An hour later, the car brought the group to a rustic restaurant in Zhu Village.
Despite the rundown appearance of the restaurant and its outdoor dining environment, the parking lot was filled with luxury cars worth millions.
Because they had made a reservation in advance, the group walked through a small muddy road and quickly arrived at a private room inside.
Although calling it a private room wasn't quite accurate, as it was merely a gazebo enclosed with a fence. Behind it was a litchi forest, and diners could easily pluck a litchi by extending an arm while eating.
However, the litchis were still green at this moment. The Guiwei variety wouldn't be ripe for another ten plus days.
Xu Qingfan, being mischievous, plucked one to taste and almost had his teeth ache from the sourness.
They had taken the high-speed train back to Hong Kong at nine in the morning. After meeting Zhang Chunxue, they drove over, wasting some time waiting, but now it was precisely twelve noon.
