"What’s the matter?" He Lei’s booming voice echoed as if shaking the heavens and earth.
"Brother Lei, the luncheon is ready!"
"Alright! Got it!" After scolding the subordinate who gave the report, He Lei imdiately changed his expression, smiling warmly as he looked at Liu Fugui in the chief seat: "President Liu..."
"Uh-huh," Liu Fugui responded lightly, then stood up and announced, "Alright! Folks, we’ve finished discussing business, and I know you’ve all had quite a tiring journey. I’ve prepared a modest al to welco you all."
"Great, great, great!" Wang Qiang, who had long been feeling restless, jumped up the mont he heard there would be food and drink.
At this, Liu Fugui rely smiled, then led the crowd out of the VIP room.
The dining area was at the end of the third floor; along the way, Tang Xiaoquan paid particular attention to the signs on both sides of the corridor.
He noticed that none of the rooms seed to be used for offices; they were mostly leisure places like entertainnt rooms and gyms. He even saw a plaque labeled "Sauna Room," making him wonder if he’d co to an upscale private club.
At the end, pushing open the wooden door of the dining hall, the survivors couldn’t help but gasp.
The golden diterranean-style ceiling design, gold-plated wall decorations, and the expensive paintings with unfathomable artistic concept all exuded an opulent grandeur that made one feel as if they were among Egyptian nobility.
"Oh my god! This is so... unbelievable!" Having expected nothing more than a worker’s canteen, Wang Qiang found himself at such a high-end place, leaving him stunned and speechless.
"There’s a place to wash up here; everyone can go in and freshen up a bit." Liu Fugui pointed to a finely carved wooden door beside him.
Out of courtesy, the survivors all obediently went inside in turn and washed their faces and hands.
Once done, they all gathered around the dining table.
"Alright, He Lei, tell the kitchen to serve the dishes!"
"Yes, President Liu." He Lei snapped his fingers and shouted, "Serve the dishes!"
Seeing the action, Tang Xiaoquan politely inquired, "President Liu, won’t Yunpeng be joining us?"
A hint of despondency flashed in Liu Fugui’s eyes, and he shook his head slightly: "Don’t bother with him, this al is mainly prepared for you all."
Though just a brief glance, the faded expression on Liu Fugui’s face did not escape Tang Xiaoquan’s keen observation.
Every family has its troubles, it seems that no matter how successful Liu Fugui is in business, his son is ultimately no good.
Sighing inwardly, Tang Xiaoquan didn’t probe further, and at that mont, urgent footsteps echoed from behind the tightly closed wooden door.
The exciting mont finally arrived, Wang Qiang stared intently at the waiters coming in through the wooden doors.
Wow, that’s a big dish, I wonder what’s in it?
Eyes filled with anticipation and yearning, thankfully the waiter’s attention was all on the dish in their hands, otherwise, if they t Wang Qiang’s fiery gaze, it surely would have been quite awkward.
As the dish was laid on the table, Wang Qiang’s eyes were glued to it.
Chicken soup! Damn, it’s chicken soup! Wang Qiang couldn’t rember the last ti he’d had at, but it didn’t matter anymore. His only thought now was to destroy it, eat it, devour it until nothing but crumbs remained.
Unlike Wang Qiang’s voracity, the rest of the survivors remained rather calm.
Especially Tang Xiaoquan, who wasn’t focused on the food, but wondering if Liu Fugui had a poultry farm here.
One by one, the remaining dishes were brought to the table, and the astonishnt on Wang Qiang’s face beca more exaggerated.
The survivors could hardly imagine that in such a cruel post-apocalyptic world, soone could still live so extravagantly.
The dishes before them, regardless of size, were all presented on exquisite plates. Though most varieties were dishes made from canned food, from appearances alone, they were no less than a fancy al in a restaurant.
"These were all crafted by my personal chef, who specializes in southern cuisine. I hope it suits your tastes."
"President Liu, all the dishes are served!" The waiter slightly bowed.
Upon hearing this, He Lei frowned and waved his hand, then got up to pour Liu Fugui a glass of red wine.
"Everyone, these are all the dishes, what would you like to drink? Red wine? White wine? Or beer?"
"No, President Liu, none of us can handle alcohol very well, just tea will do." Considering they were in a strange place, Xu Renjie politely declined Liu Fugui’s offer.
Not pressing the matter, Liu Fugui raised his glass with a smile and said, "Thank you all for bringing my son safely to , and here’s to our future cooperation. Cheers to you all!"
"Alright! President Liu! We’ll toast with water and thank you for your kindness!"
With that, everyone clinked glasses and took a sip of their respective beverages.
anwhile, waiters started serving the chicken soup into individual bowls.
Watching the bowl with the largest chunk of leg being placed in front of Liu Fugui, Wang Qiang felt as if a gash had been torn in his heart, bleeding profusely.
Patiently waiting for waiters to complete these tasks, Wang Qiang felt an urge to grab the knife and help himself.
During the al, Liu Fugui conversed at length with the survivors.
However, for soone like Old Xu, who ca from a military background, the al was not very pleasant.
Although the abundant food on the table was enticing, Liu Fugui’s words of "profit-driven rchants" were truly nauseating to him.
After lunch, Liu Fugui instructed his subordinates to take Wang Qiang and company back to their rooms to rest, ntioning he had matters to attend to and left early.
The resting area was also on the third floor; it was like a four-person dorm room at a university, but fully equipped with a TV, air conditioning, and a shower, though unfortunately, with no electricity, these things were no different from scrap tal.
Wang Qiang didn’t think twice, quickly stripping off his clothes and diving into the bathroom. As he put it, as long as the hot water is free of charge, why not enjoy a good shower?
The remaining Hu, Wei, Xu, and Tang gathered in the bedroom, Old Xu took out the hand-held radio, glanced at his watch: "It’s about ti to contact Old Zhao and the others."
Right then, Wang Xinquan nodded, then reached behind his waist for his hand-held radio, signaling to Old Xu with a look: "Let do it!"
Understanding the hint of eavesdropping, the latter refrained from saying more.
Bzzz, soon, the radio’s distinctive static noise ca through, and Tang Xiaoquan, quick on the draw, got straight to the point: "Old Zhao, we have successfully completed the escort mission, currently at the factory, We plan to return tomorrow, over!"
Concise words, Zhao Yunhai paused for a mont, but quickly responded: "Received! Over!"
Once the ssage ended, Zhao Yunhai’s first reaction was wondering if sothing had happened, why were they returning so quickly?
Returning tomorrow? This deviated from the plan initially discussed by everyone, Old Liu’s first thought was if sothing went wrong. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, visit m.qidian to read.)
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