However, compared to ordinary restaurants, each table in the Fan Building is separated by a screen, greatly ensuring dining privacy.
Xu Yun and his entourage entered.
A swift servant quickly threw a towel over his shoulder and stepped up respectfully, saying:
"Honored guests, your presence truly brightens our humble establishment, but the main hall is currently full. May I invite you to the upstairs?"
Wang Bing glanced at him and handed over a few rare pieces of silver to the servant:
"Is there a private room available?"
The servant accepted the silver and carefully examined it.
His gaze lingered on the Imperial Secretariat seal for a moment, and his smile became even more radiant:
"Yes, yes, yes, the Fenglin Crossing on the third floor is vacant; shall I show you up?"
Wang Bing nodded:
"Lead the way!"
"Alright, to the Fenglin Crossing for five!"
Fifteen minutes later.
Xu Yun, Wang Bing, and Zong Ze each took their seats.
