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At the same time, Xiao Hansheng was also quite relieved. He knew that Yee Dailin had given Zhao Kuan ten million in cash, without any bank transactions.
Tang Yi was completely finished. Facing the Disciplinary Inspector, Zhao Kuan insisted that since he had reprimanded Tang Yi, it was very likely that Tang Yi would go wild after being locked up, and without evidence, Zhao Kuan managed to stumble back into his original position.
"Where would the old man hide the money? That's ten million after all." Zhao Pengfei sometimes pondered this question. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he secretly searched his parents' home but found nothing.
The lakeside plot was re-auctioned, and in the end, Century Group won it for one hundred eighty million, resolving a concern for Zong Yaoshi.
Having saved his daughter and helped secure this piece of land, Zong Yaoshi felt he had to show appreciation to Zhang Yang, this young man.
"Can we invite him over for dinner?" Zong Yaoshi asked Zong Lingxu in the hall of Zong Family Villa.
"Dad, you rarely invite outsiders for dinner," Zong Lingxu replied with some surprise.
"Didn't he save you? Plus, securing this land is closely tied to him," Zong Yaoshi smiled, his graying hair complementing his warm expression.
After telling Zhang Yang about this, Zhang Yang readily agreed. However, he felt troubled; he couldn't go empty-handed. But since the Zong Family lacked nothing, he decided not to overthink it and simply bought a box of premium sesame oil.
The driver took Zong Lingxu to school to pick up Zong Linghan and Zhang Yang. Seeing the sesame oil that Zhang Yang was carrying, both Zong Lingxu and Zong Linghan were surprised. Zhang Yang smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "I really didn't know what else to buy."
"No, I meant how did you know my dad likes sesame oil?" Zong Linghan laughed.
"Does he have that preference?" Zhang Yang replied. "I just thought it was practical. I like sesame oil too; it's great for frying eggs."
Zong Lingxu smiled slightly as well. The cold beauty revealed a hint of charm that was truly captivating. The Bentley slowly drove into Zong Family Villa.
Inside the courtyard, there was a large lawn; the wind had turned cold, but the grass had not yet withered.
"Zhang Yang! It's good to finally see you. The last time I visited you, you hadn't woken up yet. Thank you!" Zong Linghan said, dressed casually in a white shirt with a purple-gray patterned vest over it. She looked handsome with a rosy complexion.
"Uncle Zong, hello! You're too kind," Zhang Yang said as he handed the sesame oil to a servant.
Zong Yaoshi glanced at the sesame oil and smiled slightly before gesturing for Zhang Yang to enter the living room: "Please come in."
Zhang Yang sat briefly in the living room and took a few sips of the Da Hong Pao tea served to him. Zong Yaoshi generally inquired about Zhang Yang's situation but kept it brief, focusing on thanking him for saving Zong Lingxu and helping with the land acquisition. During their conversation, Zhang Yang learned that Zong Linghan and Zong Lingxu's mother had passed away several years ago and that Zong Yaoshi had never remarried.
Not remarrying could be due to two reasons: one is a deep affection between the couple, not wanting to add more troubles; the other could be that there are plenty of women around, but they are just for fun.
At mealtime, Zhang Yang entered the restaurant. The Zong Family's dining area was large, with a rectangular table that could accommodate more than ten people at once, but only four were dining: the three members of the Zong Family and Zhang Yang.
Dishes were served one after another on the table, a fusion of Chinese and Western cuisine, including foie gras, caviar, steak salad, as well as various stir-fried Chinese dishes and seafood like lobster and abalone.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I had the kitchen prepare a few extra dishes," Zong Lingxu said softly.
"Uncle, you are too kind. The main thing is to chat; it doesn't matter what we eat," Zhang Yang replied with a smile.
Zong Yaoshi laughed heartily, thinking that this young man was not very old but spoke confidently and calmly, truly resembling someone who had seen the world. He was nothing like what he had introduced himself as—a person from an ordinary family in Haizhou.
Originally, Zong Yaoshi had invited Zhang Yang over simply to express gratitude; saving a life was no small matter, so inviting him into their home was a gesture of courtesy. However, after meeting Zhang Yang, he felt an attraction to the young man and found himself talking more.
"A couple of days ago, a friend challenged me with a couplet. It's not elegant but quite interesting. I haven't been able to come up with a good response yet. Since we have many people today, let's see if anyone has a good reply," Zong Yaoshi suddenly said. Seeing the three young people looking at him, he recited:
"A Thief Steals Stealthily."
This couplet used the word "steal" four times. The first "steal" was a noun, the second and third formed an adjective together, and the fourth was a verb. Moreover, there are very few words that can contrast with "small," making "big" the most suitable choice. "Things" refers to direction and can only correspond with terms like "north-south," "up-down," or "left-right," etc., and here it also refers to objects.
This couplet wasn't elegant but was indeed quite amusing.
"The last character 'west' is pronounced flatly, meaning it should correspond to the upper line," Zhang Yang said. Upon hearing this, Zong Yaoshi thought this young man knew his stuff and couldn't help but cast an appreciative glance at him. Zong Lingxu smiled slightly and said, "I'm not good at couplets; it's up to you two young men." With that casual remark, she stepped back.
Zong Linghan then suggested: "Great Thief Thief Thief Thief North and South."
Zong Yaoshi laughed heartily. "The two 'thief' characters in the middle don't fit together; however, your thought process is on the right track—well done."
Zhang Yang chuckled along and said, "Since Uncle mentioned that you haven't come up with a good response yet, you must have an answer in mind. Why not share it to inspire our thinking?"
"Alright," Zong Yaoshi replied. "My response at that time was: President President President Up and Down."
"Experience speaks volumes," Zong Linghan remarked. "It’s hard to find something more fitting than this." Indeed, "president" corresponds well with "up and down," making it smooth in meaning and neatly aligned.
"This is just average; I'm still not satisfied. However, I usually don't have much time to ponder these things, so today I'll let you all join in. What do you think? Zhang Yang, do you have anything good to share?" Zong Yaoshi turned to Zhang Yang and asked.
"I did come up with one. Ming Ming Ming, North and South," Zhang Yang said after a moment of contemplation.
"That's quite neat!" Zong Linghan exclaimed. "Could it be that you are the legendary Seven Provinces Scholar and Strategist General, nicknamed the King of Couplets?"
"I've only studied for two years; I'm just a lost little scholar in this world," Zhang Yang replied.
"Then my older sister must be Qiu Xiang?" Zong Linghan laughed.
"Stop joking!" Zong Lingxu interrupted Zong Linghan's laughter.
"Ming Ming Ming, North and South; the Southern Ming did indeed exist in history. This North and South has both directional meaning and a comparative sense of superiority and inferiority—this is absolutely brilliant!" Zong Yaoshi said after a brief thought, praising, "I didn't expect it, Zhang Yang. At such a young age, you possess such skill!"
"Uncle, you're too kind," Zhang Yang responded, thinking to himself that children in ancient times began practicing couplets at the age of three. Although he wasn't a literary genius like Zhang Xunqiu, he still had some basic skills from his integration with Strange Soul.
"Youth is indeed formidable," Zong Yaoshi raised his cup in acknowledgment, smiling, but at that moment, a slight feeling of unease suddenly flashed through his mind.
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