Two weeks ago, at the East Sea Hotel, a gathering place for the wealthy of the East Sea to conduct business, there was a constant stream of guests coming and going, with not an empty seat to be found in the restaurant. The grand chandeliers cast the entire hotel interior in a resplendent golden hue, and every decoration screamed opulence—as if to say that only the truly classy were fit to dine here.
However, a long-planned conspiracy was silently unfolding.
"Two lobsters, costing a thousand bucks?!" a seemingly ordinary young couple, holding the hefty menu, the boy was utterly astonished by the price, unable to afford it, "Isn't this restaurant basically robbing people!"
