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Chapter 385 - 353 Nine Banquets

Chapter 385: 353 Nine Banquets

Upon leaving the City God Temple, the two of them received a call from Fu Zili.

"Alright, we’ll come back right now."

Jiang Chen drove back to the Bulgari Hotel, where the three of them met in the lobby.

Fu Zili was taken aback at the sight of Fang Qing holding a rose but quickly recovered and smiled as if nothing had happened.

"The flower is beautiful."

"Have you finished with work?"

Jiang Chen asked with concern.

"No, it’s not that easy."

Fu Zili shook his head, not wishing to discuss the troublesome matters of work with his old friends.

"I originally planned to invite your girlfriend to dinner tonight, to get to know my brother’s wife, but my boss heard about it and insisted on being the host."

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing exchanged a glance.

"That would be very kind of him."

"No problem, my boss is a nice guy, plus he heard you guys are the talented students from Sha City, he insisted on meeting you."

With that said, it was actually quite difficult to refuse.

And no matter what,

the man was Fu Zili’s boss.

One does not look at the monk’s face but at the Buddha’s.

Fu Zili’s face had to be given due respect.

"Alright then, shall you take Fang Qing first?"

Naturally, Jiang Chen had to go pick up Li Shuru.

"Sure, I’ll send you the address later."

To not delay any further, Jiang Chen did not go upstairs and immediately turned around and left the hotel.

Fu Zili’s gaze returned to the rose once again.

"Jiang Chen gave it to you?"

"Mhm."

Fang Qing replied calmly.

The rose was vibrant and captivating.

Fu Zili’s expression was wistful as he murmured to himself, "It’s a bit late, though."

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At the entrance of the Arts Institute.

Jiang Chen parked his car and walked to the shaded pavilion nearby to wait for Li Shuru’s class to finish.

But before the bell rang, a figure so sultry it could instantly inflame one’s desires walked out.

Jiang Chen was no Lothario; he planned to hide, but before he could move behind a column, she had already spotted him and greeted him with an easygoing manner.

"Classmate Jiang Chen."

Seeing her, Jiang Chen could only pretend to be natural.

"Teacher Xiang Tian."

Xiang Tian Kaoru approached, a waist so slender that it swayed unconsciously, coordinating with her full hips in a tantalizing motion.

Running shoes, stretch pants, a T-shirt with a sports jacket thrown over, and her hair tied in a simple ponytail gave her an athletic appearance. However, the curve of her chest, which almost seemed to burst through the fabric of her T-shirt, made breathing heavy a challenge.

One couldn’t help but want to rush forward and tear her clothes off fiercely!

This was a woman who, no matter how she dressed, could stir up desire.

To put it crudely, she was the kind of woman who could instantly make one think of a bed!

If one could take her to bed and ravage her at will, it’s hard to imagine how exquisite that pleasure would be.

No wonder Lothario couldn’t resist.

"Are you waiting for student Li Shuru?"

Xiang Tian Kaoru seemed to know about Jiang Chen’s relationship with Li Shuru.

But that made sense.

They were both so well-known at school, and she was teaching at the Arts Institute, so it was impossible for her not to have heard of them.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen nodded honestly.

"Student Li Shuru is indeed lucky to have found such an excellent boyfriend."

Others envied Jiang Chen, but in her case, it was the other way around.

Not long ago, Jiang Chen, who had massaged someone’s legs, smiled modestly like a student in front of a teacher.

"Ring-a-ling..."

The piercing sound of the bell signaled the end of class.

"Goodbye."

Perhaps conscious of the implications, Xiang Tian Kaoru didn’t engage in further conversation with Jiang Chen, but left as soon as the bell rang.

A few minutes later.

Amidst the bustling throng of students finishing class, Li Shuru, who stood out from the crowd, walked out with Zheng Jingjing and Xu Siyi by her side. However, upon seeing Jiang Chen, they did not come over to say hello, probably knowing the two had plans. They waved to Li Shuru and tactfully left.

Li Shuru walked over alone.

"Would you mind waiting a little longer for me?"

"What’s up?"

"I want to go back and change my clothes."

Jiang Chen laughed dumbly.

"No need, you’re pretty enough as you are."

"Really?"

"Truer than true gold, let’s go."

Jiang Chen opened the car door, "We shouldn’t keep others waiting either."

The two got into the car.

The Palamela turned and drove away stylishly.

Leaving behind envious glances from the students.

Jiuyan.

Located in a high-end villa in the city center.

With a Michelin three-star chef, it is the preferred venue for business dinners among the city’s elite.

A feast for the gluttonous sent from heaven, accompanied by the finest jade.

In the refined and elaborate Western setting, one felt immediately transported to the old East Sea of the previous century.

Although he had never been here before, Fu Zili immediately sensed the extraordinary upon entering.

Although the boss had always valued him highly, inviting his childhood friends to dinner at such a high-end place was quite unexpected.

In the villa, due to space limitations, the private room that could accommodate about seven or eight people contained a casually dressed middle-aged man. Upon seeing Fu Zili and Fang Qing enter, he revealed a genial smile and stood up.

"Zili, is this the old friend of yours who studied at the School of Political Science and Law?"

The man appeared to be in his forties, not too old, and unlike the stout and earthy type Fang Qing had imagined. He was even somewhat refined in appearance. However, in terms of presence, he was certainly much more imposing than Fu Zili.

