Chapter 1188: Buy

Buy

"What are you talking about ah..." Jiangjiang was somewhat baffled. "If we leave, what about the shop? Our family relies on this shop to eat... Furthermore, I haven't finished school yet."

Ying Fu didn't answer. He just glanced at this small crayfish shop, opened his phone, sent a message, and then walked toward the end of the street.

"Eh... you're leaving just like this? You ordered so much and haven't even finished eating, it's too wasteful!" Jiangjiang looked at that crayfish that was less than half-eaten, and couldn't help but say.

"I still have some matters."

Ying Fu said without turning his head.

As Ying Fu got further away from the crayfish shop, about ten minutes later, Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqing hurriedly ran over from the distance!

"Your Maj... Boss, what's the situation?"

Zheng Zhiqing wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead. Subconsciously she wanted to shout His Majesty, but thinking of Ying Fu saying to call him Boss when there were outsiders present, she immediately changed her mouth.

"Between the two of you, who is richer?"

"?"

Almost at the same time, Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqing simultaneously raised their hands and pointed at each other!

"Him! (Her!)"

Ying Fu was too lazy to ask in detail, directly saying to Fu Kun, "Do you see that crayfish shop? Go buy it."

Fu Kun: ???

"Ah??" Fu Kun blankly glanced at the dilapidated small restaurant in the distance, his expression incredibly wonderful. "No, Boss... what are we buying this for ah? Are we going to develop a late-night snack industry in Wushan?"

Ying Fu glanced at him again.

"...Yes, I know." Fu Kun responded, biting the bullet.

"Remember, give more money."

"?"

Having mingled for so many years, this was still Fu Kun's first time hearing this kind of request.

"After buying it, have that father and daughter hurry up and leave Wushan... It's best to leave tonight."

"Uh... okay, I'll go handle it right now."

Although Fu Kun couldn't figure out what Ying Fu was thinking, he still honestly walked toward the crayfish shop. At the same time, Ying Fu turned his head to look at Zheng Zhiqing.

"Give me the list."

Zheng Zhiqing immediately took out the already prepared list. "Your Majesty, starting overnight? Will it be too rushed?"

Ying Fu's gaze swept over those names marked in red one by one, speaking indifferently:

"The time left for us is not much anymore."

...

As the final performance ended, the banquet also headed toward its finale amidst warm applause.

At this time, Chancellor Han had already collapsed on the table with a face flushed red, seeming to have already fallen down drunk... while Sun Bumian still hugged his neck. While burping, he spoke faintly:

"Little Han ah... drink another cup, drink another cup... Your grandfather's alcohol capacity was much better than yours."

Chen Ling, on the other hand, returned to his own seat. While absent-mindedly tasting the dishes, he was still pondering the meaning of Ying Fu's last sentence.

Right at this moment, Sun Zhongliang holding a wine glass slowly stood up from his seat.

As the Director stood up, everyone immediately restored quietness. Everyone's gaze looked toward him, knowing this was the final concluding speech segment of the banquet... Sun Zhongliang had drunk a lot, his cheeks flushed red. His gaze swept over the crowd, a touch of complexity flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Everyone, tonight is a banquet, we won't talk about official business... Everyone eating well and drinking well is the most important thing."

"As for tomorrow, it might require everyone to get up early and arrive at the Mid-mountain Hotel before twelve o'clock. We will hold a meeting there on time... The specific meeting theme has already been sent to everyone in advance."

"Here I will just emphasize one last sentence, everyone must be punctual and arrive as early as possible..."

"Everyone, rest early!"

After speaking, Sun Zhongliang, supported by the staff, walked drunkenly toward the outside of the banquet venue.

The crowd seemingly hadn't expected Sun Zhongliang's speech to be so brief. However, to tell the truth, no one would care what this banquet conclusion actually said. A bit less formalism was good for everyone.

Soon, amidst a burst of eager conversation and laughter, the crowd successively left the venue.

Sun Bumian glanced at the unconscious Chancellor Han on the table, clicked his tongue, and got up to also walk outside the venue. Chen Ling silently followed behind.

"Hey, what is the meeting agenda?" Chen Ling asked.

"En... it seems to be discussing under the new international situation, how we, as a member grasping cultural power, should act, to let culture be inherited, to let culture go overseas... probably just these." Sun Bumian spoke uncertainly.

"Aiya, the themes of this kind of conference are like this every year, nothing special."

Chen Ling had originally thought that with the Wushan Conference gathering so many people together, they would chat about some very serious and confidential topics. After hearing Sun Bumian's description, he instantly lost interest.

"Tomorrow, should I follow the same recipe and bring you in?"

"There's no need. My purpose has already been achieved. Going to attend the meeting is also of no use."

Chen Ling rushed to the Wushan Conference precisely to snatch back Chu Changqing, and disrupt Ying Fu's plans, making him unable to obtain subjects from here on a large scale through the Palace Examination. Now that Chu Changqing was already in hand, Ying Fu definitely wouldn't make a move in public at the meeting either. There was a high probability he would pick the night or early morning, making a move when those guests were alone...

Since this was the case, whether he went to listen to that meeting was not important.

"Oh, then you remember to transfer the money!" Sun Bumian immediately added a sentence.

"Rest assured, it's not like I can run away."

"Good good good... Right, what about Shen Nan?"

"He went to look for Sun Zhongliang privately, to ask about the matter of Wushan's death aura."

"Then where are we going now?"

Chen Ling did not answer immediately, but turned his head to glance toward the direction of the banquet venue...

Chancellor Han, who had originally collapsed drunk on the table, had long disappeared. It was as if the Dead Drunk state just now was just an act. As soon as the crowd left on their front foot, he had already rapidly left.

"I need to go see someone," Chen Ling said.

"Who?"

"Chu Changqing."

...

The clock wandered on the wall of the small room.

The four people—Lu Xun, Yang Xiao, Su Zhiwei, and Chu Changqing—sat beside the Eight Immortals Table. From time to time, they looked outside the window and at the time on the wall, seemingly very uneasy...

"So, that person you guys spoke of, when is he coming over?" Chu Changqing couldn't help but ask.

Yang Xiao glanced at his phone. "Should be soon. He just sent a message saying the banquet ended, and should be on the way here now."

Chu Changqing nodded, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"I'm still very curious, exactly what kind of figure can simultaneously gain the trust of you three..."

"Once you meet him, you will naturally know." Lu Xun smiled slightly. "What we can guarantee is that he has not the slightest malice towards us. Without him, it's estimated that our current ends would be more miserable than the last..."

Just as the few were speaking, the boss of the Lotus Guest House hurriedly came out from the Kitchen carrying a few plates of hot dishes.

"Come come come, hurry and eat while it's hot. Just treat it like your own home ah, don't stand on ceremony!"