Ming Lingyi didn't know why Li Yan had suddenly lowered his head, his ears turning red. Her attention was quickly drawn to the sounds from downstairs.
"Mr. Zhang's 'Cold Moon Night' will also be displayed in our Wangxian Building tonight. And that is the complete collection of poems from today's event that will be hung for display inside the restaurant," Ma Ji announced loudly, standing in the center of the first floor.
He was positively beaming, a clear sign that the day's event had been a resounding success.
Even without having tallied the day's accounts, Ma Ji had a strong feeling that today's revenue would be the highest of the year.
The more money he made for his boss, the bigger his own bonus would be. Of course, he was delighted.
At this very moment, Ma Ji was even wondering, 'If that female proprietor from the Ming Family knew how well Wangxian Building was doing, wouldn't she be green with envy right now?'
