The next morning, Jiang Chen stretched his body, yawned, and sat up from the bed.
After he quickly brushed up, Jiang Chen walked into the kitchen, still sleepy. He took out a box of instant pasta and a box of milk from the storage dimension and stuffed the pasta into the microwave oven on the cabinet.
Then, he placed the milk and the pasta that dripped with tomato sauce onto the table and prepared to enjoy his breakfast. But then, Lu Fan knocked on the door, came in, and saluted.
"Gen... boss, this is an invitation from the hotel manager."
"An invitation?"
Still yawning, Jiang Chen put down his fork and took the invitation from Lu Fan. He glanced at it for a moment before he displayed an intrigued expression.
The Dorsett Hotel had an auction at ten in the morning and it was being held in the lobby on the second floor. He was holding the invitation to the auction along with an admission ticket.
