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

The flesh on his fat face twitched violently, and his vision went black for a moment.

He had promised Zhang Tianyi that he would make a good impression, so he specifically delegated all the authority to manage the event tonight to Zhang Chulan.

Hopefully, this kid can arrange things in a decent way.

And the result?!

This is even more extravagant than the pomp and circumstance of an ancient emperor attending court!

Zhao Fangxu covered his face with a handkerchief and wailed in his heart: Chu Lan, Chu Lan, I asked you to give him some momentum, but you just made him ascend the throne!

Faced with this extremely exaggerated entrance ceremony, which was so embarrassing it made one want to dig their toes out of their seat, I was truly ashamed.

Zhang Tianyi, however, seemed extremely pleased.

He smiled with great satisfaction and slowly reached one hand out of his pocket.

Like a retired cadre, he casually pressed down on the bowing employees.

"Okay, okay, that's enough."

Zhang Tianyi's voice, transmitted through the miniature microphone in her collar, resonated throughout the venue.

His tone carried three parts languor and seven parts helplessness:

"No need for formalities, please!"

"Chu Lan, didn't I tell you before I left? I, Dao Ye, have always hated ostentation the most."

As Zhang Tianyi spoke, he strode inside with obvious enjoyment, lecturing in a serious tone:

"We cultivators emphasize humility and restraint. From now on, we should cut back on such ostentatious formalism as much as possible, understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Master is right! I will definitely pay attention next time!"

Zhang Chulan followed behind, bowing and scraping, his sycophantic manner perfectly portrayed.

The foreigners in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

Keep a low profile?!

You're kicking down the door, playing background music, and having dozens of men in black bowing and chanting slogans at you...

You call this being low-key?!

Is there a fatal flaw in the Chinese people's understanding of the word "low-key"?

Zhao Fangxu finally recovered.

No matter how outrageous the appearance was, at least the person finally arrived.

He quickly stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket, put on a bright smile, and jogged over to meet her.

"Oh! Uncle Zhang! You've finally arrived!"

Zhao Fangxu walked to Zhang Tianyi's side, turned to the group of foreign representatives who were still in a daze, and loudly introduced them:

"Distinguished guests! Please allow me to introduce you to our honor!"

"This is none other than the highly respected and exceptionally powerful senior figure of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain in our Chinese world of extraordinary individuals—Master Tian Shu!"

Zhang Tianyi walked to the long table and casually picked up a glass of champagne.

He took off his sunglasses and hung them on the open collar of his shirt.

Those deep eyes lazily swept over the crowd, a slight smirk playing on their lips:

"Everyone, am I not late?"

"The evening rush hour in Beijing is really a headache. Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

"It's not too late! The timing is perfect!" Zhao Fangxu quickly smoothed things over.

"That's good."

Zhang Tianyi took a sip of champagne, then turned around and waved to Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao who were following behind:

"Chu Lan, Bao'er, don't just stand there."

"Since we're here to participate in international exchanges, our Celestial Master's Mansion can't come empty-handed."

"Take out the calligraphy that I, Daoist Master, have carefully prepared and hang it in the most conspicuous place! Let these international friends experience the warmth and hospitality of China!"

"Got it!"

Zhang Chulan responded loudly.

He and Feng Baobao immediately walked to the background wall in the center of the hall.

Together, the two hung a huge, beautifully framed scroll in the most prominent position in the hall.

The scroll was unrolled.

The bold, unrestrained calligraphy, with its powerful strokes that seemed to penetrate the paper, was instantly displayed before everyone.

These foreigners have no idea what Chinese calligraphy is.

They only saw that the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with a strong and sharp aesthetic.

Ron, a director at Behemoth, was the first to clap in order to get closer to Behemoth.

He held up his wine glass and exclaimed in praise:

"Oh! Beautiful! The lines, the power! It's simply a perfect work of art!"

"Although I don't recognize Chinese characters, I can feel the powerful emotions contained in this calligraphy! Is this the mysterious power of the East? It's amazing!"

Mrs. Lilia nodded in agreement:

"Excellent! This painting... oh no, this calligraphy, it's truly impressive! Mr. Zhang is indeed a great artist!"

Amidst a chorus of incomprehensible applause and praise.

Zhang Chulan stood beside the scroll, biting his lip hard, trying so hard to suppress his laughter that his abs were almost cramping.

Because it was clearly written on that huge scroll:

Winning people over with virtue :) Friends coming from afar Though far away, they shall be punished!

These foreigners are actually applauding the slogan "No matter how far away, we will punish them" like crazy?!

This scene is absolutely surreal!

however.

Among this group of foreigners who couldn't understand Chinese, there happened to be a "China expert".

Ivanov of the European Alchemists' Association had originally been holding a wine glass, ready to observe from the sidelines.

But when he understood the meaning of those wildly cursive characters on the scroll...

His arrogant face instantly turned a deep purplish-red!

"Winning people over with virtue" with a smiley face next to it?!

"If a friend comes from afar, though they are far away, I will surely punish them!"

Is this a welcoming speech?!

This is clearly a direct insult directed at these foreign representatives! It's a declaration of war!

In addition, Wang Ai had previously instigated him, saying that Zhang Tianyi was an unruly and arrogant madman.

Ivanov's pride and anger were completely ignited!

"boom!"

Ivanov slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the table next to him.

The wine glass shattered, and red wine spilled all over the floor.

He strode out of the crowd, leaning on his ruby ​​cane.

His face was very gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Tianyi, who was chatting with Zhao Fangxu.

"Enough! This farce ends here!"

Ivanov rebuked him sternly in fluent Chinese, his voice echoing in the hall.

He pointed to the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, then to Zhang Tianyi, and mocked him without any restraint:

"You're Master Tian Shu, right?"

"You're a full hour and a half late! Not only do you show no remorse, but you've also brought a bunch of your men here to put on a show and make a big fuss!"

"And now, they're even hanging up banners that are full of insults and provocations!"

Ivanov tapped his cane, pressing closer step by step, trying to overwhelm his opponent with his imposing presence:

"Is this the kind of upbringing you Chinese call 'respectable and righteous' families?!"

"Do you think this is some remote mountain forest?! Here, in an international setting, your arrogance and rudeness are an insult to all delegations!"

"you……"

Ivanov had not yet finished his impassioned speech.

Chapter 233 Who saw me hit you? Translate this: What does "Though far away, we will surely punish them" mean?

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was made very serious by Ivanov's impassioned accusations.

The word "you" was on the tip of his tongue, but he hadn't even had a chance to say it.

"Snapped!!!"

A loud slap suddenly rang out in the center of the hall!

The sound was so crisp that the violinist in the corner flicked his wrist and produced a jarring off-key note.

Ivan's words came to an abrupt halt.

His face, which had been holding up an aristocratic air, suddenly swung violently to the right.

It felt like he had been hit on the side of his face by an invisible giant iron hammer. He staggered and took three or four steps back.

If he hadn't braced himself with his cane, the vice president of the Alchemists' Guild would have nearly sat down in the creamy soup next to him.