Jiang Chen calculated the time, thinking he would definitely make it. When he arrived at Apang Palace, it was just past nine, still not the agreed 9:30. However, upon entering Apang Palace, he was informed that the other party had already arrived.
"How long have they been here?"
"They arrived at nine."
Responded the manager of Apang Palace, Wan Wenya.
Jiang Chen nodded, "You go ahead and get busy."
Wan Wenya left.
Taking over Apang Palace from Lan Peizhi at that time was undoubtedly a wise business decision. The change in ownership did not affect the business at Apang Palace at all. In this world of red lights and green wine, songs and dances flourished, and Jiang Chen, freshly returned from Myanmar, felt a dizzying sense of time travel, even though it was all happening in the same era.
The previous generation plants the tree under which the next generation takes shade.
Since taking over Apang Palace, Jiang Chen hadn't had to expend much effort.
Of course.
