After that, they didn't ask any more questions and followed the waiter's guidance straight to the second floor. Room Number One of the Di character was located at the innermost part of the second floor, covering an area of about seventy to eighty square meters. The decoration inside was extremely antique, which was somewhat unexpected for Wu Yang. Behind the room's screen, there was a beautiful woman in a classical cheongsam playing the guzheng. The sound was soft and soothing, creating an excellent dining atmosphere. The entire process of ordering did not require Wu Yang, an outsider, to worry about; it was all handled by Xiang Hai alone. Perhaps it wasn't just about ordering. Ever since they entered this private room, Wu Yang had completely become a superfluous person. Although Xiang Hai and the others did not deliberately keep their distance from him, no one took the initiative to talk to him either. They each formed their own little circles, chatting and laughing merrily. Jiang Yueyue did want to take the initiative to come over and talk to him, but when they were initially arranging seats, she was intentionally or unintentionally placed beside Xiang Hai by him. At this moment, she was being pulled by Li Xiaoling to chat about some current popular entertainment gossip. Wu Yang wouldn't take these things to heart; in fact, he wished that no one would talk to him, as he was quite content with the peace and quiet. Before long, the ordered dishes were served one after another. Speaking of which, in Wu Yang's eyes, they looked more like exquisite works of art than dishes. Not only were they complete in color, aroma, and taste, but the exquisite knife skills and presentation made people almost reluctant to pick up their chopsticks. "The Shen family's cuisine can attract top-tier second-generation individuals like Xiang Hai to frequent it, truly living up to its reputation. However, the most fundamental purpose of food is to fill the stomach. Although these dishes are each made as beautiful as flowers, they do not stir up much appetite. I wonder if this is a case of putting the cart before the horse?"

Wu Yang glanced over the dishes on the table, feeling somewhat critical in his heart. Of course, only someone like him, who had tasted all sorts of delicacies from around the world, would dare to boast such grand claims. Wouldn't an ordinary person be excited to see such a full table, drooling all over the place? 'By the way, Brother Hai, when we came in earlier, that old Shen mentioned a distinguished guest with the surname Long. Do you think it might be the legendary figure from our circle?' As everyone chatted while eating, somehow the conversation shifted to the scene when they first entered the door. One of the male students, named Ma Nanbei, stopped his chopsticks and asked Hai. Hearing this, the others also stopped their chopsticks and looked towards Hai, obviously, the 'figure' mentioned by Ma Nanbei was no small potatoes. 'It shouldn't be wrong. I think apart from that person, there is no other guest with the surname Long who would need the owner of Shen's cuisine to personally accompany them.' Xiang Hai nodded faintly, but there was a hint of arrogance in his expression, 'But even if that person comes, it's nothing remarkable. You have to know, this is Guangcheng, not the provincial city. No matter how impressive the surname Long is, they still have to give my father some face, right, Xiaoling?' Saying this, he turned his head towards Li Xiaoling. Li Xiaoling's father was the director of the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department. Although his ranking in the Municipal Party Committee was not as high as Xiang Hai's father, he was still a significant figure. At this moment, hearing this, she nodded gladly, 'Brother Hai is right. In the territory of Guangcheng, I really can't think of anyone who would dare not give Uncle Xiang face.'

'Hahaha, very good, very good. Whether it's Uncle Xiang or Xiao Ling's father, Uncle Li, they are figures we younger generations must look up to. However, Hai Ge, if the person sitting in the number one room of Tianzi is really the legendary Dragon Lord from the circle, do you think I should represent my family's old master to go and offer a toast?'

At that moment, the classmate with the surname Ma suddenly chuckled and said to Xiang Hai with a meaningful look. In today's world, perhaps because many novels and films often portray the second generation as negative characters, over time, whenever anyone mentions the term 'rich second generation,' the first thing that comes to mind is often the word 'prodigal.' Little do they know that the real rich second generation, who receive the most elite education from a young age, may indeed include many useless wastrels, but there are definitely more whose intelligence and talent are above average. Take the likes of Ma Nanbei and the other male classmates present; if they were truly just useless prodigals who only knew how to play with cars and women, even if their family's patriarch had a high net worth, he would probably not be at ease letting them drive million-dollar supercars at such a young age. If the rich second generations like Ma Nanbei are like this, then Xiang Hai, who holds a boss-level position in their circle, is certainly not a waste. After hearing Ma Nanbei's suggestion about going over to toast a drink, he only pondered for a few seconds before revealing a knowing smile, 'A few days ago, I overheard my father casually mention that your family's Century Real Estate Group is interested in expanding towards the provincial capital. However, the provincial capital is not like our Guangcheng. The stage is countless times larger, but the various forces are deeply entangled, and the situation is many times more complex than in Guangcheng. If you can take this opportunity to get acquainted with someone surnamed Long, needless to say, your family's patriarch will definitely take a fresh look at you.' 'So, does that mean you agree with me going over to toast a drink, Brother Hai?'

Ma Beinan was overjoyed, but soon he frowned and said, 'But it's useless, although we can barely get by in our small territory in Guangcheng, after all, Master Long is a big shot. Even my father has to pull strings to see him for a moment. If I rashly go over there to toast him, wouldn't others probably kick me out?' Xiang Hai laughed, looking at Ma Beinan with a playful expression, 'Alright, we're all brothers here, are you still trying to play tricks on me? Take this, I can't say for sure that it will definitely help you make friends with the man surnamed Long, but at least it should be enough to get you in the door and have a drink with him.' What Xiang Hai handed over was a gold-stamped business card. Wu Yang, with sharp eyes, immediately saw that the card only had the name 'Xiang Xu' and a phone number on it. 'Don't look at what you shouldn't, these things are not meant for someone like you to understand.' Seeing Wu Yang curiously looking at the business card handed over by Xiang Hai, Ma Xiaoling from the next seat leaned over and coldly warned him, but in the end, she still explained in a low voice, 'Xiang Xu is the father of Senior Xiang Hai, and he is also one of the higher-ranking deputy mayors in our Guangcheng. His business card is like a golden signboard in our Guangcheng circle. With this as a stepping stone, no matter how influential the other party is, they would at least have to give Ma Beinan some face.' Li Xiaoling spoke with confidence, and Xiang Hai, after giving out the business card, looked even more smug, frequently urging others to eat and drink, of course, this did not include 'Wu Yang'. About two minutes later, the door to the private room opened again, and in came Ma Beinan, who had just left excitedly. However, his face no longer showed any sign of excitement or joy, instead, there was a bright red palm print. The person who hit him must have held a great grudge, as they had swollen half of Ma Beinan's face, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.