In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

Inside the Tan Family Hall private room, a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, illuminating the gleaming round table and exquisite tableware.

Yang Guangming and Duan Yunfeng arrived a moment early and were confirming the final details with the restaurant staff.

There was a knock on the door, which was then pushed open, and a wave of enthusiastic voices rushed in.

Jiang Wen was leading the way.

He was clearly in a great mood, his face radiating with immense joy. He wore a smart light-colored striped shirt, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked much more relaxed and refreshed than usual during the later stages of filming.

"Young Master! You've chosen a fine place!" Jiang Wen exclaimed as soon as he entered, his gaze sweeping over the elegantly decorated and spacious private room. He nodded repeatedly. "Tan Family Hall, excellent, grand enough, worthy of today's joyous occasion!"

Liu Xiaoqing followed closely behind.

She wore a light purple silk blouse paired with black slim-fit trousers, looking both capable and elegant. She greeted Yang Guangming with a smile: "Guangming, congratulations! Thank you for the invitation. I'm going to treat you to a good meal today."

"I'm so happy that Sister Xiaoqing could come." Yang Guangming stood up with a gentle smile.

Then, more people walked in, chatting and laughing.

Feng Xiaogang wore his signature, slightly sly smile.

Wang Shuo, Ma Weidu, and Zhao Baogang entered side by side, seemingly discussing something about collecting in hushed tones. Ye Daying followed behind, his steps steady.

Yang Guangming exchanged pleasantries with these familiar faces. In the past six months, he had often gathered with Jiang Wen and others, and was also quite familiar with Ma Weidu and others, having eaten with them several times.

Yang Guangming's gaze swept over them, finally settling on the young woman who had just stepped into the private room beside Liu Xiaoqing.

Even with Yang Guangming's accumulated experience in judging people over several lifetimes, he couldn't help but pause slightly at this moment.

The woman was in her early twenties, tall and slender, wearing a light green knee-length dress that swayed gently with her steps, and a beige short-sleeved cardigan over it. Her long, thick, jet-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, making her face appear even more radiant and fair.

But that face is what truly leaves one speechless.

Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, naturally dark without makeup; her eyes were like autumn waters, clear and sparkling, with a radiant glow flowing between them; her nose was straight and elegant, and her lips were full and naturally rosy.

The features of her face are perfectly proportioned; any more would be too bold, any less would be too subtle. It is a flawless, naturally exquisite beauty.

She simply stood there quietly, like the most graceful lotus in a summer pond, fresh and eye-catching, brightening the entire room.

Chen Hong.

The name immediately came to mind for Yang Guangming, along with her classic period drama roles on screen.

He knew Chen Hong was beautiful, but he never expected her to be this beautiful in person. Her vibrant and lively charm was something that static images could never capture.

"Come, let me introduce you to Guangming."

Liu Xiaoqing affectionately took Chen Hong's arm and said with a smile, "This is the beautiful Chen Hong. She happened to be shopping with me today. She heard that Director Jiang and Guangming's film was nominated, so she insisted on coming along to share in the joy and have a drink. I brought her along. Guangming, do you mind if there are too many of us?"

Chen Hong took half a step forward, smiled gracefully, nodded to Yang Guangming in greeting, and spoke in a clear and melodious voice:
"Mr. Yang, I apologize for bothering you. I heard from Sister Xiaoqing that Director Jiang's film has been shortlisted for the Venice Film Festival. That's wonderful news! Congratulations to you both."

That smile was like a spring breeze brushing across the ice, instantly bringing warmth. Even Jiang Wen, Wang Shuo, and others who were used to seeing beautiful women couldn't help but be drawn to it for a moment.

Yang Guangming quickly composed himself, regaining his usual composure, and smiled, "Miss Chen Hong, you're too kind. We are delighted that you could grace us with your presence. We have long admired your reputation, and it is truly a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

He spoke sincerely.

Chen Hong's roles, such as "Diao Chan," are deeply ingrained in people's hearts, making her a benchmark of classical beauty in the hearts of countless viewers. At twenty-six years old this year, Chen Hong is at the peak of her beauty; seeing her in person, her ultimate beauty is overwhelming.

