After so ti, through the conversation with Ying, Wang Zhifan, who vaguely felt so inspiration for cultivation, returned to the real world.
He and Ying agreed that Ying would temporarily operate around the portal of the Quantum Dream Realm, skillfully controlling the avatar Wang Zhifan made for her and conducting initial reconnaissance of the small range outside, ensuring safety.
At other tis, she must return to the Quantum Dream Realm for maintenance until Wang Zhifan roughly understands this inner world and finds a way to create a better vessel for her to explore the world more broadly.
At this mont, Wang Zhifan’s figure appeared in the villa of East City, Dongjiang City. He checked his phone and saw it was already past two in the afternoon. The screen also showed missed calls from Chen Ming and Chen Can.
"What a bother, there’s a bit of a ti managent glitch."
Realizing he was late for the banquet, Wang Zhifan imdiately called back Chen Ming and the others, explaining that he had urgent matters earlier and would rush over right away.
Chen Ming and Chen Can seed to understand that he was a busy man, always bustling around, and promptly assured him it was fine since the banquet had only started.
"Driving over is definitely more suitable."
For such social activities, even if the destination wasn’t far, Wang Zhifan decided not to showcase his Lightweight Skill and dash over directly. He once again drove out the BMW luxury car from the garage, a car he had barely used since purchasing.
About ten minutes later, he arrived at Dongjiang City District, reaching the Wansheng Grand Restaurant owned by the Chen Group, a place he had visited before.
As he parked his car, a young man with thick black hair, wearing glasses and in a high-end suit, walked out from the restaurant to greet him. It was Chen Can, whom he hadn’t seen in a while.
"Sorry, Ah Can! I originally calculated to arrive before two o’clock but ended up being late!"
Getting out of the BMW luxury car, Wang Zhifan quickly apologized to the banquet initiator before him, primarily because he had promised others to arrive early, yet failed to keep his word.
"No worries, Fan! Xiaoming and I know how busy you usually are, we’re just happy you could co to the banquet!"
Chen Can responded with a radiant smile, seemingly well aware of how Wang Zhifan often busied himself constantly.
"I’ve indeed been a bit busy lately... But let’s not talk about that now. What’s the the of your banquet today, why is it so mysterious?"
Wang Zhifan closed the car door and followed Chen Can toward the grand and luxurious Wansheng Grand Hotel ahead.
The entire hotel and the land beneath it were owned by Chen Can’s family, and likely not even ranked high among their assets, showing just how financially strong the Chen Group was.
"Fan, you misunderstood, it’s not mysterious at all. Xiaoming and I rely made so player friends and invited everyone for a al, without any particular agenda."
Chen Can imdiately laughed and replied, his tone quite casual.
"Just a simple gathering? You, a big company manager, have that much free ti?"
Wang Zhifan responded sowhat skeptically, understanding that the young man before him was part of the societal elite, usually handling multiple high-end businesses, unlikely to have much leisure ti.
But Chen Can shook his head lightly and replied:
"Fan, tis have changed. I indeed used to rarely have ti for such banquets, but since becoming a player, my family’s old man forcibly reduced my projects, wanting to spend more ti studying dungeons and improving my strength. The idea of inviting player friends also ca from him..."
His explanation made Wang Zhifan realize that becoming a player influenced the Chen family’s decisions, with many real-world chores deed less important than dungeon tackling by the elder generation.
Of course, this certainly relates significantly to the life-threatening dangers of dungeon tackling, with the older generation hoping their descendants prepare well to reduce the chance of falling in the dungeons.
"Your parents are really considerate..."
Muttering slightly, Wang Zhifan entered the elevator on the hotel’s first floor with Chen Can, swiftly reaching the eighth floor of Wansheng Grand Hotel.
It was his first ti on this floor, only to find it lavishly decorated and extrely grandiose. In the center was a large living room, at least 500 square ters, populated with many glamorous n and won, waiters and guests mingling within. So engaged in enthusiastic conversations, while others savored the neatly arranged delicacies in the living room.
Around the grand living room were many different activity rooms: places for playing cards and Mahjong, spaces for billiards and ping pong, even including an indoor basketball court and a 4D cinema.
"Mr. Chen! Fan!"
"Good day, Mr. Chen! Good day, Fan!"
...
As Wang Zhifan and Chen Can entered the living room, security personnel stationed in various positions nodded and greeted them. Interestingly, they not only addressed Chen Can as "Mr. Chen" but also called Wang Zhifan "Fan," as if all of them knew him.
"Goodness... Am I really that famous?"
Such an unexpected scene left Wang Zhifan a bit awkward, mainly because he obviously t these people for the first ti, yet they seed very familiar with him, making him sowhat uncomfortable.
And this awkwardness was considerably enhanced at the next mont since the other initiator of the banquet, Chen Can’s brother, Chen Ming, noticed Wang Zhifan’s arrival.
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