Money-Grubbing System C54
by MarineTLChapter 54 Qian Jianing’s restaurant almost never had leftovers. Whether à la carte or set meals, every diner would invariably clean their plate, scraping even the remaining sauce with their spoons if they could. At Li Zhenhai’s previous birthday banquets, guests would usually eat a dish or two and then go over to toast him. But this time, the atmosphere was unusually quiet—everyone had their heads down, eating intently, barely saying a word. One of Li Zhenhai’s old subordinates, known for his…









