"Chairman Wei, what brings you here?"
Just then, a manager recognized the middle-aged man as the Chairman of the Wei Family Catering Group, which owned the rotating restaurant. He immediately rushed forward with a fawning expression. "The Group didn't notify us that you were coming for an inspection. We're so sorry for not lining up downstairs to welcome you."
"Please rest for a moment. I'll go notify the store manager to come and greet you."
"Step aside!"
However, Chairman Wei paid no attention to the flattering manager. He strode quickly to Qin Lin's side and grabbed his hand firmly. "Mr. Qin, I'm truly sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's nothing."
Qin Lin smiled indifferently and then pointed to the sign hanging outside the rotating restaurant. "Look at this."
"'No Qin Lin Allowed. Dogs Permitted.'"
"Son of a bitch!"
