The lobby of the Lanxin Hotel is approximately six to seven hundred square meters, one-third of which serves as a reception area for guests and the registration counter, while the other two-thirds is a simple restaurant. When Nian Bing arrived, he took a glance and found the decor of the restaurant barely tolerable. The long wooden tables had been stripped to their natural state, the bench-like seats seemed as if they could snap their legs at any moment, and the surrounding walls were dilapidated, with incomplete patches of wallpaper, could this place still be called a restaurant? Had the rooms not been clean or the rates cheap, Nian Bing would never have opted to stay here. However, contrary to his judgment, just at dusk, a long line had already formed at the entrance of the restaurant and inside, every seat was taken. At least a dozen waitstaff were hustling back and forth, creating a lively scene.