One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He looked at the snow-white Xuan paper, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his entire demeanor changed.

Gone was his usual laziness and nonchalance.

"Grandson, Little Wang, come and keep an eye on things."

Zhang Tianyi waved to Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye, who were eating watermelon in the pavilion next to them:

"This is a welcome speech that I spent the whole morning coming up with."

"When the international conference starts in a couple of days, I plan to frame it and hang it directly on the backdrop wall in the center of the venue!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan quickly threw down the melon rind he was holding and eagerly came over.

"A welcoming speech? My lord, with your cultural background, the calligraphy you produce must be magnificent and awe-inspiring!"

"Is it something like 'the ocean embraces all rivers' or 'friends come from afar'—refined and elegant phrases that showcase the grandeur of our great nation, China!"

While habitually flattering the author, Zhang Chulan craned his neck to look at the paper.

"Refined?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow, a meaningful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"My calligraphy has always been based on sincerity."

The words fell.

Zhang Tianyi picked up the thick wolf-hair brush with one hand and dipped it heavily in the inkstone.

He took a deep breath, and a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in his eyes!

"Shh!"

The pen strokes on the paper, the force penetrating the paper!

A surge of powerful innate thunder energy flowed from Zhang Tianyi's fingertips into the brush tip.

The brushstrokes are fluid and powerful, like dragons and snakes, with strokes as strong as iron and as silver as hooks!

The ink flowed across the rice paper.

With flowing, unrestrained strokes, he wrote seven large characters in wild cursive script vertically:

A friend comes from afar.

Zhang Chulan, watching from the side, nodded repeatedly and gave a thumbs up:

"Excellent calligraphy! So strong and unyielding! Master, that's a wonderful use of the Analects! It perfectly captures the hospitality of the host!"

"Don't rush, there's a second line."

Zhang Tianyi flicked his wrist, the brush suddenly slamming downwards with a devastating force, and wrote four more large characters on the left:

No matter how far away they are, they will be punished!

"..."

Zhang Chulan's raised thumb froze awkwardly in mid-air.

The fawning smile on his face gradually cracked.

"Gudong."

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened like copper bells as he stared incredulously at the two lines of text.

"Master...Master..."

Zhang Chulan's voice was strange, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"You learned the Analects from which PE teacher?!"

"When friends come from afar... shouldn't the next line be 'Isn't that a great joy?'? How did it end with 'Though they are far away, they will be punished'?!"

Is this supposed to be a welcoming speech?!

This is clearly a death warrant issued by the King of Hell!

Hang this thing in the center of an international conference hall?

If those arrogant foreigners saw this, wouldn't they immediately flip the table, draw their guns, and fight them to the death?!

"Grandson, you don't understand. This is called using the past to serve the present and bringing forth new ideas from the old."

Zhang Tianyi put away his brush, looking at his "masterpiece" with a face full of pride and appreciation.

"What I mean by this calligraphy is: If foreign friends have come all this way to visit, and they're here to have a good chat, then I'll offer them a cup of tea. But if they dare to act arrogantly in front of me..."

Zhang Tianyi's eyes turned cold:

No matter how far away, I'm going to kill him!

"Isn't this enthusiastic and sincere enough?"

Wang, who was listening nearby, twitched his eyes violently.

He clutched his forehead, closing his eyes in pain: "Second Master, you're going to a meeting, not a slaughterhouse..."

"If this sign were posted, Chairman Zhao's blood pressure would probably spike to 250 and he'd have a stroke on the spot."

"It's not over yet. Enough with the nonsense, look at the horizontal scroll."

Zhang Tianyi completely ignored the two younger people's breakdown.

He dipped his brush in ink again and, with a flourish, wrote four menacing characters at the top:

Winning people over with virtue!

After writing.

Zhang Tianyi also flamboyantly drew a large smiley face symbol ":)" with a calligraphy brush next to her.

"..."

Everyone was completely speechless.

......

A private courtyard house inside the Second Ring Road in Beijing.

This location is incredibly valuable, with every inch of land worth its weight in gold.

Several large locust trees were planted in the yard, and cicadas were chirping merrily among the leaves.

On the mahogany chair in the main room, Wang Ai held a cup of Longjing tea in her hand, gently skimming the tea foam off the lid, but she hesitated to drink it.

These past few days, because of the closure of Jinchan Pavilion, this old man has been unable to eat or sleep well, and has even developed several large blisters in his mouth.

"Grandpa, these foreign devils are too arrogant! We agreed to meet at 2 PM, and it's already 2:30, and we haven't seen a single ghost!"

Wang Bing, sitting at the lower end of the table, was idly picking at his phone case, his face full of impatience.

"be patient."

Wang Ai glanced at his great-grandson, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:

"When you ask someone for a favor, you have to follow the rules. These foreigners hold the bargaining chip we desperately need right now. What's half an hour?"

"Ask them? Our Wang family, the tenth elder, do we really need to ask a few blond foreigners for help?" Wang Bing curled his lip.

"You're too young to understand!"

Wang Ai slammed her teacup down on the table and let out a cold snort.

“That Feng Zhenghao, now relying on the power of that person from the Celestial Master’s Mansion, is like a mad dog, attacking our Wang family’s businesses everywhere.”

"That fat bastard Zhao Fangxu is playing dead and taking sides again."

A sinister calculation flashed in Wang Ai's eyes:

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. These foreigners have come to Beijing with great ambitions, and they can be used as pawns for us."

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

"Mr. Wang, I apologize for keeping you waiting. The traffic in Beijing is even more baffling than the smog in London."

Accompanied by a sentence in Chinese that sounded a bit like a translation.

The curtain in the lobby was lifted.

Ivanov strode in, accompanied by two tall bodyguards.

He was still wearing that well-tailored tuxedo today, his blond hair was neatly combed, and his blue eyes revealed a condescending arrogance.

Wang Ai immediately put on a smiling face like Maitreya Buddha and stood up with her cane.

"Oh, Mr. Ivan, not at all. Beijing's hutongs are indeed difficult to navigate. Please, have a seat!"

Ivanov glanced at the antique-style hall, showing little appreciation. Instead, he covered his nose with a handkerchief with some disdain, seemingly unimpressed by the sandalwood scent in the air.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his long legs.

"Mr. Wang, we Europeans like to do things directly."

Ivanov leaned his cane against the table, a smile playing on his lips.

"I've heard that the Wang family has recently encountered a bit of... financial crisis?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Bing, who was standing to the side, immediately became furious.

"You're talking nonsense! Our Wang family has plenty of money, where would we get a financial crisis?!"

"Bing'er! Step back!"

Wang Ai shouted sharply, forcing Wang Bing to retreat.

Then, he turned his head, and the smile on his face not only didn't fade, but actually deepened.

An old fox is an old fox; he didn't take such low-level verbal provocation to heart at all.

"Mr. Ivan is very well-informed. However, it's just a minor change in business; it won't harm the Wang family's foundation."

Wang Ai picked up the teapot and personally poured Ivanov a cup of tea.

"You all seem to have quite the appetite for this trip to China. I heard that during your negotiations with the company, you wanted 30% of the mining rights to the supernatural mineral veins in North China?"

Ivanov picked up the teacup, touched it to his lips, and put it down.

"This is an equivalent exchange. Our association can provide the most advanced alchemical potions and gene repair technology, which are things that money can't buy in the East."