Even though he had been to the palace before as part of an anti-government force, Ye Tian was still dazzled by the sight before him. He had never seen such a large hotel lobby. It wasn't even a lobby; it was big enough to be a soccer field, filled with shimmering crystal glass. Ye Tian didn't understand architectural art; all he knew was that shiny things were good things. If he had to comment, it would probably be as ludicrous as a peasant guessing the emperor farmed with a golden hoe.
After entering the elevator, Ye Tian finally asked Zhang Houtu about the situation here.
"I've been here before with the old man. That time, it was to help an old buddy of the old man's who had some trouble. The old man lent a hand, and when the favor was returned, it was right here. But it was just an ordinary meal. There's a presidential suite here, but it's on the thirtieth floor or higher and has different levels. The highest level, staying for one night, costs five hundred thousand."