"Stop hitting me, I'm going to die!" Dong Shu cried out fiercely.

Brother Long fought for quite a while.

Seeing the cube lying on the ground turn from black to reddish-black, its fists and feet sinking into its fat.

Everyone was exhausted and panting, feeling little sense of accomplishment. Dong Shu only suffered some minor injuries.

Brother Long waved his hand, and his underlings stopped. Lin An was the smartest; he dislocated Lin An's wrist. It would have been quite difficult for him to actually hit Lin An.

Brother Long bent down, grabbed his other hand, and twisted it hard. With a snap, it was dislocated.

"Fourth Master, do you think this is alright?" Brother Long asked, panting heavily, eager to finish his task. He recalled the hardships he endured when he first entered the workforce, carrying bricks on construction sites. He never imagined that ten years later, he would still have to do such strenuous work.

Master Qin didn't want to hurt him too badly; he wanted to give the Dong family some face and just teach him a lesson.

"Alright, that's enough. Throw it out!"

When Brother Long heard Master Qin's order, his face contorted in pain. This weight? Throw him out? He was just a strong human being, not a turtle in a wishing well.

When Dong Shu wriggles around, he's harder to hold down than a pig.

Brother Long looked up and examined the structure of Qingfeng Pavilion, wondering if a forklift could get in. It seemed impossible; a lot of rosewood was used here, and he couldn't afford to pay for any damage.

Brother Long sighed, and one of his underlings thoughtfully brought over a bundle of thick hemp rope:

"Brother Long, I'll pull from the front, and the others will push from behind."

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

Two henchmen pulled from the front, while three henchmen pushed from behind.

Brother Long stood to the side, chanting: "One, two, three, heave-ho! One, two, three, heave-ho!"

It took a lot of effort for everyone to finally throw the uncooperative Dong Shu out of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Brother Long looked at Lin Xia, who was sprawled on the ground with pity, patted her shoulder, sighed, and said, "Money is hard to earn, and life is tough. This girl has it tough too." He then asked for her opinion.

"Are you going to get out of here yourself, or am I going to throw you out?"

Lin Xia tried to stand up, trembling, but her legs gave way and she collapsed back down.

Having no other choice, Brother Long grabbed her by the collar, dragged her to the entrance of Qingfeng Pavilion, and threw her out. Lin Xia had improved somewhat; this time she didn't wet herself in fear.

"Fourth Master, what should we do with this?" Brother Long asked Fourth Master Qin, pointing to the manager kneeling on the ground.

"You decide what to do. The auction is about to start. I'm going in first." After saying that, Master Qin turned around and went into the inner hall.

The manager quickly crawled to his knees at Brother Long's feet and begged for mercy:

"Brother Long, please forgive me! I really didn't know that was the young lady's distinguished guest. It's all that fatso's fault; he lied to me."

Brother Long kicked the manager hard in the face, knocking him to the ground. After all, it wouldn't be sincere not to kick someone who's been delivered to your feet.

"You damn snobbish jerk! You're blind as a bat! You dare to offend Mr. Lin!"

However, after doing physical labor all day, Brother Long was too exhausted to fight anymore. His underlings were also drenched in sweat and wanted to rest as soon as possible.

It's better to be clever than to exert effort; with two quick snaps, Brother Long dislocated the manager's wrist.

"Alright, what you're doing won't hold you back. Get out of here and never let me see you again."

Brother Long pulled the manager to his feet, patted him on the shoulder, and said...

The manager was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, and his mouth was covered in blood and foam: "Thank you, Brother Long, for sparing my life. I'll get out of here right now!"

With his two dislocated hands hanging limply, and his shoulders he dared not move too much, he swayed left and right, rolling out of Qingfeng Pavilion like a zombie.

......

Inside the auction hall, Zhou Ya couldn't hide her smile as she saw Lin An and Xu Mo walk in, and personally went forward to lead the way for Lin An.

"Lin An, you've arrived. It's been a long time."

Lin An's eyes lit up when he saw the elegantly dressed young lady: "Long time no see, Miss Zhou."

"Your seat is here, I'll take you there."

"Um."

Zhou Ya spoke politely, but the burning desire in her eyes did not escape her brother Zhou Chen's notice. He suppressed a laugh as he sized up the two. This Lin An was handsome and dignified, and from their appearances, the two seemed quite well-matched.

Zhou Ya took a step to leave, but Zhou Chen suddenly stuck out one of his feet.

The young lady tripped and swayed. Lin An reacted quickly, grabbing Zhou Ya's hand with one hand and supporting her waist with the other, barely managing to steady her.

Zhou Ya's hands were soft and white, her waist was slender and boneless, and the touch was exquisite. Lin An couldn't help but feel aroused.

When they parted, their faces were flushed, and they looked embarrassed and shy.

"Thank you, Lin An."

Lin An was unusually flustered: "I'm glad you're alright."

Seeing his little scheme succeed, Zhou Chen couldn't help but smile. He was happy to help his sister if he could; it wasn't shameful. Besides, having such a capable young man as Lin An become Zhou's son-in-law would only benefit him, not harm him. It was only a matter of time before the Zhou family became the top family in Shanghai.

Moreover, Zhou Chen was right there, so even if Lin An didn't intervene, he would reach out and catch his sister.

The attention of everyone in the room was drawn to this little incident, and a pair of fierce eyes were staring at Lin An from the crowd.

His gaze fell upon Zhao Gancheng. The Zhao family and the Zhou family were considered a good match. Zhou Ya was from a wealthy family and was also a top beauty. Therefore, he had long regarded Zhou Ya as one of his life goals. Seeing the person he cherished touching skin with someone else, he felt a surge of jealousy and anger.

Zhao Gancheng was a show-off rich kid, and he secretly thought that he would definitely trample Lin An under his feet today, kill his arrogance, and make him stay far away from Zhou Ya in the future.

Lin An was led to sit in the middle of the first row, and Zhou Ya naturally sat to his right, all of which she had arranged beforehand.

At this moment, Zhou Shengren came out of the inner hall, followed by a man wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, whose gray hair was all tied up in a Taoist bun.

When Zhou Shengren saw Lin An, he smiled and nodded as a greeting.

He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, and the old Taoist priest sat down in the same middle seat in the first row with an arrogant expression, separated from Xu Mo only by the empty seat left for putting things.

hushed whispers arose from the crowd.

“He is Master Wang from the port area. My dad specially invited him,” Zhou Ya whispered in Lin An’s ear.

Lin An asked, "Is he very capable?"

Xu Mo also came over:

“A true master, my uncle initially wanted to ask this person to look at the feng shui of my grandfather. He spent 200,000 yuan to bribe him, but he didn’t even get to meet him.”

Lin An became interested. There were still many things he didn't understand from what he had learned in the book. If he could have the opportunity to ask the master for some advice, then this trip would not have been in vain.

Zhou Shengren took the stage and gave a brief opening speech, emphasizing:

"I would like to express my special thanks to Master Wang for coming to support us this time."

Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted in the room. Master Wang stood up, squinted his eyes, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, smiled enigmatically, and then sat back down.

The applause was long and enthusiastic, which speaks volumes about Master Wang's fame and popularity.

"It would be great if Master Wang could perform a consecration ceremony today."

"That's incredibly lucky."

"Old Zhou has impressive connections; he was able to invite Master Wang."