Speechless for a long time, Bi Junxian said, "Anyway, I was wrong about this morning's incident. Let me treat everyone to a meal; we settle our grudges and no one holds any false resentment, how about it?"

"Oh?" Lin Zhiyan said with interest, "So, if we don't go with you for dinner, can I understand it as you still holding a grudge against us?"

Bi Junxian's facial muscles twitched a couple of times, wishing he could just curse: Do you want to save face or what?

But for the plan to proceed smoothly, he had to suppress the anger in his heart.

At this moment, Xiao Feng walked out from the temple gate, treating Bi Junxian like he was invisible, and said to the others, "Let's go."

"Wait!"

Bi Junxian stepped forward two steps, forcing a smile as much as he could, "I want to invite everyone for a meal to resolve the misunderstanding this morning."

"Resolve the misunderstanding?" Xiao Feng asked, puzzled, "Do we have a misunderstanding?"

Bi Junxian was so furious that the back of his head ached, having been verbally attacked twice by the little girl and Lin Zhiyan, and now being ignored by Xiao Feng, it already made his anger burn intensely.

The fact that Xiao Feng was playing dumb now undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

"Stay calm... stay calm... patience brings peace,"

Bi Junxian kept taking deep breaths, saying to himself, and spent a full half minute pressing down his anger that had reached the explosion point.

"Misunderstood or not, please do us the honor," said Bi Junxian in the lowest posture he could accept.

Xiao Feng nodded with satisfaction, "Now that's the right attitude. If you want to ask someone to dinner, you need to be sincere."

Bi Junxian gritted his teeth hard, feeling like he could no longer take it.

Yet, thinking that falling out now would mean the earlier low posture was wasted, he said, "So, does that mean you agree?"

"Agreed!" Xiao Feng replied readily, "But I have a few friends who want to come along too, is that okay?"

"It's okay, very okay."

"There are quite a few of my friends, though."

"No matter how many," Bi Junxian said without thinking.

In his view, Xiao Feng's so-called "friends" are just his bodyguards, how many could there be?

Then he saw Xiao Feng take out his phone and voice message, "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a drinking party here, if you're interested, get to the gate of Anping Temple quickly."

The message was sent out in less than half a minute, and the phone immediately emitted a notification sound.

"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The wealthy friends popped up one after another, saying they would be there soon.

Five minutes later, seeing those familiar faces coming from the temple, and the familiar faces already gathered at the bottom of the steps, Bi Junxian was dumbfounded, "Are these... your friends?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Feng said righteously, "These are all my friends."

The wealthy ones around them all put on smiles and began to chime in.

"Brother Xiao is young and promising, to be friends with us old-aged ones, it's our honor."

"Yes, yes, we are all friends."

"Logically, we should invite Brother Xiao and having Brother Xiao invite us is indeed a bit unreasonable."

While chatting with the Abbot, the wealthy ones also indirectly inquired about information on Xiao Feng, although nothing useful was obtained, at least they could ask about his surname and name.

At this point, Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "Everybody, don't say that, it's Bi Family father and son hosting this time, I'm just notifying everyone.

I remember that Mr. Bi Quan promised in the morning to give everyone a return; maybe tonight they're talking about this."

"Is that so?"

The wealthy asked in unison, eyes are fixed on Bi Junxian's face.

"Uh... maybe... probably... perhaps... yes."

Just these nine words took Bi Junxian a full minute to say, and his face turned red and white as he spoke, looking extremely colorful.

...

In the ancient manor, Bi Quan and Guan Huarong were playing chess in the house.

A thing like a cauldron was placed next to each of them, burning with charcoal, used for warmth.

"Pa!"

A black piece was placed on the board, Bi Quan slowly said, "While they are not here, why don't we make a bet and guess if that young man has a big background?"

A moment later, Guan Huarong placed a white piece and smiled, "Not betting, not betting to win."

Bi Quan didn't mind, he continued speaking, "To say Guan brother has been doing business for half a lifetime without losing any money, this is really admirable, it has an inseparable connection with your caution."

"No caution won't do."

Guan Huarong said as if he was very helpless, "The fact that you admire me, frankly, I envy you, at the very least in old age, no one can point fingers at you."

"Guan brother, to say so only makes me admire you more to the point of reverence, enduring infamy and moving forward step by step isn't something an average person can achieve."

"In the beginning, it was really uncomfortable, but after being scolded a lot, one gets used to it; people live for one lifetime, grass lives for one autumn, how many of those who called me a war profiteer were just sour grapes?"

After a pause, Guan Huarong continued, "Or in other words, if they were in my shoes, they might have done even worse.

Alright, alright, when the time comes, my eyes will close, and I'll give a kick; let people say whatever they like."

Bi Quan chuckled slightly, but his tone seemed a bit mocking, "Such openness from Brother Guan is something I cannot catch up to."

Guan Huarong could naturally detect the oddity in the other's tone, shifting the topic, "Your son has been gone so long without returning, isn't something wrong?"

"This little thing, my son can handle it, no need for Guan brother to worry." Bi Quan replied.

As soon as the words fell, the butler, Old Lu, hurriedly walked in, "Master, the young master has brought the guests."

"Got it."

Bi Quan nodded, evidently not hearing the implications of "the guests."

Standing up and glancing at the game, Bi Quan said, "After we see the guests off, let's continue the game."

Guan Huarong agreed, immediately giving up on secretly swapping a few of the opponent's pieces.

Because he knew that Bi Quan's seemingly casual glance had etched the pieces' positions in his mind, one move and it would be noticed.

The two walked out shoulder to shoulder, then stopped in surprise.

Familiar faces filled their view, greeting from afar.

"Mr. Bi really has an eye, this place is beautiful, perfect for drinking and chatting."

"Oh, Mr. Guan is also here, what a coincidence."

"Came in a hurry, didn't prepare gifts, Mr. Bi, please don't mind our presents."

Bi Quan's face was as dark as water, what the hell is going on?

While Guan Huarong seemed to be smiling but not smiling, said, "Brother Bi's son is truly someone capable of achieving big things!"

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