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Su Hao originally planned to have Ma Fei drive him back to Yunxi Bay Villa, but his phone rang shortly after the car left the Ma family mansion.

He glanced at the screen; it was Li Zhongguo calling.

"Grandpa, is there something you need?"

"Su Hao, are you free now? Come back to the Li family. I have something to discuss with you." Li Zhongguo's voice sounded somewhat serious, as if it were no small matter.

Su Hao responded, hung up the phone, and said to Ma Fei, "Mr. Ma, please change your route and take me to the Li family."

"Alright!" Ma Fei immediately turned around at the intersection ahead and headed towards the Li family mansion.

The car stopped in front of the Li family's house. Su Hao got out of the car and walked into the yard. He saw Song Xiaoxiao sitting in the living room, holding a cup of tea, chatting with Li Zhongguo.

"What are you doing here?" Su Hao looked at Song Xiaoxiao with some surprise.

Song Xiaoxiao put down her teacup and replied matter-of-factly, "I have nothing to do at the company, so I came back to keep Grandpa company."

What, you're not welcoming me?

"Welcome, welcome, how could I not welcome you?" Su Hao smiled and sat down next to her, looking at Li Zhongguo.

"Grandpa, what do you want to discuss with me?"

Li Zhongguo's expression was somewhat complicated.

He put down his teacup and slowly said, "Su Hao, did you hear about the big event that happened in Jinling last night?"

"What's the big deal?" Song Xiaoxiao interjected.

"Zhang Tianhu, the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society, has been taken care of." Li Zhongguo's gaze fell on Su Hao's face, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

"It is said that his neck was snapped in front of everyone at a banquet."

His hundreds of thugs rushed in seeking revenge, but they were all beaten down by one man.

The entire underground world of Jinling is now in turmoil, and Yang Bao has seized the opportunity to rise to power, taking over all of Zhang Tianhu's territory.

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao immediately turned to look at Su Hao, her eyes filled with shock and inquiry: "Su Hao, did you do it?"

Su Hao did not deny it and nodded: "It's me."

Song Xiaoxiao's pupils dilated slightly.

Although she had guessed it, she was still shocked when Su Hao confirmed it.

She suddenly remembered that Su Hao had gone to see Shen Qingci last night and didn't return until the early hours of the morning...

It turns out he wasn't going on a date with Shen Qingci, but rather to deal with Zhang Tianhu and remove obstacles for the Li Group.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Song Xiaoxin's heart.

This guy... may seem carefree most of the time, but he's really reliable when it matters!

A blush crept onto her cheeks involuntarily, and as she recalled Li Qiuchan's suggestion of a "sisterhood alliance" from the previous night, her heart began to race.

In fact, Song Xiaoxiao was overthinking things.

Su Hao killed Zhang Tianhu entirely because of Shen Qingci.

Zhang Tianhu has been pursuing Shen Qingci relentlessly, repeatedly using business tactics to suppress the Shen family business, and even threatening Su Hao in public.

Su Hao decided to go all the way and solve the problem directly.

But Song Xiaoxiao was obviously unaware of these inside details; she completed a complete logical loop in her mind on her own.

For the sake of the Li Group and Li Qiuchan, Su Hao risked his life, venturing deep into the lion's den to eliminate a major enemy.

Li Zhongguo pondered for a moment, then asked a crucial question: "Su Hao, I heard that Zhang Tianhu's forces were taken over by Yang Bao. That Yang Bao even said you were protecting him. What is your relationship with him?"

"I only admire his character, and we're just ordinary friends. I have no interest in getting involved in the underground and gray areas, nor will I interfere in those matters. But having someone I know as the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society is better than having someone else, since it can save a lot of trouble."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhongguo finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good. I was just afraid that you were too young and impetuous and would be misled by the code of brotherhood and get involved in all sorts of trouble. You should use your skills for the right thing."

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I know what I'm doing." Su Hao nodded, then asked.

"You called me here for more than just this, didn't you?"

Li Zhongguo smiled and stroked his beard: "You're so clever. There is indeed one more thing. Remember Bai Zihua, old man?"

"That Chairman Bai from the Jinling Painting Association? I remember him, he came to our house yesterday."

"Yes." Li Zhongguo nodded.

"Old Bai is holding a small art exhibition at his private residence and has invited a group of veteran figures in the calligraphy and painting world. He wants to take this opportunity to formally introduce you, the 'unknown master,' to various bigwigs so that you can make some connections with top figures, which will be beneficial to your future development. He specifically asked me to invite you to go, and Xiaoxiao can also go and broaden her horizons."

Su Hao thought for a moment and realized that there was nothing urgent to do today, so he readily agreed: "Okay, let's go take a look."

