"Xiao Hai, stop at the intersection ahead," Chen Cheng said.
"Okay, Mr. Chen."
Chen Cheng, who hadn't looked back during the ride, now turned around and said to Xiao Meier, "I'm going to buy some cigarettes. Once you're at the store, have Zhao Ling open 4 bottles of Feitian, pour them into the decanter, and then send them to the private room."
Xiao Meier nodded, "Okay, hurry back!"
The Da Lao came to a steady stop by the roadside. After Chen Cheng got out of the car, he entered the tobacco and liquor shop, bought two packs of Jin Zhongnan cigarettes, and one Lotus.
Holding the cigarettes, he leisurely walked back towards Wanbao Hall.
Not having been back for a week, business at the store was still booming, with the parking lot nearly full.
Though the daily revenue of Wanbao Hall was now just the icing on the cake, it yet remained one of the few assets Chen Cheng currently owned.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but in the next second, it froze.
