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“Uncle Jiang? Which Uncle Jiang?”
Zeng Wenwen and the others had no idea who Uncle Jiang was. The matters concerning Jiang Chen were confidential, and Zeng Xianyi naturally hadn’t shared them with his grandchildren. However, since Jiang Chen was coming to their home today, it was only fitting to mention him. Zeng Xianyi, being wise with age, didn’t truly regard Jiang Chen as just a young man; his demeanor resembled that of a creature who had lived for hundreds of years. Moreover, the skills Jiang Chen possessed were likely beyond what could be achieved in just a few centuries. Thus, in Zeng Xianyi’s mind, he viewed Jiang Chen as a senior far older than himself.
To be acquainted with such an extraordinary figure was a stroke of fortune—one that would benefit not only him but also his descendants. When Jiang Chen arrived, Zeng Xianyi instructed his grandchildren to address him as “Uncle,” making the interaction feel more intimate.
“Uncle Jiang is my close friend and an extraordinary person with remarkable abilities. You should show him even more respect than you show me, understood?” Zeng Xianyi warned solemnly. As he mentioned their close friendship, a hint of embarrassment crossed his old face, though no one noticed.
“Understood,” Zeng Wenwen and the others nodded in agreement. As the president of the Dragon Martial Institute, Zeng Xianyi was accustomed to interacting with remarkable individuals from Huaxia. Consequently, his grandchildren were well aware that many extraordinary people existed in the world, whose abilities could rival those depicted in television dramas.
Seeing their grandfather hold Uncle Jiang in such high regard, Zeng Wenwen and the others couldn’t help but imagine what this Uncle Jiang might look like. They envisioned him as a middle-aged man—perhaps rugged and hearty or refined and kind.
At three in the afternoon, Qin Xiaoya brought Jiang Chen to Zeng Xianyi’s home.
Zeng Xianyi’s residence was located in a tranquil village on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by lush greenery and flowers. His wife had passed away years ago due to illness, so he mostly lived alone in this courtyard, accompanied only by two security guards. Initially, there were plans to assign ten guards to him, but Zeng Xianyi had persistently declined until they settled on just two. The authorities considered his advanced age; living alone posed risks if something unexpected occurred.
At the entrance, Zeng Xianyi stood with his grandchildren waiting eagerly.
Zeng Wenwen and the others felt both excited and nervous—what kind of person could Uncle Jiang be? Would he be intimidating?
As the Bentley came to a stop and the passenger door opened, Jiang Chen stepped out of the car.
“Mr. Jiang, it is an honor for you to visit my humble abode,” Zeng Xianyi said respectfully as he approached.
“Zeng Lao is too kind. I actually have some matters I’d like to ask for your assistance with,” Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
“Not at all! Please feel free to ask anything. By the way, let me introduce you—these are my grandchildren. Why are you all standing there? Hurry up and greet Uncle Jiang!” Zeng Xianyi urged when he noticed his grandchildren still staring blankly.
“Uh, Uncle Jiang,” Zeng Wenwen and the others quickly stammered in unison.
This Uncle Jiang seemed far too young! He appeared to be only in his twenties. Moreover, their grandfather’s attitude toward him was excessively respectful—almost reverent.
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