Chapter 63

Chapter 63

The wind blew chaotically through the Yi Feng trees.

What is this mess?

Wu Yonghong and four old men said they had something urgent to attend to and hurried off, leaving a pile of junk in front of Yi Feng's counter!The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.

What are they saying? Part of it was what he had asked for earlier, and the rest was for the rake money from last time?

But if you owe me rake money, you should pay up. What's with leaving this pile of junk?

Yi Feng was really speechless!

This junk was an eyesore.

A pair of boots, looked kind of like rain boots; a tattered old umbrella with all kinds of messy flower patterns; some other unrecognizable junk...

Oh well!

Wu probably didn't have the money to pay for the rake, but felt bad about it, so he left these bits of junk from home to make up for it.

Luckily, Yi Feng wasn't short on money anymore.

Truth be told, the rain boots and umbrella could come in handy for him. He could wear the boots and bring the tattered umbrella when he went out drinking on a rainy day. Not bad at all!

"Awoo!"

Just then, the dog let out a howl.

Yi Feng glanced at him but ignored him.

However, Ao Qing kept on howling. It was the instinct of a demon beast, especially when sensing something frightening.

At the moment, his eyes were fixed on a small door behind Yi Feng.

He wanted to see whether the culture and knowledge of this different world was superior, or if his own 5,000 years of Chinese heritage was stronger.

...

"A poetry convention?"

In a courtyard, Yao Ling'er looked at the news in her hand, her pretty eyebrows slightly raised.

These days, through various means, she had roughly figured out the living conditions of this mysterious youth.

She was certain.

He was an unparalleled grandmaster who had descended into the mortal world to experience life.

Since it was an ordinary poetry convention, this was a rare opportunity for her.

...

"Daughter, your father has some things to say to you today."

In another luxurious courtyard, Mao Lin looked at his daughter Mao Yun'er and spoke gravely, "Daughter, let me ask you, what do you think of the author of Dream of the Red Chamber and Supreme Treasure?"

"Father, what...do you mean by this?"

Mao Yun'er said softly. As she spoke, her pretty face couldn't help turning red.

"To be honest, because of this Supreme Treasure, our Company might lose the edge in competing for the top Company. So I'm asking you to get close to that Yi Feng, even...even..."

At this point, Mao Lin's old face turned red and he really couldn't say it out.

He never imagined that a country bumpkin would push him to this point.

"Father, I understand what you mean. I will do my best..." From Mao Lin's obvious intentions, Mao Yun'er didn't seem to have any other opinions.