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

"These are fine, just a bit salty. They would be even better with some garlic."

"..."

This answer.

This completely threw the executives following Shen Wanning into disarray.

You want to eat garlic at a dinner party hosted by a Michelin three-star chef?!

Shen Wanning was also taken aback.

But she quickly concealed the strangeness in her eyes and even let out a soft laugh.

"Very well. Since Miss is in such a good mood, I will immediately instruct someone to make the preparations."

She gave Feng Baobao a deep look.

Then, she turned around and nodded slightly to Wang Ye and Feng Xingtong.

"Young masters, please excuse me. I hope you have a good time tonight."

Chapter 462 The Backstabbing Team at the Top-Tier Banquet!

The melodious cello music echoed in the banquet hall, carrying the languidness and elegance unique to high society.

Less than two minutes.

A head waiter, dressed in a crisp vest and white gloves, carried a tray covered with a silver lid and quickly walked to Zhang Chulan's table.

"Madam, here are your condiments."

With an impeccable smile, the foreman lifted the silver lid.

In a small white porcelain dish, a pile of plump, cleanly peeled garlic cloves were neatly arranged.

It was also served with a small dish of chopped fresh red chili peppers.

"Thank you, your service here is quite attentive."

Feng Baobao picked up her chopsticks, skillfully picked up a clove of garlic, and chewed it with relish along with a piece of bluefin tuna belly.

The foreman's eye twitched slightly, but his excellent professionalism made him swallow the words "what a waste of resources," and he bowed respectfully before leaving.

Zhang Chulan held his wine glass, looking at the exquisitely presented plate of garlic, and felt a dryness in his throat.

"Old Wang."

He lowered his voice, his tone very serious:

"This woman is terrifying."

Wang Ye leaned against a Roman column, gently swirling the juice in his glass, and nodded in deep agreement.

"It's really weird."

"To be able to remain calm and composed in such a situation, and to handle the unreasonable demands of a country girl who seemed to be there to cause trouble so flawlessly."

Zhang Chulan stared at the dark green figure in the distance, chatting and laughing with several political figures:

"She had no airs of superiority whatsoever, nor did she reveal any flaws after the test failed."

"His scheming and cunning are unfathomable."

Feng Xingtong came closer, her earlier relaxed expression disappearing.

"Brother Chu Lan, I just asked a familiar elder to inquire about it."

"In the few years since this Miss Shen took over Changqing Group, all the competitors who opposed her have either gone bankrupt or been acquired voluntarily, and all of them have used methods that are on the very edge of the law and business rules."

"The entire business community in Beijing gave her a nickname: 'Smiling Guanyin'."

"Guanyin?"

Zhang Chulan scoffed, "I think they're like demons who eat people without spitting out the bones."

He turned his head and looked at Feng Baobao, who was focused on dealing with garlic cloves.

"Sister Bao'er, you were closest to her just now, did you notice anything strange?"

Feng Baobao put down her chopsticks.

She tilted her head and seriously recalled the scene of the two of them looking at each other just now.

"She has no Qi."

Feng Baobao gave a very direct conclusion.

"We know that. Old Wang just saw it too."

Zhang Chulan asked eagerly, "Besides this, is there anything else that seems off?"

Feng Baobao put down the half crab leg in her hand and took out a tissue to wipe her hands.

"It has a smell."

She wrinkled her pert little nose and described it in a serious tone:

"It's very faint, but it's definitely there."

"It's like... rotten wood buried underground, with a muddy smell."

"It doesn't match the fragrance she's wearing at all."

Earthy smell?

Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye exchanged a glance, and their expressions changed.

How could a rich young lady who runs a business empire worth hundreds of billions, who always travels in luxury cars and frequents exclusive clubs, have a rustic smell on her?

There's something fishy going on!

"These groundhogs are really good at hiding."

Wang sighed and placed the cup in his hand on a passing tray.

"Old Zhang, what's our next move? We can't just keep eating at this buffet forever, can we?"

"After a full meal, of course you need to stretch your muscles and bones."

Zhang Chulan loosened his tie, and his slick smile returned to his face.

He patted Feng Xingtong on the shoulder:

"Xingtong, you continue to handle the socializing up front and provide cover for us. Contact us by phone immediately if anything happens."

"Understood. Please be careful." Feng Xingtong nodded in understanding, picked up her wine glass, and turned to blend into the crowd.

Zhang Chulan, holding Feng Baobao's hand, gestured with his chin towards Wang Ye:

"Let's go, Master Wang, let's go to the backstage area of ​​this hotel and have a good look around."

……

at the same time.

On the second floor of the banquet hall, in a private lounge with excellent soundproofing.

Shen Wanning pushed open the heavy wooden door and went inside.

The noise outside was completely shut out.

She walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and carefully washed her hands.

On the sofa in the room.

Shen Ze, who had previously spent 300 million to buy the Heavenly Ruler at the auction, was sitting there quietly.

"Miss, how did the social engagement go?" Shen Ze stood up and handed her a dry towel.

Shen Wanning took the towel and dried her hands.

That bright face, which always wore a gentle smile in front of others, now carried an unyielding coldness.

"Feng Xingtong of the Tianxia Society, and Wang Ye of the Zhonghai Group."

Shen Wanning walked to the liquor cabinet and poured herself half a glass of soda water.

"It's not surprising that these two are at our dinner party."

She took a sip of water, her tone calm but her words sharp as knives:

"But that Zhang Chulan who claims to be an assistant, and that so-called cousin from the countryside..."

In Shen Wanning's mind, the moment she made eye contact with Feng Baobao in the corner just now replayed.

Those eyes were as clear as a deep pool, yet seemed to see through all pretense.

Even she, a person in a position of power who had undergone strict training from her family since childhood, felt a primal unease.

"Shen Ze."

Shen Wanning put down her cup and looked at her trusted confidante:

"Go and investigate those two people's backgrounds. Especially the girl who ate the crab."

"Does Miss think there's something wrong with them?" Shen Ze frowned slightly.

"This is very problematic."

Shen Wanning walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the bustling street below.

"That Zhang Chulan seems obsequious and speaks vulgarly."

But when he stood in front of that girl, his stance was very stable, completely in a defensive posture ready to launch an attack at any moment.

An ordinary general assistant couldn't possibly possess that kind of muscle memory.

Shen Wanning turned around, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes.

"As for that girl..."

"Her facial features are too similar to the photograph of the Zero body that the patriarch has always kept in the secret room."

Upon hearing this, Shen Ze's expression changed drastically.

"The original body?! Wasn't that destroyed in the war more than seventy years ago?"