Zhang Yi left his address with the Haidilao staff to have the hotpot base delivered later.
As for the food ingredients, he could get them directly from Walmart's warehouse.
The hotpot base was something that wasn't sold outside, and even the packaged hotpot base available in the market was far inferior to what was served in the restaurant.
Otherwise, there would be no reason for customers to dine in.
After finishing his meal, Zhang Yi prepared to go home when he received a call from the manager of the five-star hotel.
"Mr. Zhang, the 500 banquet tables you ordered are ready. Can you receive them now?"
"Yes, just send them over."
Zhang Yi returned home, waiting for the food and drinks to be delivered.
These 500 banquet tables would be enough for him to eat for two to three years.
With eight to nine million left in his hands, he wasn't worried about spending money. In fact, he was eager to spend it all.
On his way back, Zhang Yi thought about what else he liked to eat.
So, he placed orders with several major restaurants in Tianhai City, asking them to deliver a hundred tables each.
Eight major cuisines, including Western food, totaling thousands of tables!
This essentially covered his meals for half a lifetime.
Soon, the catering trucks from Hongfu Tianxia Hotel arrived at the entrance of Yuelu Community.
A convoy of twenty to thirty vehicles blocked the road, leaving the neighbors in shock.
Security guard Uncle You hurried over to stop them, asking what they were there for.
The hotel manager explained, but Uncle You insisted that the homeowner come over before opening the gate.
Given the scale of the convoy, he couldn't let them in without ensuring the community's safety.
The hotel manager had no choice but to call Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi went downstairs to the community entrance.
By then, a crowd had gathered, including neighbors from his building and onlookers like Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining.
Zhang Yi approached Uncle You with a smile. "Uncle You, these are my food deliveries. Let them in."
Uncle You was astonished.
"Food deliveries? What are you eating that requires so many vehicles?"
The neighbors were equally shocked upon hearing it was food.
"Wow, that must be hundreds of tables!"
"Is Zhang Yi hosting a banquet at home?"
"Is he getting married? But hundreds of tables is too much!"
"Look closely, that's Hongfu Tianxia, a five-star hotel!"
"Ordering hundreds of tables there costs at least a million!"
"My goodness, spending a million on a banquet. Zhang Yi is really something!"
The neighbors' chatter turned their gazes towards Zhang Yi with admiration and respect.
Seeing this, Fang Yuqing bit her lip, determined to win Zhang Yi over.
She approached him with a smile. "Zhang Yi, what's going on at home? Buying so much stuff."
Zhang Yi ignored her and handed a cigarette to Uncle You.
Seeing the homeowner, Uncle You opened the gate, allowing the hotel convoy to enter.
Zhang Yi led the way.
Though he ignored Fang Yuqing, she didn't mind and continued chatting beside him.
"Why can't you tell me what's going on at home? Aren't we good friends?"
"I hope to know more about you. Don't treat me as an outsider."
Zhang Yi glanced at her, smirking. "These are for my boss. Even the meal at the Western restaurant was his treat."
He sighed. "I wish I were that rich."
Fang Yuqing's expression changed.
"You're not joking, right?"
Zhang Yi shrugged. "Why would I lie? We've known each other for years. You know my family's situation."
"My parents passed away, and I'm just a warehouse supervisor. Where would I get that kind of money?"
His explanation made Fang Yuqing's face cloud over.
She had suspected that a rich heir would at least have a family business.
Zhang Yi's parents had been gone for years, leaving some inheritance but not enough to make him a rich heir.
Now, with Zhang Yi admitting he wasn't wealthy, her doubts were cleared.
She distanced herself slightly, adjusting her hair with a polite smile. "Whether you're rich or not, we're best friends, right? I'm not a gold digger."
She emphasized "friends."
Green tea girls never burn bridges, needing backups and followers to serve them.
Zhang Yi smirked, saying nothing more.
Meanwhile, Hongfu Tianxia staff began moving the banquet tables into Zhang Yi's house.
He had ordered the best: abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, Australian lobster, truffles, caviar—everything.
Fitting 500 banquet tables into his house was challenging.
Even the hotel manager was concerned.
But Zhang Yi told them to keep moving the food inside.
Secretly, he transferred everything into his alternate space.
He did it discreetly, so no one noticed.
Soon, he had stored all 500 banquet tables in his space.
That evening, Zhang Yi received a call from Wu Huairen, the manager at Zhanlong Security.
Wu Huairen informed him they were ready to start building the safehouse and asked when they could begin.
Zhang Yi told them they could start the next day.
He planned to stay at a hotel in the meantime.
After discussing the safehouse, Zhang Yi waited for more news from Wu Huairen.
He had another important request: acquiring firearms.
After a moment of hesitation, Wu Huairen whispered, "If you really need that, I can recommend a source. But it will be expensive."
Zhang Yi nodded, understanding.
Money wasn't an issue for him now.
"That's not a problem, as long as the quality is good."
Wu Huairen replied, "Alright, I'll make the introduction. I'll inform you of the transaction location in three days."