Arriving at Dynasty Hotel, Mo Huasong parked the car, and with Wu Yuzhen, they walked inside.
"Sir, good afternoon. Do you have a reservation?" A tall, beautiful woman in a qipao came over and asked.
Wu Yuzhen, assuming that Mo Huasong had never been here before, quickly responded, "Miss, we don't have a reservation. Can you arrange a table for us in the main hall, please?"
Wu Yuzhen remembered that the main hall in Dynasty Hotel does not have a minimum spending requirement. She figured that the three of them could get by with spending a thousand or so.
The hostess, hearing Wu Yuzhen's request, did not lead them in but called over a waitress to guide them instead.
The waitress, hearing that Mo Huasong and his group wanted to sit in the main hall and not a private room, assumed they didn't have much money. Her face showed contempt for the type who swells their face to look fat even when they don't have the means.