Moreover, he noticed that although Chen Hong was extremely beautiful, her eyes were clear and upright, and her attitude was generous and natural. She did not have the aloofness or deliberateness often found in many top-tier beautiful women, making her approachable.

Before Chen Hong arrived, she had already learned about Yang Guangming's situation from Liu Xiaoqing: his family was extremely wealthy, he had a large business in Hong Kong, he was the male lead and an important investor in Jiang Wen's movie, and most importantly, he was only seventeen years old this year and had just finished taking the college entrance examination.

The "young master" she originally imagined was probably a spoiled rich kid who might be a bit arrogant, and who had some say in the production crew because he had invested money.

But seeing the real person in person now, Chen Hong was truly surprised.

The boy in front of me was very tall, a head taller than me, with broad shoulders and long legs. He wore a soft light blue cotton shirt and khaki casual trousers, and his posture was as upright as a green bamboo.

His face was extremely handsome, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a clear jawline. He had shed most of the childishness of a boy, existing somewhere between youthful and mature, yet his eyes were calm and peaceful, exuding a composure far beyond his years.

He stood beside the main seat, calmly greeting the group of "veterans" in the arts and culture circles who were much older than him. His demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and he even exuded a sense of ease in dominating the scene.

This doesn't look like a seventeen-year-old who has just graduated from high school.
What impressed Chen Hong even more was the way he looked at her. His gaze was filled with undisguised admiration and amazement, yet it was clear and open, striking the perfect balance. It made her feel valued without being offensive or uncomfortable.

"Mr. Yang, you flatter me." Chen Hong replied with a slight smile, her opinion of Yang Guangming quietly rising.

"Don't stand there, everyone! Sit down! We're here to celebrate, not to be punished!" Jiang Wen, as one of the main characters of the day, enthusiastically took charge of the arrangements.

As the host, Yang Guangming naturally sat in the head seat. To his left, Jiang Wen sat down without hesitation. To his right, Yang Guangming invited Ye Daying to sit down: "Brother Daying, please sit here."

The others took their seats in turn. Liu Xiaoqing pulled Chen Hong to sit next to her, followed by Siqin Gaowa. Feng Xiaogang, Wang Shuo, Ma Weidu, and Zhao Baogang sat around the round table. Duan Yunfeng sat near the door for easy access.

The round table was spacious, and even with eleven people seated, it didn't feel crowded.

Waitresses in cheongsams gracefully began serving appetizers and cold dishes. Exquisite white porcelain plates were arranged in a circle, featuring delicate and mellow salted duck liver, crystal-clear pork jelly, refreshing mustard greens, and sweet and soft osmanthus-flavored lotus root... all classic Tan family dishes that were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate, instantly whetting everyone's appetite.

"Come on, fill it up! Fill it up!" Jiang Wen was in high spirits and personally picked up the bottle of Moutai to pour wine for Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming raised his hand to block the drink, and laughed, "Old Jiang, you are the biggest contributor. There's no need for you to pour the wine yourself today."

"What do you mean by hero or hero? Without your crucial help, young master, this film might have ended badly, let alone gone to Venice!" Jiang Wen insisted on pouring Yang Guangming's glass first. "I must pour the first glass of wine for our esteemed investor."

Everyone started to make a fuss.

Yang Guangming no longer refused, letting Jiang Wen fill the wine glass in front of him with clear, bright white wine.

Next, Jiang Wen filled the cups of all the men present. When it came to the women, Liu Xiaoqing and Siqin Gaowa said they could have a little, but Chen Hong politely declined, saying, "I really can't hold my liquor, just a little bit is fine, or I can have some soft drinks."

Jiang Wen still poured her a full glass. Duan Yunfeng had already prepared freshly squeezed orange juice and coconut milk for the ladies who were not good at drinking.

Once everyone had something in their glasses, Jiang Wen stood up and raised her glass.

His smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression: "My old friends, you all know why we're gathered here today. My first film, after all these years of struggling, is finally finished. And now, it's going to Venice! The main competition!"

His voice trembled slightly. He paused, cleared his throat forcefully, and raised his voice again: "This honor does not belong to me alone, but to everyone here, to all the brothers and sisters in the crew who have carried it together! Especially Guangming!"

