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The car twisted and turned before finally arriving at a restaurant. Zhang Tong led the way, and we followed him into a private room. As the waiter pushed open the door, a figure caught our attention.
The decor of the room was quite elegant, with several pieces of calligraphy hanging on the walls. The person facing away from us was gazing at those artworks.
Zhang Tong softly called out, "Professor, they’re here."
After a brief pause, Professor Sun slowly turned around. Just as he was about to speak, he closed his mouth again. When I saw Professor Sun, I was slightly taken aback.
For a few seconds, my mind went blank, and then I managed to utter a few words: "Dad..."
Those two words clearly surprised Professor Sun as well, while Fat Ma and Zhang Tong looked on in confusion.
However, Professor Sun was a man of experience and quickly regained his composure. He said, "Young man, you must have mistaken me for someone else."
I wasn't entirely sure either, but he did bear a striking resemblance to my father. Yet my memory of my father was of him being younger, while this Professor Sun had noticeably grayed hair. Still, the features were somewhat similar; after all these years, my father would be around this age now.
Nevertheless, since he denied it, I didn't dare to press further. After all, there are many people in this world who look alike!
I found myself lost in thought as the atmosphere grew slightly awkward.
Seeing this, Fat Ma quickly laughed and said, "Professor, my brother here is being rude; I hope you can forgive him."
While saying this, Fat Ma didn’t notice that Professor Sun was actually scrutinizing me.
"It’s alright," Professor Sun replied.
Fat Ma gave me a pat on the back to bring me back to reality, and I apologized to Professor Sun.
He smiled and assured me it was no trouble at all.
Zhang Tong also stepped in to smooth things over, and it seemed that this misunderstanding would come to an end. Just then, the waiter pushed the door open, and the dishes were served one after another.
After a few drinks, the earlier awkwardness had mostly dissipated.
As we ate some dishes, Fat Ma urged me to get to the point. I momentarily forgot what he meant. "What point?"
"Your head!" Fat Ma said with a tone of exasperation. "Why did you come to Beijing?"
His words jolted me awake.
Professor Sun was chatting with Zhang Tong at that moment.
I stood up to pour a drink for Professor Sun, then filled my own glass. After downing one, I said, "Professor Sun, we came all this way to ask you a few questions."
Professor Sun didn’t hesitate and replied readily, "Go ahead."
"Then I'll be straightforward," I said, and he nodded.
His attitude surprised me a bit; I recalled Zhang Tong warning me before our arrival that Professor Sun had a peculiar temperament. However, it seemed there was nothing amiss.
"I came to inquire about the Ghostly Heavenly Palace." As soon as I said this, nearly everyone's gaze turned toward Professor Sun.
Fat Ma, fearing things might not go well, pulled out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to Professor Sun.
This action from Fat Ma truly caught me off guard.
Professor Sun looked at the red envelope for a moment before accepting it. Now it was Zhang Tong's turn to be astonished; in his mind, Professor Sun wasn't that kind of person.
Fat Ma was quick on his feet; as soon as Professor Sun accepted the envelope, he immediately filled his glass again.
Professor Sun tucked the envelope into his pocket and said, "Young man, feel free to ask whatever you need."
I didn't hold back and directly asked, "Professor, how much information do you currently have about the Ghostly Heavenly Palace?"
Professor Sun didn't expect me to be so straightforward, and a look of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly composed himself.
"Young man, this matter is not something you can involve yourself in."
"Well, you don't need to worry about that. Just tell me what information you have. Of course, I have some information as well; perhaps we can exchange."
Professor Sun gave me a long look, remaining silent. After a while, Fat Ma couldn't take it anymore. Since the money had already been given, he felt it was time to get things moving.
"Professor, just give us an answer—are you going to share or not?" The Fat Ma looked as if he would return the red envelope if he didn't get a response.
Professor Sun smiled at him. "Today's young people really lack patience."
However, I sensed something off about that smile.
We all waited for him to finish laughing before continuing the conversation. But unexpectedly, he maintained that smile and suggested we drink instead.
Not wanting to offend him, we downed a few more glasses.
I could tell by now that Professor Sun was indeed not someone to be trifled with.
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