Monday night, late at night.
A nearly hundred-meter tall building overlooked the entirety of Chengyang City like a watchtower, filled with people in suits and ties.
This is the Dongri Grand Hotel.
It stands proudly on the busiest commercial street in Chengyang City, becoming the landmark of this place.
Wu Liang looked at the dazzling sign in the distance and awkwardly adjusted the tie around his neck.
This suit was bought last year for a childhood friend's wedding, and he hadn't worn something so formal in a long time, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
He still preferred loose casual wear, which was great both for moving around and for comfort.
Just as he adjusted himself and walked over, a smiling, uniformed attendant approached him.
"Hello, sir. May I ask which banquet you are a guest of? Do you have an invitation? I can take you to the venue." The attendant courteously asked Wu Liang.
As a top-tier hotel, banquet reservations needed to be made well in advance.
