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"Hahaha..." The crowd burst into laughter once more. Everyone was laughing uncontrollably. After a good blast, the body felt light and refreshed all over. However, this perk was only for those in the front bus. The little brothers in the bus behind were all itching with envy. On the bus in front, someone made a call deliberately, making the little brothers in the rear bus listen to it. It was quite entertaining to hear along the way.
"Let’s go, it’s time to eat, friends from the Liu Family have prepared dinner for us!" Ye Chen waved his hand. After such a long journey, everyone was starving. Especially the little brothers in the front bus, after such intense ’battles’, each was so hungry that their bellies were practically sticking to their spines, so they were all eager to rush to the dining table and feast heartily.
"Time to eat!" The little brothers happily scattered, all heading inside.
The Liu Family patriarch personally met with Ye Chen and informed him of Morris’s whereabouts. Morris and Brofei were still staying on Nanjing Road. They preferred the view of the Bund and enjoyed the cultural atmosphere there. After all, it used to be a foreign concession, and it still retained the scenery from that time.
"Thank you, Patriarch Liu!" Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "I appreciate you providing me with such valuable information!"
"No, it’s what I should do!" The Liu Family was wise to the situation. Even though the Rothschild family was currently in decline, the Liu Family had never betrayed them, but instead quietly followed the Rothschild family.
With the assistance of the Liu Family, Ye Chen and the others were not in a hurry. They stayed overnight with the Liu Family, and early the next morning, Ye Chen immediately set out with Feng Zhixiao and a few Hidden Generals, while Da Xia and Haozi led people to cover from the perimeter.
The Shanghai Oriental Hotel is a hotel with a rich history, located on the Bund, offering stunning views. Staying there was truly comfortable.
Ye Chen and Feng Zhixiao entered the hotel lobby, the polished floor almost able to reflect people’s shadows. They were reluctant to step in, fearing they might accidentally dirty the floor. The doorman at the entrance was very respectful: "Sir, have you made a reservation already?"
"Oh, yes, it’s taken care of, thanks!" Ye Chen, knowing the drill, casually handed a hundred-dollar bill to the doorman, who immediately exclaimed joyfully, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
The surrounding customers glanced at Ye Chen, who was chomping on a big cigar with several fat, golden rings adorning his fingers. A thick gold chain that could rival a dog collar hung around his neck, making him look every bit the nouveau riche. Meanwhile, Feng Zhixiao beside him looked just like an attendant.
"No need to thank, serve well and there’s more!" Ye Chen puffed out a cloud of thick smoke, causing the nearby customers to frown. The security guard wanted to step forward to intervene but decided against it upon seeing Ye Chen’s type. Nouveau riches often have no manners; they enjoy flaunting their wealth by beating up people and then spending big money hiring lawyers for litigation.