes. What's your rush?"
Hua Luo complained to Xie Qilin with discontent:
"Boss, look at him!"
Xie Qilin ignored Hua Luo and took small sips of tea by himself.
The door of the private room opened. The waiter respectfully said:
"Sir, the guests have arrived."
Xie Qilin nodded and smiled:
"Thank you."
A few foreigners in suits and ties walked in, looking like social elites.