He turned to Yang Guangming, his eyes full of sincerity: "Without your timely help of one million US dollars, and without your various support afterward, this film would have truly been hanging in the balance. I, Jiang Wen, will remember this kindness!"

Yang Guangming also stood up, raised his glass, and said in a calm but firm tone: "Director Jiang, you flatter me. The success of this film is the result of your talent and hard work, and the joint efforts of all the participants. It is my privilege to be a part of it. Let's toast this film together, and to everyone who has contributed their heart and soul to this work."

“That makes sense! Cheers to the film!” Wang Shuo was the first to agree, raising his glass.

"A toast to the film!" the crowd responded in unison, rising to their feet.

The crisp clinking of glasses echoed throughout the room. The first glass of wine, brimming with fiery passion and shared joy, was drunk in one gulp.

The moment the wine touched their throats, the atmosphere of the banquet was instantly ignited.

Everyone sat down again and began to eat.

Tan Family Cuisine is known for its exquisite ingredients, meticulous preparation, and rich flavor. One hot dish after another was served: clear broth bird's nest was rich and delicious, braised shark fin was soft and fragrant, braised sea cucumber with scallions was shiny and tempting, and stewed venison was tender and flavorful. Faced with such delicious food, everyone temporarily put aside their restraint and enjoyed the meal.

As they ate and chatted, the conversation naturally revolved around the film that had just been shortlisted for Venice.

Feng Xiaogang picked up a piece of shark fin with his chopsticks and exclaimed, "Old Jiang, you really are a man of few words, but when you do speak, you amaze everyone. Your first time directing has led you straight to the main competition in Venice. This starting point makes those of us who are still figuring out how to entertain domestic audiences feel quite inadequate."

Jiang Wen laughed heartily, his face beaming with undisguised pride, yet he remained modest, saying, "Luck, it's all luck! The film hasn't even been shown over there yet; we'll only know if it's a good film or a bad one after we put it out for a spin. But..."

He looked at Yang Guangming, feeling much more confident. "With the young master's investment backing us up, we've done a solid job in the later stages. We've got the energy we need, so I'm pretty confident now."

Wang Shuo slowly took a sip of his drink and pushed up his glasses: "Old Jiang, don't just sit there laughing. Venice has always been a place where all sorts of gods fight."

Our film tells the story of a group of teenagers during a special era. The cultural gap is there, so it's hard to say whether those foreign judges will understand or accept it. But...

He changed the subject, "Being shortlisted is a victory. At least in terms of overseas copyrights, we can raise the price, and the young master's investment is likely to be recouped, which will reduce your pressure."

These words touched on a long-standing worry in Jiang Wen's heart. He nodded and said, "What Master Shuo said is true. So, half of me is happy, and the other half is still a bit anxious."

The editor and I worked day and night on post-production, and we went through countless revisions of the music, all trying our best to convey our unique flavor and emotions so that foreigners could also feel it.

Yang Guangming put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and calmly replied: "Cultural differences certainly exist, but some common things deep in human nature, such as the restlessness of youth, the yearning for freedom, and the confusion and pain of growing up, are not limited by national borders."

I have confidence in the quality of our film, and even more so in the emotions and thoughts that Director Jiang has poured into it.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange, steady strength that seemed to soothe the soul. Upon hearing this, Jiang Wen's brows unconsciously relaxed, and the tension in her heart seemed to ease.

"Listen to that, young master, you really know how to talk, every word hits the nail on the head." Liu Xiaoqing smiled and raised his glass. "Today is a celebration banquet, let's not think about that far ahead. Come on, Director Jiang, let me toast you, wishing you a successful trip to Venice and bringing glory to Chinese cinema!"

"Thank you for your kind words, Xiao Qing!" Jiang Wen readily raised her glass in a toast.

The atmosphere grew increasingly lively as toasts were exchanged and drinks were shared.

As the host, Yang Guangming took great care of the guests. He would sometimes have in-depth discussions with Jiang Wen and Wang Shuo about film aesthetics and literary expression, sometimes chat with Ma Weidu about recent interesting stories in the art market, and sometimes inquire about Siqin Gaowa's health. He could also find suitable topics to chat about with Feng Xiaogang, Zhao Baogang, and Ye Daying.

