The waiter glanced at the Maybach key, then shook his head. 'I've only ever seen that car online. How many could there possibly be in Chang'an? What are the odds I'd actually run into one?'
'It's probably just a lighter. And even if it isn't, it has nothing to do with me.'
"The room you mentioned has already been booked," he said politely.
"It's just a reservation. The people haven't arrived yet, right? Don't be so inflexible. Work something out."
As he spoke, Yang Xing took out a cigarette and lit it. Shielding the cigarette pack with his wallet, he stuffed two bills inside before casually tossing it in front of the waiter.
The waiter had seen the whole thing. He nonchalantly pocketed the cigarette pack. "Of course, sir. Please wait a moment."
With that, he began talking to a colleague on his walkie-talkie.
"Um... the room you want has a minimum charge. I have to answer to my boss, so I hope you understand."
