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As I descended the stairs, Old Zhao glanced at my carefully prepared appearance but said nothing. After all, he never concerned himself with such matters; as long as I didn't look too outlandish, it was fine by him.
"Let's go; we shouldn't be late," I said.
In the car, Old Zhao and Li Hong chatted animatedly about Ouyang Xiong's daughter—how tall she was, how beautiful she looked, how she played the piano and painted, and how well-mannered she was, unlike her father. I pretended to ignore them, knowing they were speaking for my benefit.
My mind was focused on how to act in a way that would convince others I was genuinely foolish rather than just pretending. As I pondered this, a slight smile crept across my lips, which Old Zhao noticed immediately.
With half an hour left before the banquet began, we approached a villa located about sixty to seventy kilometers from the lake. Cars were arriving one after another.
I took in the scenery along the way: surrounded by mountains and shaded by lush trees, the temperature was warm but pleasant here—a perfect summer retreat.
Before long, we reached our destination. Old Zhao spoke briefly with the driver before leading us out of the car and into the villa.
As soon as the car door opened, I dashed out ahead of everyone else, disregarding the crowd of elites around me. I raised my arms and shouted loudly, "Hey! Everyone look at me! I'm a fool!"
"Ouch!"
Old Zhao, who followed closely behind me, swiftly kicked me down to the ground. "Ah! Son, I didn't see you there! Are you okay?"
I covered my backside and looked up at Old Zhao, whose eyes conveyed both warning and mockery. It seemed he was saying, "Kid, do you think you can play these games with your father? You're still too green."
With my plan foiled, I thought of another one!
I got up and brushed off my clothes. "Dad, are you alright? Your foot isn't hurt from that kick, is it? At your age, such vigorous activity might strain your back."
Hearing this made Old Zhao nearly turn purple with anger. "This brat is determined to stir things up; fine then! I'll play along!"
Old Zhao walked beside me and gave me a hearty slap on the back. "What nonsense are you talking? Who doesn't know about my physical prowess?"
He showed no restraint in his strength; his playful hits nearly knocked me apart.
Li Hong remained in the car, her face flushed with embarrassment as she hesitated to get out. She covered her face and clenched her fists. "These two idiots! The younger one has no sense of occasion, but the older one is just as bad! When we get back, they'll both be in trouble!"
The commotion between Old Zhao and me attracted attention from those around us, and soon a crowd gathered.
"Chairman Zhao! I'm so-and-so from such-and-such company!"
"Mr. Zhao! I'm the head of your subsidiary!"
Seeing Old Zhao's presence drew many eager faces looking to curry favor. Although it was just a banquet, for these small business owners, it represented an opportunity to align themselves with a powerful figure. With such backing, they could achieve great things—no one would want to miss this chance.
Clearly, Old Zhao was accustomed to such scenes. He accepted all the business cards handed to him, as the saying goes, "You don't hit a smiling face." Once the crowd dispersed, he turned and handed these cards to the driver.
As we made our way into the banquet hall, I decided not to make a fuss; after all, finding the right moment was crucial.
The moment I stepped into the banquet hall, I was taken aback by everything before me. The venue was so large that it could accommodate a vast number of people, and the overall decor could only be described as luxurious. Diamonds, gemstones, agate, and jade were embedded in the walls or seamlessly integrated into the overall layout—items that ordinary people would need to work hard for years to afford were merely decorative here.
Looking at everything arranged within this space, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, what a grand display! A banquet hall like this must cost at least hundreds of millions!"
"Look at you, acting like you've never seen anything before. You're embarrassing me! Have I been giving you too little pocket money lately or what?"
Hearing Old Zhao's resentful voice, I turned around and noticed he had taken a few steps back with Li Hong, maintaining a certain distance from me.
Embarrassing, huh?! Then I'll make sure you feel utterly humiliated.
I sneered coldly and immediately headed towards the food spread to set my plan in motion.
As I surveyed the array of dishes—caviar, Wagyu beef, King Crab—my eyes lit up and I began to put my scheme into action. I picked up a bowl of Wagyu beef, took a piece and popped it into my mouth before tossing the entire platter onto the floor. Although the Wagyu tasted quite good, I had to make this sacrifice for my plan.
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