He speaks eloquently and often has unique insights, yet he is never aggressive and always maintains a comfortable sense of propriety.

This maturity and composure far beyond his years amazed the seasoned veterans present, who dared not underestimate him in the slightest because of his youth.

Chen Hong sat next to Liu Xiaoqing, eating quietly most of the time, listening elegantly to everyone's lively discussions, but her bright, clear eyes would often drift involuntarily towards Yang Guangming, who was in the main seat.

The more she observed, the more astonished and curious she became. This "young man" who had just finished the college entrance examination was so calm and composed when talking with people like Jiang Wen and Wang Shuo, who were known for their talent and unconventional personalities. He not only kept up with the conversation, but his occasional opinions were even quite insightful.

He knows how to listen at the right time and can express himself clearly at crucial moments. His composure is something that cannot be cultivated in an ordinary wealthy family.

Jiang Wen clearly valued and was close to him, Wang Shuo looked at him with rare admiration, and Feng Xiaogang and others spoke to him with a degree of politeness. This respect was definitely not something that could be earned simply by being a "rich investor."

What stirred Chen Hong's heart even more was that Yang Guangming always seemed to be aware of her presence. Occasionally, he would cast a gentle glance in her direction, smile and nod at her, or when she was caught up in the conversation and didn't know how to respond, he would naturally offer a word to help her out of the predicament, so that she wouldn't feel neglected.

That kind of attention, meticulous and considerate, is unassuming yet like a gentle stream, quietly seeping into the heart.

She is 26 years old this year and has been in the entertainment industry for several years. With her outstanding appearance and hard work, she has gradually made a name for herself and was even selected by Qiong Yao to star in a TV series, which has made her somewhat famous.

Tai was naturally surrounded by suitors and admirers. But someone like Yang Guangming, who was nine years younger than her yet possessed such a unique and attractive charm, was a first for her.

This attraction stems not only from his impeccable appearance and illustrious family background, but also from the profound, composed, and insightful nature he exudes that transcends his age.

Despite being so much younger than me, I don't feel any age gap when we're together. On the contrary, I sometimes feel that I'm not as mature as him.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the atmosphere at the table became more relaxed and lively.

Jiang Wen brought up the upcoming trip to Venice again, her excitement mixed with a touch of awkwardness and helplessness.

“There’s something I need to tell everyone, and also to give the young master a break.” Jiang Wen put down his wine glass, rubbed his hands, and sighed. “The film being nominated is a huge joy. But our crew’s accounts… are so clean they could be used as a mirror.”

He looked at Yang Guangming, somewhat embarrassed: "In order to achieve the best effect in the later stages, we really squeezed every last penny out of us. Now, if I count on my fingers, the money we can squeeze out for the trip to Venice is only enough for... the expenses of three people."

"Three people?" Liu Xiaoqing asked in surprise.

“Yes.” Jiang Wen nodded, counting on her fingers, “I’m the director, so I definitely have to go. Guangming is the male lead and investor, so he also has to go. Add a necessary translator, and that’s it. If there’s another one, the airfare, accommodation, food, local transportation… all of that costs money. We really can’t afford it.”

He gave a wry smile and said self-deprecatingly, "Even with just these three people, we'll have to tighten our belts. We can probably only afford the cheapest economy class tickets, we'll have to find cheap places like youth hostels for accommodation, and we'll have to be extra careful with our meals. Going to a top international film festival like poor backpackers is a bit... pathetic."

A moment of silence fell over the private room. Everyone present understood the difficulties of making a film, especially for someone like Jiang Wen, who had extremely high artistic standards and invested heavily in her debut film; tight funding was the norm.

Being shortlisted for Venice is already a miraculous breakthrough, but behind this glory, the reality of being strapped for cash remains unchanged.

Yang Guangming listened calmly, seemingly lost in thought.

His gaze seemed to casually sweep over Chen Hong's bright and beautiful profile, lingering for an extremely brief moment before returning to Jiang Wenwen.

"Director Jiang," Yang Guangming said slowly, his voice clear and steady, "The fact that the film has come this far is the result of collective wisdom. Sending only three people does make the lineup seem a bit thin, and it also makes it seem like we didn't value this opportunity enough."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and continued, "Besides, it would be too lonely for just the two of us men to walk the red carpet, and the scene wouldn't be very appealing."

