My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 815 - 489: The Present Compromise

Beijing Hotel.

Its history dates back to the early 1900s, located in the center of Su City, adjacent to the former Imperial Palace, the Forbidden City.

It is just a stones throw away from the Chengtian Gate, Great Hall, National Grand Theater, Wangfujing, and other historical and cultural landmarks.

Every corridor, every place of leisure, is unique and exquisitely beautiful.

The coexistence of classic and modern, tradition and emerging trends, the blending of East and West, has made this renowned hotel extraordinary with historical charm.

Its unique development history and geographical location have endowed this five-star hotel, combining history, culture, aesthetics, and modern technology, with a special political status, welcoming countless international dignitaries since the founding of the country.

Although Lin Haitang is a local of Beijing, it was still her first time dining in such a place, let alone coming to a private VIP room not open to the general public...

All utensils are ancient and elegant, made of high-quality antique porcelain.

A living room, three dining rooms, all furnished with exquisite furniture, filled with antiques, delicate bonsai, walls adorned with famous calligraphy and paintings, an elegant room with fragrant flowers...

At first, Lin Haitang was somewhat bewildered by such an impressive setup, but with Meng Lang’s guidance, she couldn’t resist taking pictures of the exquisite dishes in front of her.

"Click!"

"Click! Click!"

Lobster with Arhat special sauce, braised sea cucumber, braised shark fin, duck, simmered beef brisket...

Accompanied by the impressive explanation from the waiter, the two were greatly amazed...

This table, a heritage of intangible culture — Tan Family’s Cuisine, is the only inheritance of its kind, reportedly introduced under the prime minister’s personal directive.

The appearance, aroma, and flavor were beyond words, and even the presentation of each dish was almost an artwork.

Mr. Hu wasn’t surprised by the up-and-down reactions of the two behaving like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"Xiao Meng, do you find the dishes agreeable?"

Meng Lang swallowed a piece of beef brisket and gave a thumbs-up.

"Hmm! Rich and creamy, leaving a lingering taste! No wonder it’s a famous dish!"

"Haha! I’m glad it suits your taste. If we hadn’t specially asked Master Tan to work extra, we might not have been able to enjoy this delicacy today.

But rest assured, he’s well compensated for his overtime." Mr. Hu said with a smile.

"Uh..."

Meng Lang thought this old man was quite particular.

Can a chef’s extra work be called overtime?

Moreover, experiencing someone else’s overtime service feels different, doesn’t it?

"In addition, I’ve booked a room for the two of you here. You’ve traveled a long way, so take a good rest here tonight.

If needed, tomorrow I’ll have Xiao Chu arrange for an internal passage to take you on a tour of Beijing’s famous historical sites."

Internal passage?

It sounds like you don’t need to queue?

Meng Lang couldn’t help but marvel.

You never know until you experience it: enjoying such privileged perks is hard for anyone to resist...

The reason ordinary people resent privilege is mostly because they don’t have it in their hands. Once they’ve enjoyed privilege, most people probably only want to hold onto it tightly...

For example, Meng Lang wasn’t immune to double standards regarding overtime.

If possible, he doesn’t mind enjoying some privileges, but he is more aware than the average person that privileges usually come with risks...

Sitting at home, then suddenly a 7.62mm bullet drills through the ventilation duct with precise aim...

Are you afraid of this life experience?

He put down his chopsticks, wearing a serious expression.

"Thank you for your generous hospitality, but I prefer to travel through ordinary passenger channels with no merit to accept privilege."

"How could it be without merit? Just your assistance to Yifei deserves a bit of local hospitality on my part."

Mr. Hu looked at Meng Lang with implied meaning.

"Not to mention Ms. Gao Yuan’s outstanding contribution to the nation’s disaster relief in the north..."

Hmm?

Meng Lang’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

Why are Gao Yuan’s contributions being attributed to me?

Could it be that even such a secret matter of him being Gao Yuan’s hidden boss has been found out by the relevant departments?

Seeing Meng Lang’s somewhat startled expression, Mr. Hu’s eyes betrayed a hint of a smile.

"What? Xiao Meng, are you going to deny your connection with Gao Yuan?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Haitang silently put down her chopsticks and perked up her ears.

Meng Lang was sweating. "Hey, hey! Mr. Hu, don’t make such claims. What connection could I possibly have with Gao Yuan?"

"Haha! I heard that before her rise, Gao Yuan had a divorce dispute with Xu Jingsong from the Xu Group.

And on the night of March 31st this year, the Su City criminal police received a call from a concerned citizen, and both Xu Jingsong and Gao Yuan were involved in a case...

This matter... Xiao Meng, are you aware?"

"Hmm?" Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang with a face full of confusion.

"Ahem! I have heard a bit." Meng Lang coughed lightly.

March 31st...

That was the divide between Gao Yuan’s "former life" and "later life."

Given Gao Yuan’s current status, especially the incredible breakthroughs in sensitive technology from Changqing Biological and Baiyeji.

It’s not surprising that her background has been meticulously scrutinized due to national interest.

The grievances between her and Xu Jingsong that night also are not any tightly kept secret in the face of national powers...

"Though I don’t know exactly which kindhearted citizen reported the case, coincidentally, on that night, Ms. Gao Yuan’s account received a large transfer of 5 million." Mr. Hu said, smiling at Meng Lang.

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