Financial Street, Xiangronghe.
The clamor outside was blocked by the thick wooden door of Xiangronghe, creating a quiet and comfortable atmosphere inside the private room, under the warm yellow lights.
Chen Cheng stood by the window, overlooking the crowd surging below, and couldn't help but recall how he used to be like those office workers, rushing about for a meal during lunchtime.
But now, the table behind him was already laid with exquisite dishes, free from the constraints of a lunch break, enjoying the leisurely time of life.
Before long, there was a knock at the door of the private room.
Chen Cheng turned around, and Wu Dongyi appeared at the door.
He walked up with a smile, "Lao Wu, it's been a while."
Wu Dongyi still had Yintong's badge hanging around his neck, and when he saw Chen Cheng, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, "Dacheng! No, I should now call you Mr. Chen!"
"What Mr. Chen, come on in, have a seat."
