C17

"Send your current address to me on my phone, I'll go and transport the wine over to you right now." As Chen Jiahe said this, he suddenly thought of something and chuckled, "Don't be so silly as to secretly transfer money to me. I will get angry."

That doting tone of his was exactly the same as all those years ago. Yan Zirong's eyes moistened when she heard this. However, some things had long since changed.

Chen Jiahe hung up silently, took his car keys, and went home to get his wine. He thought that perhaps in this lifetime, Lili would never have any contact with him again. Was this the second chance that the heavens had given him?

Putting down the hand holding her phone, Yan Zirong's strength seemed to have been drained in an instant. She weakly fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. His mind was filled with messy memories, memories that were so old that they were almost forgotten.

After lying like this for who knows how long, Yan Zirong suddenly jumped up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. She cleaned up a bit before leaving.

She didn't have time to think about what had happened in the past. Creating a company was still her top priority. She had wasted too much time in the past few days in order to sit down and talk with Qiao Zi'an.

Creating a company is not just based on advice from others. This is understandable to Yan Zirong, who studies finance. If you have to be completely dependent on others for everything, and you don't have your own opinions, then your company will eventually become someone else's one day.

In order to save more time, Yan Zirong, who didn't know much about the mainland, could only wander around, relying on her keen financial intuition to probe.

The first commercial street that Yan Zirong chose was the most bustling one in the center of the city. The whole street was filled with chain stores, high-end clothing brands, and many chain snacks.

In order to get a better understanding of the flow of funds, the market had already moved in the right direction. Yan Zirong strolled from store to store, even though her feet were already covered in blisters, there was no hesitation in her steps.

Seeing that it was already noon, Yan Zirong rubbed her slightly hungry stomach and put away the notebook in her hand. She sighed and started looking for a place to eat.

The words "Crystal Palace" caught his eye. Looking at the luxurious decorations of the shop and the crystal palace-like building erected in front of her, Yan Zirong walked in with the intention of inquiring.

The crystal palace was a five-star restaurant. Within the grand hall, the guests stood in a neat row with smiles on their faces. "Welcome!"

Yan Zirong secretly sized up the interior decorations and silently calculated the approximate value of the building.

"Hello Miss, may I ask if you want to eat or stay in the restaurant?" A handsome male waiter walked over, nodded at Yan Zirong with a smile and asked.

"Oh, dinner." Yan Zirong retracted her gaze and looked around. Looking at the waiter standing in front of her, her impression of the restaurant increased once again.

That's right, whether it was the interior decoration, facilities, or the appearance of the staff, they were all considered top quality. Furthermore, this restaurant was located in the center of the city, yet it was unique.

"Then may I ask how many guests are there?" The handsome waiter always had a smile on his face and had a good attitude.

"Just me." Yan Zirong answered as she took out her cell phone to search for information on the Crystal Palace.

The waiter was surprised as he was surprised that Yan Zirong would come to such a high-end place by herself. But since he had been here for so long, he had seen a lot.

"If you're by yourself, I suggest you have a meal in our hall on the second floor. It'll be a bit more lively." the waiter suggested.

Yan Zirong did not have any objections to this suggestion. She had come here to eat, and to have a better look at the flow of customers, roughly calculating the daily turnover.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Yan Zirong rode the elevator to the hall on the second floor. Yan Zirong thought it was more like a semi-open dining room when she said it was a hall. Each table is separated by a Chinese screen, leaving customers with a certain privacy.

Although it was already time for lunch, there were not many people in the hall, making it seem empty. Seeing that the crystal palace's voice wasn't too good, Yan Zirong raised her eyebrows. All of this was within her expectations.

From the very first moment she entered, she had been constantly sizing up the restaurant's characteristics and construction cost. The final result almost made her a little surprised. According to her guess, the cost of building and renovating this restaurant far exceeded ten million, not to mention the cost of the staff … In other words, if a restaurant like this wanted to maintain its operations, the turnover must reach a million a day to be able to balance their income and expenditure. Therefore, without even looking at the menu, Yan Zirong had already roughly guessed that the price of a meal reached a few digits.

Yan Zirong casually picked a corner that was relatively quiet and took the menu from the waiter, pulling the translucent white curtain shut.

There was a pot of tea on the table. It was warm, touched with the back of his hand. Yan Zirong smiled. It seemed that the owner of this restaurant had put quite a lot of thought into this matter. It was just that, what a pity …

When she saw the sky-high price on the menu, Yan Zirong smiled confidently. As expected, the price was exactly the same as she had guessed. Every meal cost at least four digits.

After ordering a few simple dishes, Yan Zirong placed the electronic menu in her hand on the side of the table and poured herself a cup of hot tea.

It had to be said that although the consumption rate was outrageously high, Yan Zirong had a good impression of it.

He lifted the teacup and took a deep whiff of the fragrance. Just as he was about to sip the tea, he heard a sound coming from outside the cubicle. It made Yan Zirong's hand that was holding the teacup freeze.

"Zi'an, how about we go to the room? It's not good here, there's so many people, and it's so noisy." A voice that was so sweet that it got greasy was coquettishly coquettish.

He could vaguely see a man and a woman approaching him through the curtain of the door. The man seemed to be a little impatient, and his steps were a little fast.

Yan Zirong surveyed her surroundings. It was completely empty. Only a few people were quietly having their meal. The corner of his mouth twitched as he raised his teacup and took a sip to calm himself down.