While Dai Wenhua was looking for Chen Yang, he had already arrived at the entrance of the banquet.
The waiter stopped him, asking, "Excuse me, sir, do you have an invitation?"
Chen Yang chuckled, "What's an invitation? Is it edible?"
The waiter frowned and said sternly, "Sir, please don't cause any trouble. To enter tonight's banquet, you need an invitation."
"Just kidding with you." Chen Yang patted the waiter's shoulder to draw his attention, and with his other hand, he slyly pulled an invitation from underneath the desk, then grasped it and pressed hard on the name, smudging the ink.
He handed the invitation to the waiter: "My invitation."
Upon receiving it, the waiter read, "It's… Liu… Shuoye… Mr."
"Right, Liu Shuoye, that's me."
Chen Yang nodded and headed inside.
As for the original name on the invitation, he didn't know what it was.
