Chapter 163: Zhao Yiniann and Daoist Bo Qing
The scruffy Daoist Bo Qing quickly coughed twice to remind Zhao Yiniann.
Zhao Yiniann stopped at once, laughing awkwardly. "Drink up, drink up."
Because the topic of conversation was rather sensitive, the maids had already been dismissed. Zhao Yiniann got up to pour the wine himself.
Daoist Bo Qing, seemingly trying to ease the atmosphere, said to Li Huiran, "President Li, do you believe in fortune-telling with divination lots?"
Li Huiran hesitated, glancing at Chen Dong out of the corner of her eye.
Chen Dong immediately spoke up. "Daoist, President Li is an elite of the new era; she naturally doesn't believe in such things. I, on the other hand, do. If you're interested, Daoist, why not read my fortune?"
Bo Qing inquired, "And might I ask who this gentleman is?"
"Chen Dong," Chen Dong said calmly.
Daoist Bo Qing and Zhao Yiniann were startled. They hadn't expected this to be Chen Dong; they had assumed he was Li Huiran's secretary. Zhao Yiniann, in particular, kept sizing Chen Dong up, trying to see what was so special about this young man his Second Grand-uncle valued so highly.
Daoist Bo Qing also became more alert, studying Chen Dong carefully. His expression gradually turned grim. "Mr. Chen, fortune-telling, astrology, and divination are all about accepting one's fate from the heavens. You are not a man who believes in fate. Why do you jest with this old Daoist?"
Chen Dong chuckled. 'This scruffy Daoist has some skills.' "I was just curious. You're taking it too seriously, Daoist."
Daoist Bo Qing shook his head and said no more.
In contrast, Zhao Yiniann suddenly became very enthusiastic, striking up all sorts of small talk with Chen Dong.
Chen Dong wasn't very interested and gave perfunctory replies. Zhao Yiniann didn't get angry, noticing Chen Dong's lack of interest, and instead turned to discuss some cooperation details with Li Huiran.
After the meal, Li Huiran announced their departure. Zhao Yiniann insisted on escorting the two to the parking garage, showing great enthusiasm and none of the airs of a young master from a major clan like the Zhao Family.
But just as they stepped out of the presidential suite, they found a pot-bellied fatty and an old man with a goatee waiting at the door.
Upon seeing Chen Dong, the Fatty and the old man's expressions instantly became eager. "Mr. Chen, we have a matter to discuss. Could we have a word in private?"
'What could the He Family want with me?' Chen Dong wondered. He didn't have a high opinion of the He Family, so he said directly, "If you have something to say, just say it here."
The Fatty and the old man hesitated for a moment, but the Fatty steeled himself, knelt before Chen Dong, and said with a sorrowful expression, "Please, Mr. Chen, save the He Family!"
Li Huiran and the others looked at the two men, confused.
Tributor Zhao spoke up. "After that incident, only the Third and Ninth Young Masters are left in the He Family's main line. Of all the Tributors, I am the only one who survived. The He Family now can't possibly support such a large enterprise. Troubles are coming one after another. We implore you, Mr. Chen, to lend the He Family a hand!"
In their eyes, Chen Dong's power at the birthday banquet had stunned all the guests. If Chen Dong were willing to back the He Family, he could surely intimidate those who were making moves against them.
Chen Dong chuckled lightly. "Why should I help you?"
Tributor Zhao's face was full of sorrow. The kneeling He Xiang kowtowed heavily and said, "Please, Mr. Chen, for the sake of my Ninth Brother, save the He Family! The He Family is willing to gift you this Jiangzhou Hotel!"
Li Huiran, Zhao Yiniann, and Daoist Bo Qing were all shocked. This six-star hotel was incredibly valuable. That the He Family was willing to pay such a price to hire Chen Dong was astonishing.
Chen Dong, however, was thinking of that chubby little kid, the Ninth Young Master. He chuckled lightly. "I understand." He then gave them Yang Mingshan's phone number and his own.
"If you run into any trouble, contact this person first. If he can't solve it, then contact me."
He Xiang and Tributor Zhao were instantly overjoyed. As long as Chen Dong was willing to help, even if he didn't show up in person, his reputation alone would make those people more restrained.
Chen Dong was currently in the Inner Realm Mystic Passage, a state where every karmic tie had to be handled with caution. This was the key reason he agreed to help the He Family. It was also a time when he couldn't get randomly involved in trouble, or he might make strange choices. That was why he entrusted the task of backing the He Family to Yang Mingshan.
With Chen Dong's promise, the two immediately took out a prepared contract, as if afraid he would go back on his word.
Chen Dong and Li Huiran followed He Xiang and Tributor Zhao to sign the contract. Zhao Yiniann and Daoist Bo Qing felt it was inappropriate to follow, so they saw them to the elevator and returned to the presidential suite.
Inside the presidential suite, Zhao Yiniann asked Daoist Bo Qing, "Bo Qing, what do you make of this Chen Dong?"
The Daoist wore a serious expression. "He's extraordinary. This humble Daoist cannot see through him! However, Yiniann, trying to win him over with power and wealth will be extremely difficult. The He Family offered him a hotel worth a fortune, yet I saw no emotional fluctuation in him. It's clear this man is not greedy for money."
If Chen Dong had heard this, he would have definitely shouted, 'No, Daoist, you've completely misjudged me!'
Daoist Bo Qing's brow furrowed as he continued, "The Lower River He Family believes that getting his help is enough to stabilize their situation. His abilities must be even greater than we know. Yiniann, you can use your Second Grand-uncle's connection to interact with him more. Relationships, after all, are built over time."
Zhao Yiniann nodded in agreement. Just then, Daoist Bo Qing's phone chimed with a notification.
Daoist Bo Qing took it out and saw it was a message. As he read it, his brow instantly furrowed, and he exclaimed, "Well, I'll be damned!"
Zhao Yiniann quickly asked, "Bo Qing, what is it?"
The Daoist handed the phone over while speaking. "A Kyushu-wide wanted notice from the Military Suppression Department. Thunder Dharma King, Chen Dong. Bounty: one hundred and thirty million. Realm: Grandmaster. Combat power: ferocious. His lightning techniques are overwhelmingly powerful. Suspected of having the combat record of killing a Heavenly General..."
On the phone was a picture of Chen Dong, along with his information.