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

The thought that the cabbage they had painstakingly raised might have been eaten by pigs from the Northwest behind their backs made them feel guilty.

Feng Zhenghao, the Tenth Elder who never showed his emotions, felt a tightness in his chest at this moment.

Zhang Tianyi sat opposite Feng Zhenghao, looking at his complex expression—a mixture of hesitation, surprise, and doubt.

Instead of feeling apologetic, he picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and concealed the smile on his lips.

“Xiao Feng, when it comes to the affairs of young people, we elders sometimes just don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

Zhang Tianyi's tone carried a hint of seasoned wisdom as he slowly added insult to injury:

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. But when you go back, you, as their father, really need to pay more attention to your daughter's love life."

Feng Zhenghao chuckled dryly twice, and could only force himself to cup his hands in a respectful bow.

"You're absolutely right, senior. I'll definitely... ask her about it when I get back."

The pot of Da Hong Pao tea was finished.

The chase in the courtyard finally ended with Zhang Chulan squatting in the corner singing "Conquer" with a bruised eye.

Feng Zhenghao, still fuming with Feng Shayan, respectfully took his leave.

However, Feng Zhenghao arrived with a beaming smile.

As he left, his departing figure exuded the heaviness of an "old father preparing to go home and interrogate his daughter."

Watching the black Rolls-Royce drive out of the manor gate.

Zhang Tianyi leaned back in his chair and stretched comfortably.

"Chu Lan."

Zhang Tianyi waved towards the corner of the wall.

Zhang Chulan covered his face, grinned, and leaned closer: "Master, you've really screwed me over this time."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhang Tianyi's nonchalant expression vanished, and he lightly tapped his fingertips twice on the table.

"Did you hear Feng Zhenghao mention that company in the yard just now?"

Zhang Chulan was taken aback, his hand that was rubbing the bruise stopped, and his mind raced:

"You mean the Changqing Group that snatched the prize from the Tianxia Society?"

"Ah."

Zhang Tianyi nodded, his gaze fixed on the azure sky outside the manor.

"Three hundred million to buy a piece of lightning-struck wood, what a grand gesture, what a style."

"Go, have Fatty Zhao investigate this company's background."

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled up slightly, showing great interest.

"I always feel that the world has been peaceful for too long. It seems like there are restless big fish about to surface from beneath the surface."

Chapter 459 Infiltrating the World of Fame and Fortune! Two Billionaire Young Masters!

Zhang Chulan went bald during that month.

Ever since receiving the supreme order from the second advisor to "investigate the Evergreen Group".

He dragged Feng Xingtong along, practically turning the intelligence networks of Na Du Tong and Tian Xia Hui into a sieve.

The results of it?

The more I investigated, the more alarmed I became; the more I investigated, the more bizarre it seemed.

This commercial behemoth, based on the southeastern coast, has such a clean record that it could be nominated for one of the "Top Ten Most Conscience-Driven Enterprises in China".

He is a model taxpayer every year, does charity work every month, and even pays social insurance and housing fund contributions on time for the truck drivers of his logistics company.

Not only did they fail to uncover any criminal or tax evasion offenses, they couldn't even find a single scrap of news about any contact with the supernatural world.

"This doesn't make sense."

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

Two weeks ago, news came from Feng Xingtong: Changqing Group was organizing a grand charity gala in Beijing.

Ostensibly a fundraising effort for education in the western mountainous regions, it was in reality a declaration by Changqing Group to officially extend its business reach into the north.

Those who received this invitation were all prominent figures in the business and political circles.

Just like a pillow delivered to someone who's about to fall asleep.

As a dual giant in both the world of supernatural beings and the secular business world, Tianxia Group was naturally among those invited.

Wang Ye's father, Mr. Wang of Zhonghai Group, was a highly respected figure in Beijing's business circles.

then.

A four-person infiltration team, led by two billionaire heirs and consisting of two "security assistants," was formed very smoothly.

……

Three days later, in the evening.

Outside the banquet hall on the top floor of the Grand Hotel Beijing.

The security level here is at the highest level.

The corridor was lined with security personnel dressed in black suits and wearing invisible headsets.

Luxury cars lined up in a long queue downstairs, a scene of elegant attire and dazzling lights.

At this moment, in a waiting area outside the banquet hall.

The group of four was quite eye-catching.

"Old Zhang, I'm warning you one last time, don't touch my suit jacket with your greasy hands."

"This fabric was specially arranged by my mother to be flown in from Italy."

Today, Wang Ye was forced to take off his unchanging Taoist robe and put on a high-end formal suit.

Her hairstyle was also carefully styled.

Coupled with his somewhat languid and world-weary eyes, he exuded an aura of a top-tier wealthy young master from Beijing who was unapproachable.

Standing next to him was Feng Xingtong, who was wearing a custom-made white suit.

Every gesture he made perfectly showcased the elegance and nobility of the heir to the Tianxia Group, a company worth hundreds of billions.

These two, standing there, look exactly like the young talents of the year featured on the cover of a financial magazine.

But look at the two standing behind them...

"Oh, Brother Wang, what are you saying? I was just helping you tidy up your appearance!"

Zhang Chulan was also dressed in a formal suit today, and even wore a walkie-talkie earpiece on his ear, perfectly capturing the character's performance.

He placed his hands on the seams of his trousers, bowing and scraping, his fawning smile practically overflowing.

As for Feng Baobao...

She changed into an elegant evening gown, and her hair was styled in an updo, which was unusual for her.

But this girl's posture is truly indescribable.

She spread her legs apart and instinctively tried to put her hands in her pockets, but couldn't find them.

His eyes were fixed on the banquet hall entrance.

"Bao'er, tuck in your stomach, straighten your chest! Lift your chin!"

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice and patiently corrected her posture:

"We're here today as the personal secretaries and bodyguards of Young Master Wang and Young Master Feng. Your posture is beneath you. We're all civilized people."

"Oh."

Feng Baobao obediently puffed out her chest, then turned her head and asked in a serious tone:

"Zhang Chulan, that fat guy who got the invitation said that everything inside is free to eat. Is that true? It's free, right?"

"It's free, build as much as you want!"

Zhang Chulan sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"But when you eat later, please turn your back a little and be mindful of your image."

As the group was whispering among themselves, respectful greetings came from the reception desk ahead.

"Young Master Wang, your presence truly enhances this banquet. Your father was just talking about you a few days ago."

A vice president from Changqing Group personally came out to greet us, his smile as warm and welcoming as a spring breeze.

He then turned to look at Feng Xingtong and bowed slightly:

"Young Master Feng, Chairman Feng is too busy to attend today. Chairman Shen specifically instructed that you be treated well so that he could attend on his behalf."

The organizers' attitude was impeccable in the face of these two billionaire young men.

As for Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao following behind them, the vice president only glanced at them politely and naturally categorized them as accompanying personnel, without even asking them a question.

"You're too kind. We naturally have to attend the Changqing Group's charity gala."

With an impeccable social smile, Feng Xingtong exchanged a few pleasantries with the vice president before leading everyone into the banquet hall.

As soon as I stepped across the threshold.

The melodious classical symphony wafts over you.

The enormous crystal chandelier illuminated the entire venue with a golden glow.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes and fine champagne.

"Tsk tsk, this extravagance is certainly expensive."

Zhang Chulan followed behind Wang Ye, his eyes scanning the crowd like radar.

"Old Wang, Xing Tong, you two go to the front to entertain them and, while you're at it, sound out what those business tycoons are thinking."