But they can't accept groveling...

Song Yan and Xiao Hu, on behalf of Lao Zeng, cheerfully saw them off at the door.

The three Quan siblings escorted their grandfather home, and then came out together again.

Quan Guangxia carried the return gift that Song Yan had prepared for her. These were things that money couldn't buy. "The Zeng family, no wonder Grandpa speaks so highly of them, their background is truly extraordinary."

Quan Guangli, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up. "Grandpa always praised Song Yan for having the demeanor of the Zeng family."

Actually, I think that since a goddaughter wasn't raised from childhood, how can she be the same as the Zeng family that the grandfather mentioned?

I underestimated him.

I don't agree with my grandfather's approach, but I admire Zeng Lao's character. A man who has been through countless battles deserves my respect.

Actually, I should have thought of that. How could someone like that choose a completely incompetent successor?

Quan Guangyuan glanced at his younger brother, unaware that the connection between Zeng Lao and Song Yan went far beyond this.

Quan Guangxia: "Sigh! You don't know, I've secretly seen Fu Baozhen and Fu Lei many times before."

Dealing with people like that would drive me crazy.

I was truly relieved when I heard from Grandpa that Old Master Zeng didn't acknowledge them.

The three siblings looked at each other and smiled.

...

Song Yan wanted to test Wen Dajun's skills.

A coin was flicked from his fingertips and embedded itself completely in the tree trunk.

His two fingers had such great strength.

Song Yan: "You're really that capable. Would you really be willing to be my errand boy or a housekeeper?"

“My grandfather called me a warrior, and I didn’t believe it at first. But after seeing so many things and going to the countryside, I realized my grandfather was right.”

This brute force isn't entirely useless, but it's nothing special either.

Song Yan: "I think it's amazing? Why do you say that?"

"No matter how good my kung fu is, I can't stop a bullet. Doesn't killing someone mean I have to pay with my life?" Wen Dajun said.

Song Yan sensed the frustration in his voice. "I pay my employees."

I believe in mutual consent.

If you're unwilling but afraid of your grandfather's scolding, I can keep it from him for you.

You don't need to worry at all!

Wen Dajun was taken aback; he hadn't expected Song Yan to say that. "No."

I'm not unwilling. I'm happy to work and get paid. I've been spending this money since I was 12. The fact that I'm only working for you now is already a bargain.

And the salary you're paying is higher than when I was a temporary worker.

I was thinking about something else.

The subsidy I received back then helped me a lot. I have no complaints.

"Okay! Whether you stay or leave is up to you."

"When you take my salary, you have to be worthy of it. When you're not taking my salary, you have to uphold your moral principles." Song Yan planned to have Wen Dajun do things for her, so naturally she needed to give him a warning.

"Yes, I will!" Wen Dajun replied with just those two words.

Song Yan felt that Wen Dajun had a dull and oppressive feeling about him.

Song Yan: "The first thing I asked you to do was to find out the frequency and habits of Fu Lei and Su Zhaohai's interactions."

You know who Su Zhaohai and Fu Lei are, right?

Grandpa had told him everything about the Zeng family, so Wen Dajun nodded.

Song Yan: "I'm going to tell you something. You absolutely cannot leak this information before it's made public."

If possible, I don't want it to be publicized.