To be honest, Fang Chenyi's opinion was no different from Brother Xiaoma's. It felt rather out of place to have something like this in a perfectly good, traditional-style restaurant.
Of course, he only thought this to himself; he would never say anything out loud. 'After all, it's their business. What does it have to do with me?'
Led by a beauty in historical attire, Fang Chenyi entered the main hall.
The decor inside was just like the exterior—simple, elegant, and possessed the magnificent air of an ancient princely manor.
Brother Xiaoma gestured for Fang Chenyi to take the seat of honor, but Fang Chenyi waved his hand dismissively.
"Haha, forget the seat of honor. Let's just sit wherever."
With that, he found a seat and sat down.
Seeing this, Brother Xiaoma was actually pleased.
Although he knew his current financial power and status couldn't compare to Fang Chenyi's...
...he was still a tycoon in the Huaxia business world.
