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Jiang Chen had already mastered the art of performing for the crowd, his face bearing the identical polite smile.

"Mr. Yu, I've long admired your renowned name."

Perhaps Yu Guangrong didn't think much of it, but Lan Peizhi, who was still seated in the chair, gave Jiang Chen an extra glance.

She probably knew that Jiang Chen was purely talking nonsense.

This guy didn't even understand the He Family, so how could he possibly have heard of Yu Guangrong?

Even though in the city of Haojiang, the name Yu Guangrong truly was illustrious.

"Mr. Jiang, please have a seat."

Yu Guangrong made a gesture.

The table was too large, and Jiang Chen didn't make an effort to sit next to Lan Peizhi. He just found a spot and sat down.

Without needing directions, it was time to serve the dishes next.

One could see female servers, akin to models, gracefully and respectfully bringing in porcelain plates one after another, presenting an array of dishes that were dazzling like art pieces.