Rainy night.
Old Li glanced at the solitary white van parked by the roadside, with rain falling and no other people on the road.
He puffed and huffed his way into the Hill Grand Hotel and politely knocked on the door.
"Is it Mr. Zhong Chengshi? Your delivery is here. Wish you a delightful meal..."
Before he could finish, the door swung open, and a man with a heavily scarred face grabbed the delivery and cursed:
"Ten minutes! You're ten minutes late, how am I supposed to eat this crap? Damn it, I'm definitely returning this order. Get ready to lose money on a bad review! Lower-class people are just lower-class..."
'Bang!'
The door slammed shut.
"I'm sorry, it's pouring outside..." The words that Old Li barely uttered were crushed back into his mouth by the dull sound.
His face was full of bitterness, standing at the door for a full two minutes before hastily entering the elevator.
In the elevator, Old Li silently calculated:
"It'll cost me sixty or seventy..."
