林风只觉得这鸿运酒店的名字取得挺会骗人，进门的第一感觉就是贵。 Welcoming guests at the entrance are two burly men in black suits, one holding a notebook and a pen, looking like they’re about to check someone’s VIP card.

"Sir, please show your reservation." The man spoke without looking up, his tone indifferent, like he was dealing with a pile of trash.

林风嘴角抽了抽，他从没见过这么“讲究”的餐馆。 "I don't have a reservation." he said.

The man finally looked up, his eyes cold as if they could freeze water. "Then you can't enter."

林风 sighed inwardly. He knew he shouldn't be here but Chen Hao, his brother-in-law, insisted. Chen Hao had been bragging about this restaurant for weeks, saying it was the best in the city. Now, here they were, standing at the entrance, looking like fools.

Just as Lin Wind was about to turn around and leave, he heard a voice behind him. "Hey, are you Lin Feng?"

Lin Wind turned around to see a young man standing there, wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. He had a charming smile and a confident aura.