I believe that Sister Xiaoqing has put in so much effort for our film. Although she wasn't credited, it's only right and proper that she go to Venice with us. She represents the entire film crew, and also represents outstanding actresses from mainland China, showcasing their talent on the international stage.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoqing's eyes instantly lit up with surprise. Walking the red carpet at the Venice Film Festival was an incredibly tempting and rare opportunity for any domestic actor of this era—a shining moment in their career. She hadn't expected Yang Guangming to offer it so readily.

Jiang Wen looked troubled: "It would be best if Xiao Qing went. But the extra expenses..."

"Director Jiang, you don't need to worry about the expenses." Yang Guangming's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable certainty. "Since it was my suggestion, I will naturally bear all the expenses for increasing the number of personnel."

He changed the subject, his gaze falling once more on Chen Hong, who was listening quietly, a gentle smile playing on his lips:

"Also, I felt a bit lonely walking the red carpet alone. It's a rare coincidence that Ms. Chen Hong is here today. I wonder if I have the honor of inviting Ms. Chen Hong to be my date, to go to Venice together, to experience the atmosphere of the world's top film festival, which would add a touch of brilliance to our trip?"

Upon hearing this, the private room immediately fell silent.

All eyes turned to Chen Hong, then quickly shifted back to Yang Guangming's face. Immediately, many people's eyes revealed understanding and good-natured teasing.

Jiang Wen even secretly exchanged a knowing look with Wang Shuo.

Young Master's thoughts are now crystal clear.

For filmmakers of this era, the allure of the Venice Film Festival is undeniable. Walking the red carpet is not only an honor, but also a symbol of status and a rare opportunity for international exposure.

For any ambitious actor, especially a young actress, this temptation is almost irresistible.

Caught off guard, Chen Hong's heart skipped a beat, as if a deer were pounding in her chest.

She never expected that Yang Guangming would suddenly extend such a significant invitation to her in public on such a special occasion.

Going to the Venice Film Festival?
Overwhelmed with surprise and disbelief, she blushed, but this was followed by a hint of panic and hesitation.

She's not a key member of the film's creative team, so her abrupt appearance is somewhat illegitimate and raises concerns about potential backlash. What will others think?
She subconsciously looked at Liu Xiaoqing beside her, her eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of helplessness.

Liu Xiaoqing, being as shrewd and perceptive as he was, immediately understood, and a warm smile spread across his face as he took over the conversation:

"Guangming's suggestion is fantastic! There are very few actresses from mainland China who can go to the Venice red carpet. If Chen Hong and I go together, we can support each other and better showcase the elegance and charm of Chinese women to the world!"

She patted Chen Hong's hand affectionately, her tone light and cheerful: "Chen Hong, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The investor personally invited you, and the director certainly has no objections. What are you hesitating for? Just think of it as going out to broaden your horizons and gain experience. What a great experience it is for us actors!"

Liu Xiaoqing's words not only gave Chen Hong a way out, but also made it clear that this was the investor's wish and arrangement, which was reasonable and beyond the control of others.

Jiang Wen chuckled and smoothed his hair beside him. He understood, of course, Yang Guangming's youthful infatuation.

Which man wouldn't be tempted by a beauty like Chen Hong? He was happy to see the young master willing to pay for two more beauties to accompany him.

As for the cost? The young master said he'd cover everything, so what else is there to say?

However, as the director and project manager, he still needed to confirm the procedures: "Young Master has considered everything carefully. Xiao Qing is practically a producer, so it's perfectly legitimate for him to go along. If Miss Chen Hong could accompany you, that would be the icing on the cake."

However... since this increased expense involves participating in the film festival, it's only right that it be included in the public budget. Should we discuss this with Mr. Manfred Wong?
If he has no objection, the young master can pay in advance, and it can be deducted from the copyright fee later.

Wen Jun owns 50% of the investment, and he should also contribute the excess costs proportionally.

Yang Guangming waved his hand lightly, his tone casual yet carrying a sense of unwavering confidence: "There's no need to bother Mr. Wen. This extra expense is on me personally and has nothing to do with the production team's budget."

Since this is a trip representing our film, it can't be too shabby. First class, nice hotels, all arranged. Let everyone go comfortably and return in style.

