Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 535: Cousin Bai, What Advice Do You Have?_1

Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Cousin Bai, What Advice Do You Have?_1

After leaving the room of Li Wenzun and Yu Qingmei, the Li Family members closed the door behind them to prevent the outside noise from disturbing the elders and disrupting good communication.

Upon exiting the inner rooms, the Bai Family Members were ushered to sit down in the hall.

This hall, serving the function of a living room, was astonishingly spacious and incredibly majestic.

The decoration was predominantly Chinese style, with some elements of Western design incorporated. However, the overall tone and style were exceptionally harmonious, blending Chinese and Western designs seamlessly, likely the work of a high-end design team.

In the hall, an Eight Immortals Table and Taishi Chairs were placed, with four hanging scrolls adorning the walls.

Sofas were situated on both sides of the hall; the Bai Family elders were seated on one side, accompanied by their counterparts from the Li Family for conversation.

As the parents went off to one side, Bai Xiaosheng and the others moved to the other.

The Li Family’s profound heritage was not only reflected in their extraordinary estate but even in this single hall where the wooden furniture was of exceptionally high quality.

Bai Xiaosheng casually glanced around and immediately Red Lotus provided him with a search in his mind.

Indeed, it was quite lavish. Bai Xiaosheng thought to himself.

"Sheng, Sheng, did you notice? That Eight Immortals Table and Taishi Chairs are made of ’huali’ wood!" Bai Ran tugged at Bai Xiaosheng discreetly, her tone filled with disbelief.

"Bai Ran, you know about these things?" Bai Xiaosheng asked in surprise.

What Bai Ran referred to as ’huali’ was the wood of the Hainan padauk tree.

An old saying goes, "People are divided into classes, and woods are classified as pearwood and rosewood."

Furniture made of ’huali’ wood has, for hundreds of years, been coveted by nobility, the wealthy, and virtually vanished in modern times due to over-harvesting. There are some left in neighboring countries, shockingly expensive, a single piece of furniture easily costing millions.

It could be said that just one Eight Immortals Table and two Taishi Chairs alone were worth a fortune!

"I used to sell valuable furniture, so naturally, I know!" Bai Ran couldn’t help but say.

The Li Family’s deep foundation was apparent from just one table and one chair, terrifyingly so!

Bai Ran knew, hence her astonishment and reverence.

Bai Xiaosheng cast a casual glance; indeed, the ’huali’ furniture was nice, but he didn’t place much importance on it. To him, the material was not considered premium among ’huali,’ especially compared to those in the banquet hall on the top floor of Zhongjing Media Zhongjing Wanhe Building—far from it!

If he really fancied it, he had fifty million in his card, enough to buy whatever he wanted.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled lightly and paid it no more attention.

On the other side, Bai Fei was looking at the paintings on the wall with a gleaming fascination in his eyes, even stepping closer to admire one.

He was observing an ink wash painting of a mountain abode, a monochrome landscape with realistic detail up close and abstract in the distance, emanating a serene ambiance.

Bai Fei couldn’t help but nod repeatedly.

"What do you think of this painting, cousin Bai Fei?" someone suddenly asked casually nearby.

Bai Fei turned to look.

It was the son of his second uncle, Li Feiyun, with a handsome appearance but an air of arrogance in his gaze.

"It’s excellent!" Bai Fei praised, "I enjoy traditional Chinese paintings for their expansive artistic conception and enduring taste. I often watch programs that introduce traditional Chinese paintings and understand a bit, hoping to collect one someday..."

"Nice aspiration, keep it up. People should have ideals, right? Maybe you can make it come true," Li Feiyun said with a smile. "Since you like it, take a longer look, but don’t touch. This ’Autumn Breeze Landscape Painting’ is an original worth millions. If you damage it, cousin, you probably won’t be able to afford it, and the psychological shadow might ruin your ideals for the latter half of your life, which wouldn’t be good, would it?"

