Although Zhang Chengfeng is already eighty years old, he looks like he is only in his sixties or seventies. He has an upright posture and walks steadily. When he opens his mouth, his loud voice can be heard for miles.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the Shen family kid actually knew Miss Ji. Come on, hurry up, the tea leaves were just picked and boiled with the morning dew."

Shen Baizhou said jokingly, "I haven't seen Mr. Zhang for many years, but he's still in good health. No wonder he was able to have another son a few years ago."

Zhang Nannan widened her eyes and secretly looked at the old man in front of her.

I can’t tell, I really can’t tell at all.

Shen Tianchen had a gossipy look on his face, lowering his head slightly between Zhang Nannan and Ji Yu. His voice was very low, but one could also feel the obvious suppressed smile.

"Mr. Zhang has a wife, eight concubines, and countless mistresses. The youngest son he had a few years ago was born to a mistress who was kept outside. He wasn't very lucky. He was supposed to move to the Zhang residence, but he died before they could move."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Yu and Zhang Nannan couldn't help but imagine countless melodramatic plots in their heads.

Although this old man's woman is not as good as the old monarch of Daxia, she is not much inferior to some ministers and princes. Such a backyard is mostly not peaceful, and the unrest in the houses in each courtyard is simply a source of entertainment for Ji Yu in his boring days.

However, in this world where monogamy is clearly stipulated, this kind of thing can still happen.

Legally, a man can only have one wife, but it is not uncommon for members of large families to keep several concubines in their yard, and for several women to live together in harmony.

Although rare, it does exist.

Zhang Nannan had to go to a place for a field investigation for work reasons. In that tourist town, she found that several wealthy families had more than one wife.

She was shocked at the time, but after staying there for a long time, the only thought that remained was respect and blessing.

A group of people seeking wealth, one person seeking sex, these are other people's lives, she is just a passerby and just watches, but she never expected that one day she would be so close to such people.

She looked at the people around her calmly. None of them showed any major emotional fluctuations. It looked like they were listening to something as ordinary as drinking boiled water.

So this is what the world of the rich is like.

"Ahem."

Zhang Chengfeng coughed dryly a few times and looked at Shen Tianchen angrily.

"You little kid, if it weren't for the fact that you're that old man's grandson, I would have spanked you long ago."

Shen Tianchen was not afraid, but put the things in his hand on the table and pushed them over.

"My uncle and I prepared this birthday present for you. It's a great thing, a limited edition. Only 500 pieces will be sold worldwide. Yeah, only 500 pieces will be sold worldwide."

Zhang Chengfeng's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly, "The pair of sneakers that JA just released?"

“That’s right!”

"Okay, okay, okay, I knew that the younger generation of your Shen family is the most caring, hahahaha."

Zhang Chengfeng took the birthday gift and put it down on the table on the other side. Ji Yu and Zhang Nannan only then realized that although the other party was wearing a long gown and a jacket, he was wearing a pair of brand new sneakers on his feet.

It’s so trendy.

"Master, I suddenly feel that it was very foresighted of you to ask me to choose a birthday gift before you went out."

Zhang Nannan started by preparing tea, which always works well for the elderly, but Ji Yu ended up making a facial mask.

"Mr. Zhang, I specially developed this mask. Apply it once and your skin will not age any further within three years."

"This, this is a good thing, so precious, I'm so embarrassed."

Although Zhang Chengfeng said he was sorry, his hand did not stop receiving the gift at all.

"You guys understand me. Look at what those people out there are giving me: blue and white porcelain, white porcelain, tea leaves. Look at what I need."

"Oh, I have the honor to meet Miss Ji today. Let me, an old man, see that I can deprive Shen Baizhou of his title as the best of the younger generation."

After hearing this, Wang Zihao, who was standing behind Zhang Chengfeng, felt a lot more relieved.

Not for any reason, just because he was the second person of the younger generation, but now he is the third.

Several people were chatting in the tea room. As night fell, a man in black came in from outside with a panicked look on his face.

"Master, something bad has happened."

"Can't you see there are guests here? If you have something to say, just take your time and tell me. It's embarrassing to be so flustered."

The other party took a breath and said, "Master, someone died in the pond in the front yard."

The tea that Zhang Chengfeng just drank instantly choked his throat.

"Ahem, who died?"

"The seventh concubine who just returned from abroad."

Zhang Chengfeng's face changed, he put down his teacup and immediately stood up and left.

Ji Yu smiled faintly and drank the steaming hot tea in his hand in one gulp.

"Boss Ji, next time you smile, don't look so villainous."

Shen Baizhou almost thought that she was the one who killed the person. If he didn't know Ji Yu a little bit, he would have known that if the other party really wanted to kill someone, he would definitely ask in advance if it was okay.

Ji Yu instantly retracted the smile on his face, clapped his hands and said, "Let's go out and take a look."

On the way to the front yard, she asked the person next to her: "Mr. Shen, do you know what treasures the Zhang family has obtained before? For example, it can suppress evil, or even the legendary treasure that can resurrect people?"

The last sentence made Shen Baizhou's eyelids twitch.

"The dead cannot be resurrected. If something can be resurrected, it is most likely evil. Although Mr. Zhang is disrespectful and has played up his Buddhist ways a bit, he still has the proper sense of propriety."

"He does have a sense of propriety, but the backyard is too messy, so it's hard to grasp this sense of propriety. Look, that person lying in the pond is his seventh wife."

At this moment, the pond was surrounded by guests. When they were about to finish their meal, a scream broke the silence of the night.

The seventh concubine of the Zhang family, who had just returned to China, was floating quietly on the pond with a peaceful expression on her face, as if she was asleep.

Everyone present was from the Xuanmen sect, and they were calm. They immediately tried to confirm whether the man was killed by a person or an evil creature.

"There are no obvious wounds, and there is still resentment on the body. It is likely that he was killed by a fierce ghost."

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was angry.

"What a courageous little devil! With so many of us here, he actually dared to kill someone. What a provocation! I must catch this evil ghost tonight and shatter his soul to pieces."

"This ghost is simply slapping us in the face. There are several masters here, and he actually dared to attack us. He must be tired of living."

Wang Zihao's expression was solemn. He looked at the strong resentment emanating from the female corpse and said with certainty, "It's not a fierce ghost, but maybe a ghost general?"

"Not a ghost general."

Shen Baizhou folded his arms and sneered.