If it's reimbursed from company funds, this arrangement wouldn't be appropriate.

First class! Grand hotel!
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wen's eyes lit up, and he could no longer suppress his smile. He picked up his wine glass and stood up, saying, "Young Master! That's great! I won't say anything more. I, Old Jiang, will toast you again! You're so generous!"

Everyone else also showed expressions of envy.

Feng Xiaogang clicked his tongue and teased, "Look at this, look at the young master's spirit!"
Old Jiang, you're incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful investor.

"When we're making movies and trying to get investment in the future, shouldn't we first consider whether we can also get the young master, this god of wealth, to help us?"

Wang Shuo also shook his head with a smile: "Director Jiang is really showing off this time. He doesn't have to be stingy with his travel expenses when he goes to Venice. He can even fly first class and stay in a luxury hotel. This kind of treatment is probably unique among domestic directors."

Ma Weidu nodded and smiled: "Guangming is so young, yet he acts with both method and composure, which is rare."

Zhao Baogang and Ye Daying echoed this sentiment, their gazes towards Yang Guangming now carrying a deeper meaning and greater respect. This young man, with his magnanimous actions and tactful approach, likely possesses limitless potential for future achievements.

The key is that he's too rich. If we can persuade this guy to invest in the future, it will be so much easier.

As Chen Hong listened to the crowd's words and looked at the young man in the main seat who had decided an important opportunity in her life with just a few words, her heart was filled with turmoil and she could hardly calm down.

Such an opportunity to step onto a top international stage, broaden one's horizons, and enhance one's influence is invaluable for an actor on the rise. And to be his female companion...

She raised her eyelashes to meet Yang Guangming's gentle eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she quickly composed herself, revealing a bright and charming smile, her voice clear and soft:
"Thank you for your kind invitation, Mr. Yang. It is a great honor for me to have the opportunity to attend the Venice Film Festival and learn from it. However, I am afraid that my lack of experience may cause trouble for Mr. Yang and everyone else."

Yang Guangming smiled, a sincere and bright smile, carrying the refreshing air unique to young people: "Miss Chen Hong is too modest. It's our honor to have you accompany us. So, is it settled then?"

Chen Hong took a deep breath, suppressing the unfamiliar flutter in her heart, and nodded solemnly and elegantly: "Alright, then I will respectfully accept your offer. Thank you, Mr. Yang, thank you, Director Jiang, and thank you, Sister Xiaoqing."

"Great!" Liu Xiaoqing clapped her hands happily. "Now I have company on the road, I won't be lonely!"

Yang Guangming raised his glass again: "Come on, let's drink to our upcoming smooth and fruitful trip to Venice!"

"Cheers!" Everyone responded in unison, the clinking of glasses creating a crisp and pleasant sound, bringing the banquet to its climax.

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely for the remainder of the time.

Yang Guangming remained the center of attention at the gathering, but he always kept the pace steady, ensuring that no one felt left out.

Chen Hong was much more relaxed than before, and would occasionally join in the conversation, making witty remarks that brought laughter to everyone.

The eye contact between her and Yang Guangming also increased significantly. Each time their eyes met silently, she could feel the gentle appreciation and encouragement in his eyes, which made her heartstrings tremble.

The banquet lasted until 2 p.m., and everyone was full and chatting happily.

Yang Guangming glanced at his watch and suggested, "Everyone's in a good mood today, and it's still early. I happen to have a three-courtyard house in Xicheng, which was recently renovated and is quite quiet. Why don't we all head over there, have a cup of tea to sober up, and then continue our conversation?"

A newly renovated three-courtyard siheyuan?

Everyone immediately became interested. In Beijing in the mid-1990s, anyone who could own and meticulously renovate a three-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house) was either very rich or very noble, and must have had extremely good taste.

Everyone wanted to see what the private residence of this "young master" was like.

“Great! I was just thinking of going to see the young master’s magnificent mansion!” Jiang Wen was the first to respond.

"I've heard you've been tinkering with the yard for a while now, so today's the perfect opportunity to see what you've got to see," Wang Shuo said with great interest.

The others naturally agreed without objection.

The group chatted and laughed as they rose and left their seats. (End of Chapter)