Ever since they learned a while ago that He Wenjie was worth several hundred million, the group had grown somewhat immune to this sort of thing. Anyway, He Wenjie's earning power was already at a height none of them could reach, so they simply adopted a relaxed attitude when interacting with him, which actually felt much more comfortable.
The dishes were fully served, and everyone ate and chatted away, analyzing together whether Zhou Yanlin's culinary skills, if brought here, could put all the master chefs of this place to shame. He Wenjie, of course, firmly supported his own "master," while Xia Fenghua argued from a visual standpoint that Zhou Yanlin's dishes weren't as photogenic as the ones here.
Just as the two of them were arguing endlessly and each trying to recruit teammates to their side, Xie Wanghe's phone suddenly rang. After answering it, he hadn't even listened for two sentences before standing up anxiously. "What? You're saying my dad was stabbed in Tianjin because he reported someone for stealing oil? Alright, I'll drive over right now. Don't worry, I can make it there in a few hours."
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