On the other side, Sotheby's East Road.
Guan Yan's flashy red sports car sped all the way and stopped outside a vegetarian restaurant.
"Where is the Pinglan box? Take me there."
There were two waiters at the door. One of them stepped out and bowed politely, saying, "Are you Pinglan's guest? Mr. Nike is waiting for you inside."
"lead the way."
Guan Yan got out of the car, threw the car keys to the waiter, and strode in.
…
This private vegetarian restaurant called 'Tingtang' is very famous. Although Guanyan is not a vegetarian, he has heard of the name of this restaurant several times.
Today is her first time here.
The decoration of the store is mainly elegant, focusing on the collision of bright colors and simple and quiet, with a bit of French romantic style.
Guanyan has always been indifferent to these artistic things. He took a quick look at them and followed the waiter upstairs.
Wait until their backs disappear around the corner of the wooden stairs.
A man in Tingtang waiter's uniform walked out from the darkness, picked up the intercom and spoke in a low voice: "Attention, attention, the target has entered our range."
"Got it, over."
The same low voice was immediately heard from the other side.
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"Right here."
On the second floor, the waiter led Guan Yan to a private room and stopped, speaking politely and considerately.
When looking at the inkstone, I looked up and saw the two words "Ping Lan" written in cursive script by a great calligrapher. The strokes were like dragons and snakes, and were quite elegant.
She didn't push the door open right away, but instead looked around the corridor on the second floor with her peach blossom eyes, and asked casually, "Is your business not doing well?" The waiter was stunned by her question and looked up blankly, "Ah?"
Guan Yan raised his chin again and looked around the private rooms on the second floor: "Why else would it be so quiet today? It seems like there are no guests in other private rooms."
The waiter lowered his head to hide his pale face and explained vaguely: "It's still early today, and it's not time for dinner yet. Many guests haven't arrived yet."
Guan Yan looked at his watch and saw the time. It was four o'clock in the afternoon.
She looked at the time indicated by the clock hand, and felt that she had thought too much. She pushed open the door with a somewhat ridiculous look: "Okay, I'm going in."
The waiter breathed a sigh of relief after she went in, then dared to move his stiff hands and feet, and walked out in a daze.
It was the first time he had done such a thing, and he had no idea what those people were trying to do. He was just instinctively nervous and scared.
That guest...should be fine, right
…
Guan Yan was unaware of the waiter's worries.
She pushed the door and entered the box and saw a familiar figure. Guan Yan's eyes lit up and he walked up quickly and gave the other person a hug.
He patted the man's back twice with both hands: "I have asked you to come to the illegal area for a long time, but you are always unwilling to leave that damn place! Really!"
Guan Yan couldn't control his joy and slapped the man twice before letting go. His pretty face couldn't hide his joy as he dragged a chair aside and sat down. He looked at the person he had pulled up and asked, "How long do you plan to stay this time? Do you plan to go back?"
There were only two people in the box.
One was the young man she hugged as soon as she came in. He looked gentle and weak, a typical Eastern European, with deep eyes, a high nose, and a pair of deep blue eyes that looked very friendly.
The other one was older, in his early fifties, with a dark skin from years of wind and sun, and a thinner figure. He was obviously older, but his eyes were bright and one could tell at a glance that he was an expert.
(End of this chapter)