West fourth loop, Hung Lung Hotel.

Hong Dali, who just returned from Chenhui Building, was laying on a couch made of Chinese redbud wood, humming to himself and fishing at the newly dug pond.

Come to think of it, I was so occupied with other stuff these few days that I had totally forgotten about this hotel. Now that I remembered, it was indeed a good decision to come here. I can come here to fish, drink some beverages, and ask two female lackeys to massage my leg while doing it. What a pleasurable experience, brouhaha!

The pond was quite well built. It was 30 meters deep, surrounded by large rocks, and exuded an ancient feeling. A water circulation system was installed, and at the center was a three-meter tall waterfall. Coupled with a few slow-paced songs sang by Li Nianwei, it was undoubtedly a high-class experience fishing here.

Ling Xiaoyi came to Hong Dali's side and softly asked, "Young Master, the sales performance of this place for these few days have been calculated. Woul