"Hey! Hey! Zhou Chao, look! Who is that?" Chen Zixue pushed Zhou Chao with his elbow, and only then did Zhou Chao snap back to attention and realize it was Chen Yuting who had arrived. Chen Zixue had never met Chen Yuting before, which was why he had asked him. Wow! Zhou Chao's heart raced—was this the Chen Yuting from before? Definitely not the ordinary high school girl he had known from Hanhai No. 1 High School. She was now wearing a very professional deep blue business suit, a white bow tied neatly at her neck, her hair perfectly styled, with a clear and fresh appearance. As she glanced around, the female servers, seeing the General Manager arrive, promptly bowed respectfully and called out, "Ms. Chen! Good morning!" "Just keep working! Don't forget—we have a meeting after work today, and everyone is expected to attend!" "Yes, Ms. Chen!" "... Just as Chen Yuting had stepped away, Xiao Mei served a warm beverage to Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue, pouring it with a graceful gesture. Zhou Chao gently touched Xiao Mei's delicate hands with the edge of his salted pork hand, and for a moment, Xiao Mei lost her balance—her hands trembled, and the hot drink splashed onto both Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue. 'What on earth happened? Are you even capable of serving guests properly?' Zhou Chao exclaimed loudly. Xiao Mei blushed deeply, feeling genuinely embarrassed—she never thought she would be outdone by this suave man, let alone be scolded. Chen Yuting arrived, noticing Zhou Chao and the other person who seemed quite composed, and smiled politely, offering her apologies. Yet Zhou Chao wouldn't be satisfied—he made a big deal out of it, insisting that Xiao Mei personally apologize to him. Under Chen Yuting's pressure, Xiao Mei finally faced Zhou Chao and said, 'I'm sorry.' Chen Zixue, standing by, pretended to be the mediator, saying, 'It's all right. What's the big deal? Just a stained shirt, isn't it?" Just wash your hands and leave it at that—don’t trouble the young lady any further. One plays the straight man, the other the warm one. Xiao Mei is a beautiful young woman recently graduated from a nursing school, currently struggling to find a job, so she’s been introduced to Mengzhu Grand Hotel. She comes across as pure and sincere, and Chen Zixue has managed to play the good guy so convincingly that Xiao Mei is deeply touched. Zhou Chao feels a bit annoyed—how could Chen Zixue have snagged Xiao Mei, whom he himself had been eyeing! Nevertheless, they’ve come today not to court romance, but to create trouble for Chen Yuting. "Mr. Chen, the service here is quite excellent—indeed, we’ve come especially to see it! We’ve heard that your hotel’s abalone banquet is world-renowned. We’d like to try it!" Zhou Chao says with a subtle, calculated tone. Chen Yuting finds Zhou Chao utterly unbearable—the man has always been her husband’s fiercest rival. Yet, even now, she remains cautious. Chen Yuting had the kitchen prepare a truly authentic abalone banquet, but Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue only tasted a little before vomiting, tapping the table with their chopsticks and asking, "What is this? It's not even authentic at all!" Chen Yuting suppressed her inner frustration, took a small bite with her other chopstick, and gasped—how could it be so salty, and with such a distinctly unpleasant odor? Unexpectedly, several reporters suddenly burst in, setting up their cameras to film the abalone banquet on the table. Chen Yuting tried again with her chopsticks, and gasped—there were dense layers of flies, all dead, looking extremely unappetizing. Chen Yuting immediately shouted, "Who did this? Who did this?" But the reporters were already delivering a speech to the audience on television, "Ladies and gentlemen, viewers at home!" I'm now providing live coverage from the five-star Mengzhu Grand Hotel. Today, two gentlemen enjoyed a abalone dinner, yet the hygiene standards were deeply disappointing—there were numerous dead flies scattered throughout the dining area. In fact, the so-called house specialty was even difficult for the hotel manager to eat. Chen Yuting suddenly realized: this was a deliberate setup by Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue. But it was too late—the real-time broadcast from Beijing City Television had already reached thousands of households. Indeed, many viewers were calling out: "Mengzhu Grand Hotel—such a hotel that deceives its customers! We will no longer patronize it!" "Thankfully, I didn't go there—we'll stick with two other hotels instead!" "That's a great idea! We'll go to HaiLong Grand Hotel and Hua Guoshan Grand Hotel at least—so we won't have to eat flies!"... Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue naturally didn't pay. As they left, they gave Chen Yuting a sly, knowing smile. Chen Yuting, however, clenched her teeth and firmly said: "You truly are low-minded!" At that moment, the three longtime friends arrived, energized and eager to charge in, to settle scores with Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue. But they were stopped by Chen Yuting. Beside her, Xiao Mei said to Chen Yuting, "Chen General, I'm sorry, but I can't come to work tomorrow. My parents are ill at home!" "Xiao Mei, here's 5,000 yuan—take it for urgent needs!" Yet Xiao Mei didn't reach out to accept the money; instead, she was deeply moved and said, "Chen General, I'll definitely return to work! I believe the hotel has been wronged! Oh, by the way, I just went to the inner hall and found that chef—Chef Gao! Chef Gao!" Chen Yuting immediately gave a signal to Deng, the fat pig, who promptly rushed to the inner hall. But by then, Chef Gao had already left. "It must have been bought off by Zhou Chao!" Deng exclaimed, frustrated. Since the Dream Zhu Hotel was exposed for serving dead flies on its abalone banquet, its business has sharply declined—its once-bustling clientele has largely departed, and the lively atmosphere has now turned This put tremendous pressure on Chen Yuting, as she knew that good things seldom spread while bad ones travel fast—her hard-earned reputation for the Dream Zhu Hotel’s high-quality products and services had been completely ruined in an instant. Ah! No, I can’t wait anymore. I must speak with Gao Liang. Chen Yuting sat in her general manager’s office and dialed Gao Liang’s phone. At that moment, Gao Liang was teaching a class, and the phone rang. When he checked the screen, it was Chen Yuting—immediately, he answered. “Great! I’ll come right after class!” Gao Liang agreed. Chen Yuting didn’t directly inform Gao Liang about the crisis at the hotel; instead, she simply mentioned that she had some work matters requiring a personal update to him. Yet by 6 p.m., Gao Liang still hadn’t arrived. This left Chen Yuting feeling deeply disappointed. What was Gao Liang doing? Upgrading his training! Training and upgrading! Thanks to the Energy Stone, Gao Liang has been intensifying his physical training continuously. Every day after class, he undergoes rigorous physical workouts in a large park behind Kyoto University. He knows that Zhou Chao's water-based ability has now reached an extremely formidable level—definitely capable of overpowering him in a direct confrontation. To strengthen himself further, he is training relentlessly. "Ah!" Even after completing 5,000 push-ups, Gao Liang doesn't stop. He decides to increase the intensity—he's determined to push himself to 10,000 push-ups today.