One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

Feng Zhenghao's private office was separated from the chaotic battlefield outside by only a heavy solid wood door. Once the door was closed, the noise, bloodshed, and broken glass outside were completely shut out into another world.

The office is not large, but every inch of space exudes understated sophistication—a whole wall of huanghuali antique display shelves stands against the wall, on which several pieces of porcelain, a few thread-bound books and a piece of old ink are arranged in a staggered manner, and the glass cabinet doors are spotless.

Half of the blinds were drawn on the French windows, and the sunlight was cut into neat strips of light and spread on the dark gray carpet.

The coffee table in the center of the room was carved from a single piece of old ship timber. Its surface was as smooth and warm as jade. On it sat a set of purple clay teaware and an iron kettle that was bubbling with heat.

Zhuge Ming and Zhao Fangxu had already taken their seats.

Feng Zhenghao stood in front of the coffee table, his suit jacket off and draped over the coat rack beside him. He was only wearing a neatly pressed blue-purple shirt, with the cuffs unbuttoned and rolled up twice, revealing his lean forearms.

He held the handle of the teapot with his left hand and supported the bottom of the teapot with his right. He tilted the iron teapot slightly, and boiling water flowed from the spout into the purple clay teapot in a thin, even stream. The aroma of tea filled the air as the steam rose.

With a slight turn of his wrist, he neatly and cleanly controlled the flow of water, then covered the kettle with the lid and poured hot water around it. The whole set of movements was smooth and fluid, and anyone who saw it would have to say that this man truly deserved to be the head of a business empire worth 300 billion.

"Chairman Zhao, Director Zhuge—how could you two leaders be so honored to grace us with your presence without prior notice? It was truly unexpected. It is a pleasure to have friends coming from afar, and I, Feng, should have personally gone downstairs to greet you."

Feng Zhenghao poured the first brew of tea from the purple clay teapot into the fairness cup, his movements still steady, but a perfectly timed wry smile played on his lips. "I never expected the two leaders to witness this situation. I'm not afraid to admit it—I, Feng, am one of the newly promoted 'Ten Elders,' and this has happened in my own backyard. My subordinates are so easily defeated; to say they crumble at the slightest provocation would be an understatement. I heard that the woman from earlier was also an employee of the company? This company truly has hidden talents."

Zhao Fangxu sat on the sofa chair, his hands folded on his knees, his expression maintaining a precise balance between seriousness and gentleness.

He spoke softly, but every word carried the weight of a formal occasion: "President Feng, please don't misunderstand. That female employee is indeed an employee of the North China regional company, a temporary worker, a special personnel outside the formal staffing system. There's a cause and effect to this situation—let me ask you another question, President Feng: Zhang Chulan is also a formally contracted employee of the North China regional company, so why did he come to your Tianxia Club?"

Feng Zhenghao put down the fairness cup, picked up a tea towel to wipe his fingers, leaned forward slightly, and said frankly and sincerely, "Chairman Zhao, I really don't know much about this. I'm usually very busy with business, and I have to take care of the three lines of Tianxiahui Group: real estate, entertainment, and investment. The documents I sign every day are higher than this coffee table."

I received the news by chance yesterday—my daughter, Feng Shayan, told me that a young friend named Zhang Chulan was coming to see me.

I have also heard that this young friend Zhang Chulan has a close relationship with the old Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain. The old Celestial Master, Zhang Zhiwei, the Heavenly Daoist, is a highly respected figure in the world of supernatural beings. Even at the age of one hundred, he still presides over Longhu Mountain, and his disciples are all over the world. I, Feng Zhenghao, have always respected the old Celestial Master's character and reputation.

When the descendants of the Old Celestial Master come to the World Society, I, Feng, naturally have to receive them—it's the bare minimum of courtesy. I just never expected things to escalate to this point—it's truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple; family members don't recognize each other anymore.

"President Feng," Zhao Fangxu interrupted him, his tone suddenly turning slightly colder from its previous gentle and polite tone. Every word was sharp and angular, like a stone crushed by a road roller. "Our company is a state-owned enterprise. All our work complies with national laws and regulations. All employees sign formal labor contracts upon joining the company—including Zhang Chulan."

Now that this college student has joined the company, he is a legal employee, protected by both company rules and regulations and national labor laws. I heard that Chairman Feng's daughter and son once extended offers to Zhang Chulan, and some friction occurred during the process.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze behind his glasses fixed on Feng Zhenghao's face: "Zhang Chulan is just a college student who hasn't even entered society yet. He doesn't understand many common sense things and was invited into the World Society without really knowing what was going on."

Since Chairman Feng knows about Zhang Chulan's connection to the Old Master, he should understand that Zhang Chulan is currently under the company's protection—of course, this is also entrusted to the company by the Old Master. It's inappropriate, both morally and logically, for you to try and mislead a college student like this.”

Before Feng Zhenghao could answer, Zhao Fangxu continued, his tone becoming even more serious, carrying a hint of accusation: "Especially given the situation that has arisen today—the prestigious Tianxiahui Group, located in the most bustling area of ​​downtown Tianjin, has witnessed such a large-scale fight. From the lobby on the first floor to the top floor, security personnel were knocked down one after another, and offices were smashed to pieces."

And who is that kid with the dyed red hair? Such a dangerous individual, not only did he injure people, but he even attempted to attack Director Zhuge. Does Chairman Feng usually gather people like this in the World Society? As one of the Ten Elders, you must be familiar with the company's regulations regarding the management of individuals with special abilities. What does it mean to gather such a group of lawless individuals?

This call was extremely aggressive.

Every question hit the nail on the head, and every word was carefully chosen—"inducement" is not "invitation," "gathering a crowd" is not "reception," and "intending to attack Director Zhuge" directly escalated the nature of the matter from a "public security dispute" to a level that would send chills down anyone's spine.

Feng Zhenghao remained silent for a while, his fingers resting on the handle of the purple clay teapot, feeling the heat emanating from the body of the pot, but he did not pick it up.

During the few seconds of his silence, the private office was so quiet that you could hear the hissing sound of the remaining hot water in the kettle evaporating on the kettle's walls.

Then he spoke, his tone still that of a seasoned businessman, but the weight of each word had clearly increased.

He raised his head, his eyes behind his glasses sincere and earnest: "Chairman Zhao, as one of the Ten Elders, I, Feng Zhenghao, naturally have the obligation to maintain the balance and stability of the supernatural world. This matter is indeed my fault—I misjudged people, failed to observe them properly, and misused them. That young man is from Jiajia Village in the Northwest, and I was so blind to mistake him for a hero. I will not shirk responsibility for this matter."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and poured the freshly brewed tea into two celadon cups, the fragrance of jasmine blossoms from the boiling water wafting gently through the air.

He held the cup with both hands, first handing it to Zhuge Ming, then to Zhao Fangxu, before picking up a cup for himself. He stood up, bowed slightly, and said in a solemn and sincere tone, "Please, leaders. I, Feng, offer you tea in lieu of wine as an apology."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.