Bai Fei’s smile stiffened; he had thought Li Feiyun simply wanted to chat and share insights about the painting but didn’t expect to be ridiculed.

Seeing this, Bai Xiaosheng frowned slightly.

They had only been there for a short while, always behaving properly, and Bai Fei simply glanced at the paintings—how had he managed to offend Li Feiyun so much?

Could it be that the Li Family invited us, the Bai Family, over just to mock us?

Bai Xiaosheng’s face darkened.

In fact, Bai Xiaosheng might have misunderstood; in this matter, Li Feiyun really hadn’t intended to be so deliberately unpleasant.

Li Feiyun held a deep-seated disdain for the Bai Family, looking down on them from the bottom of his heart.

Li Feiyun’s impression of the Bai Family Members was influenced by what he heard and saw growing up.

As children, Yu Qingmei would occasionally use the Bai Family as an example to teach them to associate with the rich and powerful, to avoid people like the Bai Family who were both poor and arrogant.

Over time, the Bai Family had formed an extremely negative image in the minds of their generation.

Their parents, along with Li Wenzun and Yu Qingmei, had visited the Bai Family a few times and had found those visits rather unpleasant. The disparaging and cursing behind the Bai Family’s back only deepened Li Feiyun and others’ impressions.

The root of Yu Qingmei’s hatred towards the Bai Family actually lay with Li Fengguan.

When Sir Li, the father of Li Wenzun and Li Fengguan, was on his deathbed, the family faced the issue of dividing the property. In pursuit of the inheritance, Li Wenzun and his wife resorted to all kinds of tactics, greatly hurting Li Fengguan.

Out of anger, Li Fengguan refused to accept the inheritance but didn’t give it up either, dragging on the matter. With the investments in Li Wenzun’s business getting delayed, they ended up making much less money than they could have.

Otherwise, the Li Family’s business would have been much larger than it was.

Yu Qingmei harbored this resentment, hating Li Fengguan and hating the Bai Family.

In the end, everything revolves around self-interest.

Bai Xiaosheng was unaware of this history; had he known, perhaps he would have already been unable to hold back his anger and demanded justice for his grandmother.

Although decades had passed, and Li Fengguan no longer cared about those things—if she had, she wouldn’t have come to see her brother.

At the moment, Bai Xiaosheng only saw Li Feiyun humiliating Bai Fei for no reason at all.

Bai Fei’s face turned pale, but he had nothing to say.

"Big brother Bai Fei, what are you looking at?"

Bai Xiaosheng approached with a calm expression, glanced casually at the Autumn Breeze Landscape Painting and chuckled, "Such a forgery is not worth your time. Hanging it in the main hall is quite embarrassing. You’ve recognized it as such, but to tell the hosts—it just isn’t appropriate, that would be humiliating them in public!"

With that one remark from Bai Xiaosheng,

both Bai Fei and Li Feiyun were taken aback.

Soon after, Bai Fei wore a strange expression.

Li Feiyun’s face, however, slowly began to show anger as he stared intensely at Bai Xiaosheng, sizing him up.

When the Bai Family Members were set to visit, his parents had talked about the younger generation of the Bai Family with utter disdain. They mentioned that the only somewhat successful person was a certain Bai Fei, but he was just a senior white-collar worker.

"A senior white-collar worker is just a high-level laborer, earning at most twenty or thirty thousand a month. Among our Li Family’s younger generation, that would be an embarrassment! To think he is actually considered the best amongst the Bai Family!" Li Feiyun couldn’t help feeling contempt when he heard those words at that time.

He had come here to ridicule Bai Fei, only for another one to pop up unexpectedly.

If even Bai Fei isn’t up to scratch, who do you think you are!

Suppressing his anger, Li Feiyun recalled the name he had heard when being introduced and snorted coldly.

"Cousin Bai Xiaosheng, do you have any advice to offer?"

If you can’t spell it out clearly, don’t blame me for being discourteous!