Li Zhongguo was pleased to see him agree so readily, but he still couldn't help but remind him, "When you get there, be sure to keep a low profile and be humble, so as to leave a good impression on those seniors. After all, although you are famous in the art world, not many people have actually seen your face. Don't let them think you are young and arrogant."

"I understand, Grandpa, don't worry," Su Hao replied with a smile.

With that, he and Song Xiaoxiao drove to Bai Zihua's private residence.

Bai Zihua's residence is located in a quiet area in the west of Jinling City. It is a detached Chinese-style courtyard house with green bricks and gray tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners. Two tall ginkgo trees are planted in front of the door. When the autumn wind blows, the trees are full of golden yellow, which is quite poetic and picturesque.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Bai Zihua came out to greet him personally.

He was dressed in a simple gray long gown, his hair was white, and he was in good spirits.

Seeing Su Hao get out of the car, he immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Master Weiming, it is an honor to have you here. I have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me!"

Su Hao quickly returned the greeting: "Mr. Bai, you're too kind. You're my elder, just call me Su Hao."

"No, no, the accomplished come first, the accomplished come first!" Bai Zihua waved his hands repeatedly, insisting on treating them as equals, and personally led Su Hao and Song Xiaoxiao into the living room.

Inside the living room, six or seven elderly people were already sitting there waiting.

Most of them were in their fifties or sixties, dressed elegantly, with a refined demeanor, clearly senior figures in the world of calligraphy and painting.

Tea snacks and fruit were laid out on the coffee table, and a faint aroma of tea filled the air.

These people are several core members of the Jinling Calligraphy and Painting Association, including Vice Chairman Lu Xing, Director Xiao Yuanshan, and several other respected elders in the Jinling calligraphy and painting circles.

Seeing Bai Zihua personally welcoming a young man in with such a respectful attitude, the expressions of the elders became somewhat subtle.

Vice Chairman Lu Xing was a thin, elderly man who wore reading glasses.

He looked Su Hao up and down, his brows furrowing slightly, and he was somewhat dismissive of him.

In his opinion, this young man was at most in his early twenties. Even if he was talented, how much real skill could he possibly have?

Bai Zihua is giving him far too much credit.

The other elders shared similar thoughts, their gazes towards Su Hao filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

Bai Zihua took in everyone's expressions but didn't rush to explain.

He smiled and invited Su Hao to sit in the main seat, then took out a scroll from an exquisite brocade box and slowly unfurled it on the tea table.

It was the portrait that Su Hao had painted for him before.

In the painting, Bai Zihua stands atop a mountain peak, his robes fluttering, resembling an immortal.

The brushstrokes are unrestrained and vivid, conveying a profound and lasting artistic conception. Every stroke and line exudes a natural and harmonious charm.

Several elderly men gathered around and examined the painting closely, becoming increasingly alarmed with each look.

"This brushwork...this texture stroke...this is a unique brushwork technique of Master Weiming!" Xiao Yuanshan was the first to exclaim, his voice filled with excitement and disbelief.

"Old Bai, when...when did you manage to acquire a painting by the anonymous master?!"

The other elderly men also gathered around, their eyes fixed intently on the painting, as if they had discovered a priceless treasure.

"In my more than sixty years of life, I have never seen such exquisite landscape and figure paintings!"

"Mr. Bai, could you transfer ownership of this painting to me?"

"Give it to me. I'm the oldest, and I respect the elderly and care for the young."

......

Several respected senior figures in the calligraphy and painting world, who are usually highly respected, were now like a group of children fighting over candy, vying to bid for the painting.

Bai Zihua hurriedly and carefully put the scroll away, holding it in his arms as if it were some priceless treasure, waving his hands repeatedly: "Not for sale! Not for sale! No amount of money will make me sell it! This is a private collection given to me by Master Weiming, and I intend to pass it down to my descendants as a family heirloom!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, the elderly men could only sigh regretfully, but their gazes remained lingering on the painting.

Standing aside, Song Xiaoxiao watched as these seniors, who had just been disdainful of Su Hao, now argued heatedly over a painting, and a feeling of triumph welled up in her heart.

She couldn't help but speak up, "Seniors, there's no need to argue. Su Hao is right here. If you want a painting, why don't you just have him paint one for you on the spot?"

After these words were spoken, the living room fell silent for a moment.

An elderly man surnamed Xiao glanced at Song Xiaoxiao, then at Su Hao, his tone tinged with disdain: "Young lady, do you know how precious the paintings of the Unknown Master are? Any one of them is worth hundreds of millions. How could they be painted on the spot so casually? What we want are genuine works by the Unknown Master, not some unknown junior's imitations."

Seeing this, Bai Zihua knew it was time to reveal the truth.

He put down the painting in his hand, cleared his throat, and solemnly announced, "My old friends, please allow me to formally introduce myself..."

"This young friend Su Hao is none other than the renowned 'Unknown Master' who is famous throughout the art world and whose works are priceless."