A Drinking Competition

After spending some time with Ji Qingyan, Lin Yi hung up.

The driver kept looking at Lin Yi from the corner of his eye.

He was filled with respect.

He even wanted to ask Lin Yi for guidance.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the Crab Emperor Pavilion.

Out of admiration for Lin Yi, the driver waived two yuan in change.

Crab Emperor Pavilion was one of the more famous restaurants in Zhonghai.

Although it was not a three-star Michelin restaurant, it was still famous. Many food bloggers had come here to try it.

"President Lin?"

Just as Lin Yi was waiting for the elevator and about to go to the private room on the second floor, he heard someone call his name.

He turned around and realized that it was a middle-aged man. There were a few people following him. They seemed to be hotel staff.

Lin Yi sized up the middle-aged man who spoke and thought for a while, but he couldn't remember anything.