Chapter 499: True and False Indistinguishable

Of course, there was no telegram at all.

Everything was just Chi Mu Chengping talking nonsense.

He was well aware that Yuan Gangxian had always wanted to prove himself, fabricated this matter just to make him work seriously and not play any petty tricks.

Anyway, Yuan Gangxian wouldn't and didn't dare to actively inquire about the truth of this matter.

Hearing this, Yuan Gangxian instantly perked up: "What? My father's telegram—how did he suddenly send a telegram to Jinmen?"

He paused, then Yuan Gangxian seemed to realize something, his tone tinged with a hint of sorrow and faint resentment: "I see, it must be asking again whether my brother has safely arrived in Jinmen."

"He only sees this younger brother of mine; he never thinks of me."

"Not even once!"

"Gangxian, how can you speak of your father like that?" Chi Mu Chengping feigned displeasure and scolded: "You are also a descendant of the Yuan Clan; do you feel ashamed of your status?"

"If you feel ashamed, I can now reply to your father's telegram and have him expel you from the Yuan Clan."

"Gangxian wouldn't dare, Uncle, I didn't mean that." Yuan Gangxian hurriedly said: "Sorry, Uncle, I misspoke."

He still wanted to become clan chief; how could he be expelled from the family?

"I doubt you'd dare." Chi Mu Chengping let out a cold snort: "Don't think he only dotes on that little son, Yuan Chief; he actually cares about you too, otherwise why would he send a telegram?"

"Besides asking about your brother, he also inquired about your situation."

"Your father is old, and it's embarrassing for him to ask you directly; a man's love for his son is always like this, impossible to express precisely."

"It's a pity he's busy; otherwise he would surely have rushed to Jinmen."

"I haven't yet thought of how to reply, Gangxian—do you have anything you want to say?"

Hearing this, Yuan Gangxian, who still harbored resentment, felt somewhat moved: "Really, Uncle?"

"Of course, how could I lie to you?" Chi Mu Chengping, face unchanged and heart steady: "The telegram is right on my desk, and he even said not to tell you."

"If you don't believe me, you can come see it yourself."

Chi Mu Chengping was certain Yuan Gangxian wouldn't come look; even if he did, that old coot could quickly forge a fake telegram,

"No need, Uncle, please just pass this on…" Yuan Gangxian hurriedly said.

He had a bellyful of things to say, but after a second thought, he still couldn't overdo showing himself.

Yuan Gangxian then said: "Please tell him everything in Jinmen is fine; be sure to tell him that I am in Jinmen, so there's no need to worry about Yuan Chief's affairs."

"Gangxian will arrange everything; please have him rest easy in Jingdu."

"Is that all?" Chi Mu Chengping asked, putting on an act.

"Just these, thank you, Uncle." Yuan Gangxian spoke respectfully: "Uncle, rest assured, Yuan Chief is my brother; I will never neglect his affairs."

"I will certainly handle this seriously, using my utmost ability to choose a suitable wife for him, and will never let the clan suffer shame."

As for whether Chi Mu Chengping's claim that the father's telegram inquired about his own affairs is true—

Yuan Gangxian dared not gamble on it.

Chi Mu Chengping could have countless chances to deceive, but he himself had not even a single chance to slip up.

If it were true, and he messed around recklessly, letting his father know would surely provoke his anger, possibly resulting in a direct recall to Jingdu for a scolding.

Regardless of truth or falsehood, Yuan Gangxian could only treat it as true and handle it accordingly.

"You've worked hard, Gangxian." Knowing Yuan Gangxian had been taken in, Chi Mu Chengping said with a smile.

"Hai yi, it's all for the family; it's not hardship." Yuan Gangxian said hypocritically.

After exchanging hypocritical pleasantries, they then hung up.

As for Meishazi, who followed beside the younger brother—

Since Chi Mu Chengping didn't mention her, Yuan Gangxian wouldn't go looking for trouble for himself.

Not mentioning it already said everything.

Even at the banquet, one must act as if this woman doesn't exist, need not report it to the clan, and should help conceal the matter.

After hanging up, Yuan Gangxian grew even darker, like the bottom of an iron pot on a stove.

"When I first came to Jinmen, you weren't this enthusiastic!" Yuan Gangxian muttered.

"Hmph!"

"The more you dote on him, the more I will make him lose face!"

For the sake of the Yuan Clan's reputation, the banquet must proceed normally; the better it is run, the greater his own merit will be.

If Yuan Chief is embarrassed at the banquet, this black pot will be blamed on him.

Once Yuan Chief leaves the banquet, that will have nothing to do with me.

Yuan Gangxian harbored ruthless intent, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The wailing Yuan Tian Tonggui, awaiting compensation, had already been tossed behind Yuan Gangxian's mind.

First handle Yuan Chief's big marriage affair, striving to gain the family's favor as much as possible—this is a hard-won good opportunity.

If the banquet is run well, it can make guests happy and later help him speak well of himself; this is also a good opportunity to build connections.

He must be made to take a heavy fall.

Yuan Gangxian began scheming, wondering how to trip Yuan Chief up.

First, he must get Yuan Chief willing to take responsibility for warehouse safety, so as to completely toss this black pot aside…

The next day.

Lin Ke Xin woke up in the warm blankets and saw Chen Yongren busy at the desk with something.

"What are you doing?" Lin Ke Xin walked over to Chen Yongren's side.

She saw him holding an engraving knife, carving a design onto a gold-colored rectangular plaque.

The desk was lined with bottles and jars, all things Chen Yongren had bought when he went out that morning.

As for going to work?

At the freight company, they basically don't need to ask for leave; Yuan Gangxian would rather not go himself.

Chi Mu Chengping also knew he was busy with factory matters, so he wouldn't ask further.

"Let's make something fun." Chen Yongren said casually, then said no more.

Making this badge also cost Chen Yongren considerable effort; he melted some gold and, following the original badge, made a mold of the same size.

Then he refined each detail according to the original.

Lin Ke Xin looked at Chen Yongren curiously.

Soon, under Chen Yongren's superb swordsmanship.

Soon, a pen dragon gall blossomed on that badge.

Chen Yongren then prepared a solution, soaked the badge in it to age it.

Not long after.

A waist badge appeared in Chen Yongren's hand, its surface blackened, every detail considered, almost a one-to-one reproduction.

"Huh?" Lin Ke Xin asked doubtfully, "Isn't this the Yuan Clan's waist badge? You already have a genuine one, so why make another?"

"Can you tell which one I made?" Chen Yongren didn't answer, took out the original waist badge and his own copy, mixed them together, fiddled for a moment, and handed them to Lin Ke Xin.

Chen Yongren had a scanning eye at hand, making identification easy.

But Lin Ke Xin felt somewhat torn.

Taking the waist badge, Lin Ke Xin carefully compared them.

The scratches, wear marks, tiny abrasions, size of each flower, stains on it, even the shade of color—almost everything was identical.

After examining them for a while, Lin Ke Xin truly couldn't give a definite answer: "These two are practically identical; I can't tell them apart."

Then Lin Ke Xin realized something and looked up at Chen Yongren.

"No way, when did you acquire this skill?"