Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 522: President Fu’s Thousand-Layer Strategies

Chapter 522: Chapter 522: President Fu’s Thousand-Layer Strategies

"Alright."

Xia Xin immediately took the phone, wanting to log into the association’s forum to check the situation.

But just as he had taken the phone, Jiangli’s phone rang.

Xia Xin looked, and it was actually a call from Fu Shiyan.

"Ancestor, it’s a call from President Fu."

What could Fu Shiyan want, calling so late?

Jiangli raised an eyebrow and reached out, "Give it to me."

Xia Xin handed the phone back to her.

Jiangli took the phone, "Hello, President Fu?"

Fu Shiyan’s voice came through promptly from the other side, "Has the Abbot gone to bed yet?"

Jiangli replied, "Not yet, if I had, how could I possibly answer President Fu’s call, right? Is there something you needed, calling so late?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "Does the Abbot have any free time tomorrow?"

Jiangli blinked, "I suppose so, what’s up?"

Fu Shiyan said, "It’s nothing much, just that I’ve yet to figure out the bill for tomorrow’s meal. How about the Abbot invites me for dinner tomorrow?"

Jiangli: "..."

The phone’s volume wasn’t low, and Jiangli was accustomed to using speakerphone.

Xia Xin could hear everything clearly.

He was utterly astonished.

No idea about the dinner bill?

Could this be something the CEO of the multinational Fu Group would say?

Even if the Fu Group went bankrupt, a camel, thin as it may be, is still larger than a horse, Shiyan wouldn’t be unable to afford a meal, would he?

This was blatantly deceiving, wasn’t it?

Jiangli paused for a second and asked, "Is President Fu trying to play the sympathy card with me?"

Fu Shiyan laughed softly, "How could that be? Remember, you still owe me two meals."

Hearing this, Jiangli realized that was true.

She thought about it and it seemed she had nothing on for tomorrow.

So she agreed, "Alright then, I’ll invite President Fu for dinner tomorrow, shall you choose the place?"

Fu Shiyan suggested, "How about Cally Road?"

Cally Road...

Isn’t that the Siheyuan private kitchen?

Jiangli’s eyelid twitched, laughing wryly, "Are you trying to eat me out of house and home, President Fu?"

Fu Shiyan grinned, "Perhaps I can offer the Abbot a discount, how does that sound?"

Even learning how to give discounts now...

Jiangli chuckled, "Fine, then it’s settled. See you tomorrow evening?"

Fu Shiyan responded affirmatively, then added, "I might bring an extra person tomorrow, the Abbot won’t mind, right?"

Jiangli didn’t mind at all, "Sure, bring two if you like."

After all, no matter how much they could eat, they wouldn’t outeat her.

"Alright, it’s decided then."

Fu Shiyan, in a warm voice, set down his phone, his eyes brimming with a rich smile.

Wen Zishu and Shang Junxiao knew he was back, having just accompanied him for dinner before returning to the Fu Family home.

Seeing Fu Shiyan’s smile, Wen Zishu and Shang Junxiao felt a shiver run down their spines.

Especially Shang Junxiao...

He suddenly understood why Zishu had been stopping him that last time.

He looked at Shiyan, seeking confirmation, "Third Brother, are you and the Abbot on good terms now?"

"What are you getting at?" Shiyan looked up at him.

Shang Junxiao immediately tucked his tail between his legs, shaking his head like a maraca, "Nothing, I was just asking, just asking..."

Seeing this, Wen Zishu threw Shang Junxiao a lifeline, "But Third Brother, who are you planning to bring the Abbot to meet tomorrow?"

Shiyan played with his phone, speaking indifferently, "My second uncle."

"Second uncle is coming back?"

Wen Zishu and Shang Junxiao were both taken aback.

Wen Zishu quickly caught on, exclaiming, "Does that mean, Third Brother, you and the Abbot are going to meet the parents?"

Shang Junxiao inhaled sharply, thinking to himself that the brother really had guts.

Daring to say such a thing.

Upon hearing this, Shiyan merely raised his eyebrows lightly, "Is there any issue with that?"

Wen Zishu silently gave a thumbs up.

What else could they say?

They could only think, Abbot, you’ve been played again!