Chapter 50: The Little Cat and Dog That Can Do Somersaults—and Little Wang

Xingcheng is a good place.

Standing alone in the cold autumn, the Xiang River flows northward, at the head of Orange Isle.

Seeing countless mountains crimsoned, layers of forests utterly dyed; the river stretches emerald-clear, a hundred boats vying to flow.

After arriving, Bai Liang's first stop was naturally to visit the great man's statue.

The sightseeing bus ticket cost forty yuan; after getting off, you still had to walk a stretch.

Along the slopes, camphor, maple, spruce, emerald bamboo, camellia, and honey oranges grew in neat rows, their lines sharply defined.

Though not draped in silver snow or mountains dancing like silver snakes, the scenery had its own charm.

Unfortunately, Bai Liang hadn't finished eating his fiery beef when Lin Gexin called.

He shouted through the phone:

"Great Immortal, where are you? I'm sending you an address—hurry over, we're just waiting for you; we're going to squad up later and hit the bar tonight."

"Are you that eager?"

Bai Liang wondered if he'd accidentally planted a spy when leaving Tang Ren.

Calling him "Great Immortal" came more naturally than even Jin Cheng and the others.

Maybe it's because the Northeast really has "Great Immortals."

"I'm definitely eager—I told you I'd introduce someone to you, you know what I mean."

"Is it that guy who yelled at you while gaming before?"

Bai Liang's sudden "unmasking of the truth" left Lin Gexin slightly embarrassed.

You figured it out, but don't say it out loud~

"Cough, cough—just come quickly! I saw your flight ticket; you should've arrived long ago."

Bai Liang instinctively looked up and smiled: "I've got someone pretty impressive here too—want me to introduce you later? (Come see the statue with me)"

"How impressive?" Lin Gexin blinked, asking instinctively.

"Way more impressive than your side's billionaire's Young Master."

Whoa!!!

Lin Gexin instinctively sucked in a sharp breath and turned to glance at Wang Young Master, whose face showed faint impatience.

He wasn't surprised Bai Liang had guessed who it was—but more impressive than this guy? Lin Gexin felt his brain was running short.

He instinctively started mentally listing the names of big shots in the industry.

He had to think toward the absolute top tier, since this guy's father was truly China's richest man.

So the question arose: who exactly was Bai Liang meeting, and what was his background?

Lin Gexin conjured up a dozen scenarios but never once suspected this was just a joke...

After all, Bai Liang only "occasionally told little lies"—he usually spoke very honestly!

"Isn't your awesome friend here yet? So high and mighty?"

"He'll be here soon—probably busy with something right now."

"You said he wasn't famous—how busy could an unknown actor be?"

Lin Gexin rubbed his chin. "He acts just for fun—I don't actually know his background, but he's probably pretty impressive."

"Pfft~"

Young Master Wang scoffed—he never judged friends by how much money they had, since none had more than him.

Of course, he wasn't stupid; Lin Gexin's demeanor and serious expression... so after the scoff, he didn't press further.

He muttered to himself: Could he really be that badass?

He suddenly became patient, no longer pressing.

Lin Gexin: I'm damn it—Great Immortal really has background?!

Seeing Wang Sicong's reaction, he instinctively thought the guy might have figured out Bai Liang's "background."

Different circles, he figured—maybe the "top-tier" circles were smaller, and since he hadn't mentioned it before, Wang Sicong hadn't thought of it; now that it was hinted, he instantly matched Bai Liang to someone specific?

Makes sense!

Great Immortal... no, Brother Liang is awesome! No wonder he guessed today's companion was the billionaire's Young Master—and still stayed so calm.

Logical, totally logical! Everything fits!

Bai Liang hadn't expected his joke would make Lin Gexin imagine all that.

You could only say: when you're away from home, your identity is whatever others make it.

But since they were pushing, he stopped lingering at the scenic spot, stepped out, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the destination.

When he arrived, he called Lin Gexin again, and the man came down personally to meet him.

His expression was strange, like he was holding something back.

Bai Liang kindly warned: "You're not holding your pee to meet me, are you? That'll give you male diseases."

"What the hell... uh, did you finish your business?" Lin Gexin instinctively spoke vaguely.

Bai Liang nodded. "Fine. Xingcheng is a good place."

How should that be interpreted?

Lin Gexin's head ached—he gave up guessing. Whatever Bai Liang's origin, his temperament was far better than Young Master Wang's.

He never yelled at him, no matter how badly he played.

Just as he thought of Wang Sicong, Bai Liang asked while stepping into the elevator: "Did you call me today to help you get revenge?"

"Huh?" Lin Gexin blinked. What did that mean?

"I can definitely pressure him a bit, but I can't guarantee he'll break or rage—after all, we can't go too far."

It's an offline squad session; if I pressure him too hard and he starts a fight, what then?

If it's online, it's much easier—when Bai Liang types, he has a slightly two-faced quality compared to his real-life self.

"No need at all!"

Lin Genxin immediately refused, waving his hands frantically.

But he was deeply moved inside! What a good brother!

He also firmly believed Bai Liang had an unusual background—how dare he pressure Wang Sicong? And he even wanted to make the guy break down and turn red with rage?

The gaming spot was a relatively upscale e-sports hotel; after entering, Bai Liang found quite a few people inside.

But the main crowd were young ladies holding phones and playing.

Each one was elaborately dressed, with striking looks.

"Hello, I'm Wang Sicong."

"Hello~ Bai Liang."

After exchanging greetings, Bai Liang glanced at Wang Sicong with mild curiosity.

This billionaire's son was more famous than most top-tier celebrities.

Just this year, he went from attacking at the start to attacking at the end—early on, he blasted Jiang Wen's movie A Step Away, then turned his fire on an obscure little actor, turned around to mock Beijing's cash king Lei Jun, then ridiculed some Bing and some Yu as carpet stars, sparking a Weibo brawl...

He truly attacked entrepreneurs from above and criticized minor actors below, occasionally going after internet influencers too.

His presence was simply too strong.

As for Bai Liang's scrutiny, Wang Sicong showed no displeasure—he too studied Bai Liang with curiosity.

Watching this, before either of them had done anything, Lin Genxin went into "fight-or-flight" mode, as if witnessing two "Young Masters" in the brief calm before their clash—though in truth, blood and storm were already raging beneath.

His imagination was pure nonsense, likely from watching too many TV dramas.

In reality, Wang Sicong hadn't noticed much—just an instinctive feeling that Bai Liang was indeed unusual.

Mostly it was the way the other man looked at him, different from how ordinary people usually did.

How to put it... it was as if he'd spotted some strange little creature—like a kitten or puppy that could do backflips... or little Wang?

The thought flashed and vanished; even Wang Sicong thought it was nonsense.

"Come on, let's get started quick! My fingers are itching!"