The Imperial Court Hotel's restaurant had been booked out for the evening.
It wasn't open to the public.
A total of three tables were arranged. The menu for each was set at a standard of over 10,000 yuan, prepared with the finest ingredients available.
It couldn't be helped. In a small town like this, truly expensive ingredients weren't available.
Most of the cost came from the seafood, like abalone, king crab, large lobsters, turbot, and geoduck clams.
The other, more common dishes didn't really add much to the cost.
Then there was the alcohol.
Each table was to have two bottles of Feitian Maotai, and the owner had specifically instructed that they must be authentic.
This was because the woman who had made the reservation—from her clothes and jewelry to her overall bearing—was clearly no ordinary person.
She had an out-of-town accent and spoke Mandarin, looking every bit like she was from a big city.
