"Wow! This jade is really exquisite!"

"Yes, it's lustrous and transparent—it's premium Soul-nurturing Jade!"

"This jade will certainly be beneficial for Old Shen!"

The crowd around them burst into exclamations of amazement. After glancing at the calligraphy by Jiang Chen, and then at the jade presented by Wan Feng, everyone gave Jiang Chen a complex look.

And with a value of thirty million, the calligraphy simply couldn't compare!

"A good work of calligraphy is worthless?" Gong Lin said with a mocking smile, then turned her head to Pang Boyuan: "Mr. Pang, what's your take on this statement?"

As soon as Wan Feng had spoken, Pang Boyuan's face had darkened. Hearing Gong Lin's question, he looked up at Wan Feng, and with an ugly expression said, "Those who know nothing of the profoundness of culture and indulge in playthings will lose their ambition! We have nothing to discuss if our paths don't align!"

After finishing his statement, Pang Boyuan bowed to Shen Zhenguo and then turned to leave the banquet hall.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

People exchanged glances with each other. Holding the Soul-nurturing Jade, Wan Feng's face went through several changes. In the end, he laughed awkwardly to himself: "Ha-ha, Mr. Pang is a scholar, and his thoughts differ from ours. It's just that..."

Turning to look at Jiang Chen, Wan Feng said with a sneer, "Don't you own a company? Let's talk business. You bring a piece of calligraphy that can be said to be worthless as a gift; isn't that too disrespectful to Old Shen?"

Shen Zhenguo's face turned steely, and he was truly displeased!

Today was his birthday, and there was Wan Feng, taking center stage and setting the pace, turning the entire banquet into a contest of one-upmanship, and even targeting the man he owed a favor, which the elder couldn't stand.

"First of all, I want to say that a good piece of calligraphy is not worthless. Some things can't be measured in terms of money!" But before Shen Zhenguo could speak up, Jiang Chen interjected, "Our national culture has thrived for five thousand years, with a long and storied history. Up to this day, how many cultural treasures have become buried and forgotten? How many are left to carry on our national culture? Moreover, I didn't bring just a piece of calligraphy. It's because of this gift that I was delayed!"

"Then bring it out. Don't just talk about it! I want to see what you can produce!" Wan Feng said with a cold laugh, scanning Jiang Chen, who had empty hands and was not carrying anything bulky, clearly unable to have brought anything of value.

The people in the banquet hall looked on with interest at Jiang Chen, eager to see what he would produce. Gong Lin, recalling that Jiang Chen had been working with medicinal herbs in his room these past few days, suddenly had a glimmer in her eye. She glanced at Shen Zhenguo, who was sitting in his wheelchair, her face full of expectation.

Jiang Chen cast a glance at Wan Feng and then turned to Shen Zhenguo, chuckling lightly, "Old Shen, you're a drinker, right?"

Nowadays, many elderly people have given up drinking. Jiang Chen was unsure if Shen Zhenguo had this habit, so he inquired.

"I do drink," Shen Zhenguo replied, puzzled and nodding.

"Ha-ha!" Wan Feng suddenly burst out laughing: "You're not going to say that your gift is to offer Old Shen a drink, are you? That would be quite a valuable gift! Who do you think you are?"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly and said, "You're right, my gift is indeed to offer Old Shen a drink."

"This, this... offering a drink is a gift now?"

"Has this kid lost his mind? Who does he think he is?"

"I mean, isn't he overestimating himself a bit too much?"

"Is he implying that giving a toast to Old Shen is an honor for Old Shen himself?"

The crowd in the banquet hall instantly erupted into an uproar, with Shen Zhenguo, Lin Bingrui, and others all looking at Jiang Chen in astonishment.

"Bring me a cup of pure brewed white wine in a tall glass," Jiang Chen requested, ignoring the commotion around him and turning to the banquet hall attendant.

The attendant paused for a moment before turning to leave.

"Jiang Chen, you're too full of yourself. Who do you think you are? Are you looking down on Old Shen?" With most people seemingly on his side, Wan Feng pointed at Jiang Chen and cursed loudly.

Jiang Chen glanced at Wan Feng and, without responding, quietly waited.

Shen Zhenguo and the others exchanged glances; they certainly did not think Jiang Chen was belittling Shen Zhenguo to aggrandize himself. However, they really hadn't figured out what Jiang Chen was doing and could only wait quietly.

After a while, a waiter brought over a glass of white wine in a goblet.

Jiang Chen took the white wine, gave it a sniff, and nodded slightly, murmuring softly to himself, "Good wine."

Seeing the wine served, everyone stared intently at Jiang Chen, wanting to see if his actions were as simple as offering a toast.

With the wine glass in hand, Jiang Chen approached Shen Zhenguo and gave a slight smile. Just as the crowd thought he was genuinely just offering a toast, Jiang Chen took out a simply wrapped pill the size of a soybean from his pocket.

"What is that thing?"

"It looks like an elixir!"

"An elixir? Goodness, is this fantasy?"

"No, in ancient medicine, there are elixirs, but... are there still people who can concoct them?"

The crowd began to discuss among themselves, while a man who had studied ancient medicine looked at Jiang Chen with a puzzled expression.

"Hmph! What are you trying to do? Who knows where you got this broken elixir from that you dare to give Mr. Shen to eat? Are you trying to kill Mr. Shen?" Wan Feng snorted coldly, speaking out loud.

"That's right, you can't just eat any elixir willy-nilly, it can lead to disaster!" The man who had studied ancient medicine said.

"If even Li Qiancheng says so, then it definitely must not be taken haphazardly, he's the vice-president of the Medical Association, after all!"

"Yes, you can't just take it!"

The crowd chorused their opinions.

Jiang Chen looked at the man who had spoken to stop him with surprise, not expecting to find the vice-president of the Medical Association here. It seemed Mr. Shen's influence was even bigger than he had imagined!

"Mr. Shen, do you dare to take this elixir I have?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile, looking towards Shen Zhenguo.

Shen Zhenguo was slightly startled before chuckling, "As long as it is something Mr. Jiang gives, I dare to eat anything!"

"Mr. Shen, don't believe him, he's nothing but a charlatan, what does he know about ancient medicine!" spoke Wan Feng urgently.

Shen Zhenguo frowned and looked at Wan Feng with a serious expression, "Wan Feng, what are you..."

He was about to scold Wan Feng when he suddenly paused.

His gaze had turned towards the wine glass in Jiang Chen's hand, and then, his eyes widened in disbelief!

The people around were also attracted by a dazzling vortex of colors at that moment and instinctively looked over.

In an instant!

All their eyes widened, gaping in shock, their faces filled with amazement.

While Wan Feng was speaking, Jiang Chen had placed the elixir into the wine glass. As soon as the elixir entered the glass, it dissolved immediately. One could see a vortex appearing suddenly in the center of the colorless white wine.

The vortex rippled, gradually revealing colors!

Crimson! A vivid crimson!

This crimson hue, with its captivating halo, made it impossible for anyone to look away; everyone was immersed in it.

"This... what is this..."

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