Zhang Yueshan was hosting a banquet for a few of his friends.
These friends were either descendants of nobility or government officials, and while a minority of them might not be from such backgrounds, they were still elites in their respective fields, such as finance or education. At that moment, the group was merrily drinking and chatting; the atmosphere was lively, with the added charm of young ladies softly urging them to drink more, truly a scene befitting a gathering of wealthy young aristocrats.
Just then, someone cautiously approached from outside the room, walking lightly to Zhang Yueshan's side and whispering a few words into his ear. Zhang Yueshan's face darkened as he slammed his cup onto the table with a thud, silencing the boisterous atmosphere instantly. Zhang Yueshan waved his hand, and the maidens quietly bowed before leaving the room.
