By noon, Hong Ren had specially arranged for a vegetarian feast to entertain the wealthy guests who had traveled from afar.

Though the dishes were all plant-based, their vibrant colors and good taste made it clear they were meticulously prepared.

Sun Shijie commented, "The meal is well-balanced and nutritious, not inferior to meat-based dishes."

Hui San proudly responded, "Of course, it's a recipe chosen personally by my master; it's nutritious, won't cause weight gain, and builds strength."

After saying that, he noticed the girls including the little girl seemed indifferent, and couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't you curious about the recipe?

In the past, many female visitors were eager to ask for it after hearing me speak."

Indeed, sometimes women's obsession with their figures seems hard to understand.

Some deliberately starve themselves to lose weight, but their weight doesn't decrease, instead, their blood sugar drops.

Various weight loss teas and pills have sprung up, but those that work often don't meet regulations or are harmful; those that are safe don't show results.

It's like an unsolvable puzzle that frustrates many women.

If there was a way to eat well, maintain balance, and not gain weight, most women troubled by weight concerns would chase after it.

However, the little girl casually replied, "No recipe needed; no matter how much we eat, we don't gain weight—Xiao Feng said I'm thin."

Lin Zhiyan and the others also showed no interest.

But Xiao Feng thoughtfully said, "Give me a copy of the recipe."

"Brother Feng, are you thinking of losing weight?" The Martial Monks were surprised.

Xiao Feng shook his head, "I'm thinking of opening a diet therapy shop, using healthy methods to lose weight; it could make quite a bit of money. I'll cover the costs, and after expenses, we can split the profits equally."

The Martial Monks were moved, "Brother Feng, you're so generous, far more than the senior brother!"

In reality, Xiao Feng had another thought.

Earning money was secondary; the diet shop's main clientele would undoubtedly be women.

Making money while chatting with pretty girls—what's not to love?

But mentioning Senior Brother Hui Yi, Xiao Feng wondered, "Where's Hui Yi? Why isn't he with you?"

Hui Er replied, "Senior Brother is very image-conscious, currently resting in the dormitory."

This comment implied that Hui Yi had been beaten and looked unpresentable for now.

Xiao Feng was taken aback—striking one's own men so harshly?

Then he thought, if someone played word games to deceive him, he'd probably be harsher.

"Bi Quan and Guan Huarong don't seem to be here," Zhao Guo'an observed as he glanced around.

Lin Zhiyan chimed in, "It's not surprising; they were embarrassed—staying would only make them a laughingstock."

This was based on the fact that if one walked around the area and listened closely, many were whispering about Bi Quan and Guan Huarong.

Reputation is like one's character; difficult to build, but can be destroyed by a single event.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Jiangwei, doing small business nearby. Meeting is fate; I offer a toast to everyone with tea instead of wine."

A short, middle-aged man, with thick, protruding upper lips resembling a duck's beak, approached Xiao Feng, smiling broadly.

The little girl immediately put down her chopsticks, feeling her appetite diminish on seeing him.

Xiao Feng froze as well—his appearance was more effective than any diet pill, taking one look could kill appetite.

After Zhao Jiangwei, more people started approaching with cups, introducing themselves clearly as they wanted to connect.

Their reasoning was straightforward: Bi Quan and Guan Huarong left early after what was said, intending to retaliate.

This leaves two outcomes—either this young man will disappear completely or stay successful.

And either way, it wouldn't hurt to make connections.

Whether Bi Quan and Guan Huarong resent this is possible, but unlikely; despite their power, could they suppress everyone there?

Xiao Feng stood up, pulling out his phone, "Let's create a group; we can exchange ideas for making money later."

The wealthy guests were eager, taking out their phones if they had them, and having their staff bring them if they didn't.

In no time, the rich guests were queuing to scan the code as if claiming prizes on the street.

But little did they know, Xiao Feng's talk of exchanging business ideas was all a ruse.

If he had a lucrative business idea, Xiao Feng would keep it for himself, not spread it and invite competition.

They also didn't foresee Xiao Feng had plans of his own for the group.

It's known social media groups differ in quality—one with a hundred office workers vs. a hundred wealthy individuals are completely different entities.

Xiao Feng had heard of information brokers dealing in these kinds of groups, selling seemingly worthless data for real gains.

Even if not sold, advertisements could be posted occasionally.

With the group made, Xiao Feng and others left their seats.

According to Hong Ren's plan, there was a big event scheduled for the afternoon, but Xiao Feng had no intentions to participate or inquire.

Soon after leaving, Su Yuzhuo asked, "Could you share the recipe with me?"

Xiao Feng paused, sized her up, "You want to lose weight too?"

"Let's say...I do."

"Either you do or you don't—what does 'let's say' mean?"

Su Yuzhuo took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, I want to lose weight."

Admitting this was a roundabout way of confirming her weight issue. But compared to the frustration of poverty, a little embarrassment here seemed trivial.

"Brother Feng, should we give her the recipe?"

Asking was Hui Shiqi, who had previously sabotaged Zhao Guo'an's chair leg.

Xiao Feng felt pleased, seeing his previous reprimands had a clear effect.

"Give it to her, why not," Xiao Feng casually replied.

Little did he know.

That casual response paved the way for Su Yuzhuo's journey to becoming a business mogul.

Of course, that's a tale for later.

"Xiao Feng, should we head back now?" the little girl asked.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment, "Let's go check out the backyard first."

"Okay, Zhao's inviting us for dinner tonight; let's have a good meal," the little girl pouted a bit, "though lunch was quite good, vegetarian dishes are just lacking—I still prefer meat."

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