Ji Fengming glanced sideways, a half-smile playing on his lips: "A business collaboration, huh?"
"Yes, yes, yes," the middle-aged man with a goatee said with a forced smile, swallowing frequently as he impatiently tried to rush into the house.
“We’re not short of money. We can afford even the most expensive furs in the mainland. Let’s forget about this business deal. Please leave.” Ji Fengming grabbed the man with the goatee by the back of his collar and threw him out.
"Bang!"
With a bang, the door slammed shut, deliberately making a loud noise as the bolt was fastened.
The man with the goatee: "!!!"
No, did this guy even recognize him?
Hearing the sounds of revelry continuing to emanate from inside, and smelling the rich aroma of food and wine nearby, the goatee-bearded man's stomach churned with ravenous hunger. He felt he had never been so hungry before, and he was truly unwilling to leave.
But it would be embarrassing to knock on the door again and go in.
While he was hesitating and in a dilemma.
The laughter and chatter in the room suddenly fell silent. Ji Fengming's teasing voice rang in the goatee man's ear: "You big liar, do you think that I've been wandering the martial world for a year, so I can't lift a knife anymore, and my eyesight has deteriorated?"
Upon hearing this, the goatee-bearded man's tiny, bean-sized turtle eyes lit up:
He knew it!
When has the young master of Donglongmen ever been fooled? He definitely recognized him!
So this meal... has a chance!
"Hehehe, young master has a good eye," Ma Chengrao, the all-knowing scholar, said with a smile, leaning against the door and pushing it hard.
The door wasn't open. How embarrassing.
The soft clinking of cups, bowls, and plates continued to echo in the room, and the aromas of food and wine remained rich and enticing.
But no one spoke.
Ma Chengrao swallowed hard, then said in a fawning tone, "Young Master, didn't you ask someone to invite me? Please open the door, let's sit down and talk things over slowly, it's all easy to discuss."
"The person I had invited is the all-knowing scholar of the martial arts world. Although he is ugly, he is at least passable. Who are you?" Ji Fengming casually shook the wine bowl in his hand, deliberately using his internal energy to make the tempting aroma of the wine waft out through the crack in the door.
Hot pot was invented by Yao'er, and most people have never eaten it before. Maybe you can just bear with it.
But this fine wine is something that most people in the martial arts world cherish like their own lives.
Ma Chengrao, the all-knowing scholar, had only two things in his life: good books and fine wine. If he smelled the aroma of this wine, he would sell his knees and back and would never be willing to turn away.
Ma Chengrao: "...!"
You're the ugly one, your whole family looks... This wine smells fucking good!
“Young Master is right. My disguise skills are somewhat lacking, and I have offended your eyes for no reason. However, I have removed all the unsightly things from my face. If you don’t believe me, please open the door and take a look.” As Ma Chengrao spoke, he pulled hard on his face.
After removing the human skin mask and wig, Ma Chengrao reverted to his shameless old scholar appearance, sporting a lewd grin that had no morals whatsoever.
"I don't believe you, you big liar!" Ji Fengming continued to fan the aroma of wine through the crack in the door, teasing him as he went.
We dared to make them wait all the way.
Ha, this old swindler is getting bolder with age!
"They've all gone! If you don't believe me, come and take a look. Just one look won't hurt you, and you won't be fooled." Ma Chengrao was so enticed by the aroma of the wine that he almost wanted to kick the door open and barge in. He became even more shameless and unscrupulous in his shouting.
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