I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 985 - 706 Sun Mangong (Thanks for the tip!)

Chapter 985: 706 Sun Mangong (Thanks for the tip!)

"Pei Zhi, are you still eating or not?"

The man, who had been persistently threatened by a wooden sword, couldn’t help but look toward the Blood Guanyin, known for making serpents slither and dragons writhe, with a look of reproach.

Anyone who comes for a meal as a guest and ends up facing a drawn sword is unlikely to be in a good mood.

"Liu Li, put the sword down."

As the host, Lan Peizhi finally spoke up.

"Shua."

Duanmu Liu Li really did listen to her older martial sister, sheathing the sword in one fluid motion, a sight for sore eyes.

This single move was probably streets ahead of those martial experts out on the market.

The middle-aged man smiled, "No wonder you’re so confident; it turns out Liu Li is here. That’s not fair, not fair at all."

"I don’t need her to make a move to deal with you."

The middle-aged man, who was certainly no ordinary person, smirked, his broad-mindedness being such that he didn’t take Lan Peizhi’s belittlement to heart, nor did he argue, instead, his gaze naturally moved to Jiang Chen.

"Who is this..."

"Jiang Chen."

The usually silent Jiang Chen quickly spoke up.

"Oh."

Upon hearing this name, the middle-aged man immediately gave Jiang Chen a seriously once-over.

"I’ve heard about you."

Jiang Chen, neither arrogant nor restless, politely returned a smile.

"Have a seat, let’s eat."

The middle-aged man, seemingly not considering himself an outsider, sat down and at the same time gestured for Jiang Chen and the others to join him.

Jiang Chen glanced at Lan Peizhi, then silently took his seat.

There were four seats around the Eight Immortals table, clearly anticipating the number of guests.

Duanmu Liu Li sat down in the last spot, placing the wooden sword by the table.

A wooden sword wielded with such grace—if it were replaced with a real weapon, what kind of divine might would that be?

The very thought was tantalizing.

"How is the old Taoist nun?"

The middle-aged man warmly asked Duanmu Liu Li, as if the previous confrontation was but a fleeting cloud.

The young Taoist nun sister naturally didn’t respond.

Jiang Chen noticed that this Taoist nun sister seemed to have some social anxiety; she didn’t like talking much.

Describing her as a sister seemed fitting; although he wasn’t certain of her exact age, logic suggested she was probably younger than him.

And the full collagen in her face couldn’t be fake.

Unlike him, though young, it seemed like no one treated him as a youth who had just entered society.

The ignored middle-aged man, not embarrassed, saved face with a chuckle. Since Duanmu Liu Li ignored him, it was only logical for him to shift his gaze to Jiang Chen’s face.

"A drink?"

Duanmu Liu Li grew up in the mountains and lacked worldly knowledge, which was understandable. But Comrade Jiang Chen had received a modern high education and was also an excellent role model, fully developed in morals, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor, so of course he wouldn’t be without manners. He quickly nodded.

"I’m not very good with alcohol, though."

"Poor drinking tolerance doesn’t matter, what’s important is courage. It’s like fighting; it’s all about the momentum."

The middle-aged man, whose full name was still unknown, picked up the porcelain wine pot from the table, "Lan Pei’s wine is not something you can drink every day, it’s a rare opportunity."

He poured two cups, offering one to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen stood and received it with both hands, his manners impeccable.

Regardless of the man’s identity, his way of speaking to Lan Peizhi was proof enough of his seniority.

"Cheers."

The middle-aged man raised his cup.

Lan Peizhi paid no attention.

Jiang Chen could only raise his cup for a toast.

The liquor was pungent, surpassing every strong drink he’d ever had, nearly making him cough.

The middle-aged man didn’t seem to notice Jiang Chen’s discomfort; he was definitely a man who appreciated good wine, downing his cup without a single reaction.

He placed the blue and white porcelain cup down and said in a calm voice, "Pei Zhi, you were still too lenient. I’ve said it before, that Geng Long is treacherous. If you had dealt with him sooner, we wouldn’t be in this situation."

As the mastermind behind pushing Geng Long to his death, Jiang Chen prudently stayed silent.

"What situation now?"

Lan Peizhi’s expression was calm.

"I know you held back because Geng Long followed you, and you didn’t want to seem too harsh and ruthless, but some matters should be decisively dealt with when necessary."

The middle-aged man continued smoothly, "If you had taken care of him earlier, at least your relationship with Song Chaoge wouldn’t have deteriorated."

Lan Peizhi impassively replied, "Is that important?"

"Isn’t it important?"

The middle-aged man retorted and then spoke gently, "I know you don’t care, but having one more friend is surely better than having one more adversary."

"The death of Geng Long is mainly my responsibility."

Jiang Chen interjected timely, knowing he could no longer feign ignorance.

The middle-aged man paused, shifting his gaze to Jiang Chen, seemingly not surprised at all, and said with a meaningful smile, "Money isn’t everything."

Jiang Chen was silent.

Obviously.

The man must know more than just his name.

Yet, he knew nothing about the man.

"Have you met Song Chaoge?"

Lan Peizhi inquired.

The middle-aged man nodded while pouring another round of drinks, "Yes, I have. I’ve said what had to be said, but you know his character. He’s smart and cunning, the only shortcoming is he’s rather narrow-minded."

In all of Shenzhou, there couldn’t be many who could comment about Song Chaoge with such confidence.

Jiang Chen listened quietly and picked up his chopsticks, only to notice the Taoist nun sister beside him had already started eating her meal, indifferent to the conversation.

Aside from not being talkative, Jiang Chen seemed to have discovered another characteristic of hers.

A foodie.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, there’s no need for you to meddle." Lan Peizhi said flatly.

"Your matters are my matters."

The middle-aged man declared decisively, "If he really resents you, then I’ll just drag him out and beat him up. After that, you come back with me to Ancient Mongolia."