The use of such a setup, generally reserved for significant celebrations, tends to be pricier. Once the meal is served, the staff from the hotel choose to step out, as this signals the initiation of a closed-door negotiation—one which could potentially lead to a fight, or not. But the hotel's staff won't intervene regardless of the outcome; they'll charge the same either way. Besides, Wang Zhong isn't short on cash, so this small expense means nothing to him.
At eight in the evening, Ye Wudao and Wang Zhong were seated at a large round table in the main hall. There was a feast laid out before them, complete with abalone, sea cucumber, fish maw, and more. The other party hadn't arrived yet, and there was no telling if they would. Ye Wudao didn't particularly care either way and simply picked up his chopsticks and began eating away. As a martial artist, he digested quickly and, naturally, ate a great deal.
