The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

The convoys arrived one group at a time.

Wang Hai, along with twelve supervisors, scrambled down the steps.

"Mr. Ye! President He! President Lei!"

Wang Hai bent over, his face beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum.

I rubbed my hands frantically on my trouser legs before daring to stick them out.

Lei Zhen, with an unlit cigar in his mouth, glanced at him but did not shake hands.

He Yunting nodded politely, but his gaze did not linger on him.

"Distinguished guests, the top-floor banquet hall has been cleared."

Wang Hai quickly withdrew his hand and turned to the side, gesturing for him to enter.

"The best Romanée-Conti in the cellar has been awoke, and the air conditioning has been set to the most comfortable temperature of 24 degrees Celsius. Please move upstairs to rest for a while."

Lei Zhen took the cigar out of his mouth and twirled it twice in his hand.

"What's the rush?"

I turned up the collar of my trench coat to block the evening breeze.

"The main character hasn't arrived yet, are we just going to go up there and sit there and get nothing?"

Wang Hai was stunned.

He turned to look at He Yunting and Ye Canghai.

"Mr. Lei is right, we should follow the host's lead."

Ye Canghai spoke in a flat tone.

"We'll wait here until the host gives the order."

He Yunting pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and walked directly to the very edge of the steps.

With his hands clasped in front of him, he assumed a posture ready to stand for a long time.

"Boom!"

Wang Hai's mind went blank.

This represents half of China's business world!

If you pick any one of them, wouldn't the top official in any province personally receive them?

Now, these people are actually going to greet guests on the steps of the Peninsula Hotel, braving the cold wind?

Who on earth has such great influence?

Across the street.

Li Qiang's hand, which was holding the phone, was already sore, but he didn't dare to put it down.

The group chat was flooded with messages.

"Qiangzi! Go live! Why are you posting photos?!"

"Holy crap, it really is He Yunting! I just sent the photo to my boss, and he practically fell off the toilet!"

"What are these people doing? Why don't they go in?"

Li Qiang swallowed hard and turned to look at Zhao Gang beside him.

"Gangzi, what are those immortals doing standing at the door? Are they being punished?"

Zhao Gang's electric bike had long since fallen over on the side of the road.

He was clinging to the iron railing of the green belt, craning his neck to look across.

"You don't know anything, these are the rules."

Zhao Gang analyzed it with great seriousness.

"I used to deliver food for big companies, which clearly means I'm waiting for a higher-level manager."

Grandma Wang took a pair of iron tongs and tapped on the oven where she roasted sweet potatoes.

"How high-ranking is he? Higher than these bosses riding in those long cars?"

Aunt Wang pursed her lips.

"I think they're just bored and have nothing better to do. It's freezing cold outside, aren't they afraid of getting arthritis?"

Li Qiang ignored Aunt Wang and stared intently at his phone screen.

"Another car is coming! Look!"

At the end of the road, three black Hongqi sedans with Suzhou license plates drove smoothly towards them.

It's not as ostentatious as a Rolls-Royce, nor as domineering as a George Patton.

But as soon as the three cars stopped in the square, Lei Zhen and the others on the steps immediately stopped talking.

Song Changfeng pushed open the passenger door, quickly walked around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

Zhou Xiuqing, leaning on her sandalwood cane, stepped out of the car.

Song Yun, dressed in a moon-white long dress, quickly stepped forward to support her grandmother's arm.

"Madam Song."

Ye Canghai was the first to come down the steps, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

He Yunting and Lei Zhen followed closely behind, greeting him one after another.

Wang Hai stood on the steps, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

The Song family of Suzhou!

That guy was a ruthless character who issued the Imperial Decree and bankrupted the three major clans of the capital overnight!

"Patriarch Ye, President He, President Lei."

Zhou Xiuqing nodded slightly in return.

The old lady was in excellent spirits today, her black and white hair was neatly combed.

Her face had a rosy glow, and she walked with a steady gait, so her cane was just for show.

"Madam, it's windy outside."

Ye Canghai gestured with his hand.

"You are getting on in years, why don't you go inside and have a cup of hot tea? We'll wait here."

Zhou Xiuqing stopped and glanced at the brightly lit hotel entrance.

shook his head.

"Rules are rules."

Zhou Xiuqing's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"Miss Shen is hosting tonight. Since she's not here, how can we, as guests, go in first and presume to take over?"

Zhou Xiuqing gently tapped the ground with her cane.

"Let's wait together."

After saying that, the old lady stood straight in the middle of the steps.

Song Changfeng and Song Yun stood quietly behind her, one on each side.

Ye Canghai and the others exchanged glances, then returned to their original positions and continued to stand in line.

Wang Hai leaned against the doorpost, panting heavily.

I don't even have the strength to wipe my sweat now.

The patriarch of the Song family of Suzhou, along with half of China's financial tycoons, were collectively made to stand as punishment in front of the Peninsula Hotel!

If this scene gets out, the entire Dragon Kingdom will be shaken!

"Qiangzi, did you get a picture? Who's that old lady?"

Zhao Gang was so anxious on the other side of the road that he was jumping up and down.

Even Lei Zhen bowed to her!

Li Qiang frantically zoomed in on the screen with his fingers, his lips trembling.

"I don't know him! But I know that tonight, the sky over Jiangcheng is about to be ripped open!"

Just when everyone thought the lineup had reached its peak.

A deep, somber engine sound came from the other end of the street.

Five pure black bulletproof SUVs drove into the square like five steel behemoths.

There was no honking, no slowing down.

With an oppressive, suffocating aura, it stopped directly next to the Hongqi convoy.

Wang Hai glanced at the license plate and slid down the doorpost to the ground.

White license plate with a red "Dragon" prefix.

This is followed by a string of numbers representing extremely high privileges.

"Heaven... Heavenly Pivot..."

Wang Hai's teeth chattered, and his voice was barely audible.

As the general manager of a five-star hotel, he knew all too well what this license plate meant.

This is the highest military institution in the Dragon Kingdom, a living Yama with the privilege of executing first and reporting later!

The door of the first car opened.

Shen Cang, the garrison commander of East China, walked down the road, leaning on his cane.

Following them were Meng Chongshan, Lei Shan, Ye Hongyu, and Wu Yang.

The five S-class garrison commanders, dressed in matching black combat uniforms, stood in a row.

Instead of heading towards the steps, they turned around and faced the extended Hongqi sedan in the middle.

Zhou Ce pushed open the passenger door, quickly walked to the back seat, and opened the car door.

The entire room fell silent.

Lei Zhen forgot to twirl the cigar in his hand.

A look of extreme seriousness flashed behind He Yunting's gold-rimmed glasses.

Ye Canghai stopped fiddling with the walnuts.

Zhou Xiuqing leaned on her cane, her eyes fixed on the open car door.

Across the street.

Li Qiang even forgot to breathe, his phone camera fixed on the extended Hongqi limousine.

Zhao Gang swallowed hard, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped.

"Qiangzi... what kind of deity is sitting in here?"

Grandma Wang dropped the iron pliers from her hand, making a crisp "clang" sound.