Mo Jian stood at the highest floor of the Golden Phoenix restaurant, looking at the crowd that had already gathered at the entrance.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw the ever-increasing fame of his restaurant.
With the Assembly Summit just over a week away, the population of the Imperial Capital was increasing with each passing day.
People had begun to arrive.
And with the rising fame of the Golden Phoenix Restaurant, he knew it was only a matter of time before everyone knew his restaurant throughout the continent.
As long as he could dominate the market during the Assembly Summit, his roots would be planted in the Imperial Capital, making them unshakable.
Even though everything had been planned out, he knew trouble would soon come knocking.
"Young Master, I think we should introduce the lower grade Spirit Tea." Zhao Tian said as he entered the room.
