Chapter 713: The Lackey

If they disappeared overnight, there is only one possibility: the Wu Clan suffered a devastating blow. But why they suffered such a powerful blow is not something anyone can guess.

"Chen Yu, where are you?" Ye Qinglong's call came through just as he arrived home.

"In the suburbs. Is Ye Lao not feeling well?" Chen Yu asked.

"That's not it," Ye Qinglong said. "You've been in Shengjing for so long, and I haven't taken you around to have some fun. Seeing as the old man is fine now, I should fulfill my duties as a host, otherwise you'll say I'm not a decent person."

"You only just thought of entertaining me now?" Chen Yu laughed. "Fine, I still have to give you face, Young Master Ye. Name a place, and I'll come find you."

"Alright then, tomorrow night, Shanhui Ju. It's a small gathering, and all the influential young masters in Shengjing City will be there. I'm taking you to see the world this time." Ye Qinglong had a devil-may-care attitude.

"People from your circle?" Chen Yu was slightly stunned. Was Ye Qinglong planning to bring him into his circle?

"Right. Don't be too nervous. With me here, if anyone dares not give you face, I'll slap them silly." Ye Qinglong chuckled.

"Me, nervous? I think you're overthinking it." Chen Yu laughed. "Fine, I'll definitely be there tomorrow night, just for the sake of you, Young Master Ye."

"Alright, tomorrow night, I'll come pick you up." Ye Qinglong hung up the phone after saying that.

The night passed without incident. The next morning, while Chen Yu was out for a walk, he ran into Zhu Yiwen again. In fact, they lived in the same residential compound. Zhu Yiwen was still in the square teaching his Health Preservation Technique. Seeing Chen Yu, he hurried over. "Good morning, Mr. Chen."

"Zhu Lao, you get up so early to practice every day. I'm afraid ordinary people couldn't keep it up for so long," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, there are some questions I'd like to consult you about," Zhu Yiwen said with a smile. "I've handled the matter you entrusted to me last time. I wrote a prescription for the person from the He Family who came to see me according to your instructions. I believe he won't have any suspicions."

"Then thank you, Zhu Lao. If you have any questions regarding the prescription formula, you can come directly to me," Chen Yu smiled slightly.

Last time when he went to see his mother, he happened to run into his eldest uncle, He Zhengye, and Chen Yu played a trick on him, telling him he was sick.

He Zhengye originally didn't believe in Traditional Chinese Medicine, but he had used medicine from the Zhu Family Immortal Ganoderma Hall, so he was bound to look for Zhu Lao. Chen Yu had given Zhu Lao a heads-up early on, and Zhu Lao naturally spoke according to Chen Yu's words.

Although Zhu Lao could not pose a threat to the He Family, he could serve as a nail Chen Yu planted beside He Zhengye, which could play a role at a critical moment. Zhu Lao's request was simple: for Chen Yu to guide him in medical skills and pharmacology. Both sides got what they needed.

"Haha, good. But Mr. Chen, I have a special patient here who has a rare skin disease. He came from abroad to see me, but for a moment, I'm not sure about his condition. Even using the best medicine from our Zhu Family, it's ineffective. I'd like to ask you to help take a look," Zhu Lao said.

"That's no problem. Zhu Lao, please don't call me 'Mr.' anymore. After all, I'm a junior; you can just call me Little Chen," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Alright, then I'll be bold and call you Little Chen. Let's go, let's have some breakfast together, and then go sit in the Xianzhi Hall," Zhu Yiwen laughed heartily.

After having breakfast with Zhu Lao, Chen Yu accompanied him to the Xianzhi Hall.

The Xianzhi Hall mainly sold medicine and did not diagnose illnesses, but there was still a consultation hall on the third floor. Zhu Lao said this was a family legacy that had to be kept.

Around eight o'clock, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class stopped at the entrance of the Xianzhi Hall. As the door opened, an arrogant-looking man stepped out. The man was under forty, had a crew cut, and wore a handlebar mustache; one look and you could tell it was a style from Fusang.

Moreover, this guy had his nose in the air and walked with a swagger that showed no regard for anyone, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"Hello, sir. What can I help you with?" the shop assistant asked politely as she stepped forward.

"I'm here to see Zhu Yiwen," the man said in stiff Huaxia language. "Take me to see him immediately."

"To see Zhu Lao? May I ask if you have an appointment?" The shop assistant was a girl who had just graduated and didn't know how to be flexible.

"Bastard, does Mr. Songshang need an appointment to see anyone?" a lackey behind the man stepped forward and shouted. "Don't you know who Mr. Songshang is? Tell the old man surnamed Zhu to come down and welcome him personally."

"I'm sorry, I, I'll go ask first. Please wait a moment," the girl was startled and apologized hurriedly.

"Ask what? Do you know the rules?" The lackey pushed the girl aside and turned to go inside.

"Hey, sir, please don't do that." The girl was shocked and tried to stop him, but accidentally knocked over a water cup on the shelf nearby, and half a cup of clear water splashed onto Songshang Huang.

"Slap..." The lackey suddenly swung a palm across her face.

"What do you think you're doing? What are you? You dare to stop Mr. Songshang? Can you afford to pay for ruining Mr. Songshang's clothes?" the lackey roared.

"Wang Yang, you Huaxia people are truly too rude. I came to your Huaxia to invest. Even your Huaxia officials have to be respectful when they see me. Who is this little girl, to dare treat me like this?" Songshang spoke up. He looked arrogant as he picked up a handkerchief to wipe the water off his body.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Songshang, this girl doesn't know any better." The lackey nodded and bowed, fawning over him, then glared and said, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you apologizing yet?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." There were five bloody finger marks on the girl's face. She held back the tears in her eyes and kept apologizing.

"Is an apology enough? Do you know how much Mr. Songshang's suit costs? You couldn't afford it even if you sold yourself," the lackey shouted. "Now, kneel down to Mr. Songshang immediately and beg for forgiveness."

"Huh?" The girl raised her head in shock, unable to believe her ears. She didn't understand why a customer would make such an unreasonable request.

"Huh what? Kneel down for me right now, or I'll have your boss fire you," Wang Yang shouted.

"What are you doing? Why are you bullying a little girl?" The other shop assistants and customers were unhappy and gathered around one after another.

"You're a Huaxia person too, bringing a Fusang devil around to show off?"

"One day you'll get hit with a brick and won't even know how you died. Bah, someone who doesn't even remember their own ancestors."

Hatred between nations is actually imprinted in the hearts of most Huaxia people. Wang Yang was a Huaxia person, but his fawning, lackey-like appearance beside Songshang made people feel deep hatred.

"What's it to you? Meddling in other people's business, are you? Do you know who Mr. Songshang is? I'll break your dog legs," Wang Yang shouted arrogantly. "If she doesn't pay up and kneel to apologize today, this matter won't be over."

Seeing Wang Yang's arrogant attitude, the people nearby wished they could go up and hit him with a brick, but looking at Songshang beside Wang Yang, most people held back. Only a few people were comforting the girl, telling her not to be afraid.