Fu Zili was already so influential in Sha City, and as his boss, there was no need to mention his sway. In Sha City, he might not have complete control, but walking sideways should not be difficult.

Of course.

This was not in the declining Sha City.

This was East Sea.

"Yes, President Wan, this is Fang Qing. Fang Qing, this is my boss, President Wan."

"President Wan, hello."

Fang Qing smiled.

"Hello."

President Wan sized up Fang Qing and laughed, saying, "Truly a talented beauty. I didn’t expect you to be so pretty. Zili really didn’t oversell you. Not bad, Sha City really does produce distinguished people and a beautiful environment."

In most cases, ordinary people would not bring their friends to dine with their own boss.

Fu Zili dared to do so because he naturally had some confidence.

Moreover, from President Wan’s attitude towards Fang Qing, it was evident that he truly regarded Fu Zili as a confidant; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so polite.

"Please, take a seat."

Host and guest took their seats.

"Zili, didn’t you say there’s another old friend coming?"

"He went to pick up his girlfriend."

Fu Zili explained.

"Oh."

President Wan nodded, "You said your friends are all so capable, how come you didn’t even finish high school?"

Fu Zili laughed awkwardly.

"President Wan, let’s not talk about these things now."

"Embarrassed now."

President Wan laughed but did not poke further at his talented subordinate’s shortcoming.

Fu Zili poured water for both of them and hesitantly said to his boss, "...President Wan, isn’t this place a bit too extravagant?"

President Wan’s smile slightly faded, and his voice lowered a bit.

"I forgot to tell you, aside from your friends, there might be other guests."

Fu Zili looked puzzled.

"Chang Shao might come."

Fu Zili was stunned.

President Wan explained, "It was quite sudden. President Wang just sent me a message not long ago, saying that Chang Shao finally agreed to meet with us. Isn’t that the opportunity we’ve been waiting for during our trip to East Sea?"

"But my friends..."

Fu Zili hesitated, "President Wan, this might be a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?"

"You’ve already told your friends, and I can’t ask you to ditch them, can I? Do you want to preserve your dignity or not?"

Locking eyes, Fu Zili was deeply moved.

Which boss would care about the dignity of their subordinates?

"It’s just a meal, no worries. The more people there are, the merrier." President Wan smiled. "But you should still let your friends know in advance, ask them not to mind."

Fu Zili nodded, set down the water jug, and as he handed a cup of water to Fang Qing, he said apologetically, "Fang Qing, sorry, there might be another guest joining us later."

"What’s the matter?"

Fang Qing looked puzzled.

To avoid any misunderstandings, Fu Zili explained in detail, "The reason for my visit to East Sea this time is twofold: to learn advanced operational and management experience, and because we plan to open a new bar in Sha City. We’re looking to invite some impressive bands, as well as some celebrities, to boost our profile—you know, as a gimmick. It’s just that people are somewhat reluctant to come to our small place. These past few days, I’ve been trying to persuade them but to no avail. Only just now did they finally agree to meet with us."

"President Wan had no choice, as he had already promised to have dinner with you all, so we have to combine the two. I hope you don’t mind."

"That’s no issue."

After listening, Fang Qing smiled unconcernedly.

"It’s fine, you guys discuss your business. Don’t worry about us."

Fu Zili still felt a bit awkward, but since things had come to this, there wasn’t much of a choice. "You should ask Jiang Chen when he’ll get here."

"Alright."

Fang Qing took out her phone.

Jiang Chen hadn’t arrived yet, but that Chang Shao arrived first.

President Wan and Fu Zili hurried out to welcome him.

Fang Qing also felt it inappropriate to sit alone in the private room, so she followed them out.

The eye-catching green McLaren’s door swung open, and a young man of extraordinary temperament stepped out, wearing sunglasses even as the sun was nearly setting.

"Chang Shao, it’s an honor."

President Wan, a man who commanded respect in both the underworld and upper echelons of Sha City, walked briskly forward with a smile, intending to shake hands with the newcomer.

However, the other party merely glanced at him indifferently, showing no intention of raising his hand.

"You’re Wan Yawen?"

Undaunted, President Wan casually withdrew his hand, his smile unfaltering.

"Yes, Chang Shao, I am Wan Yawen."

Chang Shao’s lips curved up in a disdainful smirk, looking towards the Nine Banquet.

"Not a bad choice of location."

"As long as Chang Shao is pleased."

Chang Shao walked straight inside.

"Chang Shao."

Fu Zili smiled respectfully, lowering his head.

Despite the arrogance displayed by the other party, he could only turn a blind eye.

Wasn’t President Wan Yawen putting up with it silently?

In Sha City, they might have free rein, but in East Sea, they were merely worms that could be squashed with little effort.

As expected, Chang Shao completely ignored Fu Zili’s deferential bow, as if he hadn’t heard, and just as he was about to brush past him, he suddenly noticed Fang Qing, who was half a step behind Fu Zili.

"Is she with you?"

He paused and asked.

The following Wan Yawen was momentarily stunned, then quickly responded, "Yes, Chang Shao, this lady is..."

But Chang Shao didn’t have the patience to listen to him ramble. His gaze, hidden behind sunglasses, swept over Fang Qing’s gentle and attractive face, and with a smile, he moved on without waiting for Wan Yawen to finish speaking.