The minute hand on the wall clock had gone around twice, and Lu Zhu still wasn't out yet.
Zhou Yiran, bored to tears, had already started handling some company affairs on his phone.
A few girls at the front desk, taking advantage of the high counter to hide, were sneakily observing Zhou Yiran.
Relying on the distance, they lowered their voices to a whisper and chatted quietly.
"How much money does President Zhou make per minute, according to the online rumors? Today, we're basking in the light of wealth, aren't we?"
On the internet, stories about Zhou Yiran were endless.
One particularly famous story was about some celebrity's wedding, which was held in extreme luxury, called the wedding of the century, costing billions.
Although it was later revealed that most of it was sponsored by brands, it was still something people talked about with relish.
Amidst all the admiration, a little smart aleck suddenly had a whimsical idea.
