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"Hey, Old Zhao, long time no see!"
"Is that you, Chairman Ouyang? We just saw each other last night at dawn; how could you forget so quickly?"
As soon as Zhao Changsheng and Ouyang Xiong met, they immediately began to grapple with each other. It looked like they were shaking hands, but in reality, they were exerting all their strength, their veins bulging as neither was willing to back down.
"Your son is quite impressive, much better than you were at his age, though he is a bit too... feminine."
"Hahaha, he takes after my wife. But your daughter is stunning! If she were to marry into the Old Zhao family, we would have a house full of grandchildren!"
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xiong's expression instantly turned cold. "Old Zhao, I..."
Zhao Changsheng interrupted him, "Who would willingly suffer in silence? I won't let you get away with this!"
With that, both of them rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight. If it weren't for someone stopping them, they might have actually come to blows.
"Ouyang Old Dog, didn't you invite the others?"
"Zhao Feng Gou, I know what you're thinking. You want your son to meet all of them at once? Dream on! Let's see if your son can get past me first."
As their argument grew louder, the commotion around me also intensified.
"Hey! You little brat, if you don't stop now, I'll break your hands—believe it or not!"
My mouth was stuffed with food; as I turned my head to look, everything I had in my mouth fell to the ground.
"You!!! You! You! Old Zhao! It's him!" Seeing Ouyang Xiong made me so excited that I stumbled over my words.
That face—I would never forget it. He was the one who had blocked me with a dozen others and forced me to play three games of chess. It was Ouyang Xiong! Hahaha, what a stroke of luck!
How dare this scoundrel show his face again? Doesn’t he know who my father is?
I rushed over to Old Zhao's side. "Hahaha! Gotcha! Old Zhao, it's him! Last night he brought a dozen people to block me and made me play three games of chess with him!"
As soon as I said this, the entire place fell into a deathly silence.
Perhaps it was the first time they had seen a young person daring enough to point at Ouyang Xiong and call him a scoundrel.
Maybe they were shocked by my identity; they never expected that the person who looked like a starving ghost was actually Zhao Changsheng's son.
"Hahaha! Ouyang Xiong! Who would have thought you’d be insulted by my son?" Old Zhao laughed heartily after hearing my words, completely unconcerned about the gazes of those around us.
"Hey, you little rascal! After all these years, no kid has dared to talk back to me like that. You've got guts!" Ouyang Xiong pointed at me and started cursing but didn’t seem angry at all.
But my mind was racing; it felt like my head was buzzing. Could he really be Ouyang Xiong? Was he the same person I encountered last night? Does that mean he is one of my future fathers-in-law?
I opened my mouth wide, stammering for a long time without managing to say a word. Everything felt like a dream; my mind was racing with countless thoughts, yet I couldn't seem to gather them into anything coherent.
"Xiao Lun, this is your Ouyang Uncle," someone urged me. Li Hong pinched the back of my hand, the sharp pain jolting me back to reality.
Now I understood; everything was clearly a setup. This was no ordinary banquet—it was just a meeting between me and Ouyang Xiong's daughter. Such a grand affair for a simple introduction? There had to be something more to it. And why did Ouyang Xiong bring people to block me last night? Had he come to scout me out in advance?
Everything started to make sense. I let out a cold laugh. Call for someone? Why would I? Old Zhao and Ouyang Xiong were both old enough to be my father; it was ridiculous for them to toy with me, a mere young lad.
Since they wanted to play games, I wouldn’t hold back either. An idea flashed through my mind at lightning speed.
I whispered to Ouyang Uncle, and when I saw Ouyang Xiong reluctantly nod, the plan was set in motion. I took a few steps forward into the crowd and shouted, "Hello everyone!"
Seeing my actions, Old Zhao immediately reacted. "This brat is up to something! Ouyang Old Dog, stop him!"
Stop me? Why would they want to stop me? I was curious to see what this kid was planning. Ouyang Xiong didn’t make any move; he just watched me, eager to know what I would do next, unaware that I was about to surprise him.
With a mischievous grin on my face, I looked at Old Zhao and the others standing there—there was my father, Zhao Changsheng, and beside him stood my Ouyang Uncle.
Upon hearing this, those who had been skeptical of my antics suddenly changed their tune. "Oh, he's Zhao Changsheng's son! Then it's all good," they murmured. Besides, he even called Ouyang Xiong "Ouyang Uncle."
Soon someone shouted "Zhao Zi!" and with that initial call, others naturally joined in until the whole crowd echoed it back.
"Cough cough! So everyone, are you enjoying the banquet?"
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