Zhang Rufen was startled.
But upon seeing someone blocking Xue Liuren, she quickly retorted, "What does your sister's death have to do with me? She died of illness, not poison. You're a grown man, stop slandering me, a woman."
"Enough!"
Su Qishan gritted his teeth.
These idiots, shouting here, were they not embarrassed enough?
Suddenly.
A gasp arose from the surrounding crowd.
"That's… Qian Fuhua! The richest man in our Yunhai City!"
"He's actually here for the banquet too."
"Look, he's walking towards the pavilion over there."
Hearing the whispers around them.
Su Qishan and his wife, along with Xue Liuren and his wife, quickly looked towards where Zhou Yu, Su Yuyan, and Xue Meimei were.
Indeed.
The richest man in Yunhai City was walking in that direction.
But why was he going there?
Did the richest man also enjoy watching drama?
"Let's go, let's go over too."
Su Qishan pondered for a moment and said to Zhang Rufen.
Although Qian Fuhua had no family backing him, as the richest man in Yunhai, he himself was a complex network of connections.
Since ancient times, money and power had been inseparable.
Therefore, Su Qishan wanted to take this opportunity to see if he could latch onto Qian Fuhua, this walking treasure.
The Xue Liuren couple, seeing this, followed closely.
Their daughter, Xue Meimei, was still there, and no matter what, they had to go and see.
In the crowd.
No matter how Zhou Yu presented irrefutable evidence proving the mural was authentic, Xue Meimei stubbornly insisted it was fake.
"You're saying so much, and I don't understand any of it. It's all based on your word to distinguish between real and fake, right?"
Xue Meimei crossed her arms, entering her unreasonable mode.
She knew that none of these people were experts who understood.
Therefore, as long as she held her ground, Zhou Yu could never win.
However.
Zhou Yu had spoken so articulately that many of the onlookers, elderly gentlemen, nodded frequently, and Xue Meimei's heart began to waver.
Could this mural be real?
No! She couldn't lose!
Even if the mural was real, as long as no expert came forward to judge, she would never admit it!
If she lost, she would have to kneel, slap herself, and call herself a slut.
This punishment was too humiliating; she couldn't afford to lose.
"I present evidence, you say you don't understand, and there are no experts in ancient murals here, so tell me, what do you want to do?" Zhou Yu spread his hands.
He realized that Xue Meimei wasn't entirely useless.
At least this woman knew how to be stubborn.
"You find someone, someone who understands murals, and then we can determine the winner." Xue Meimei said triumphantly.
She was certain.
Zhou Yu wouldn't be able to find an expert qualified to judge!
If it went on like this, they could at least call it a draw.
Su Yuyan, seeing her cousin intent on holding out, was both angry and anxious.
When it came to being unreasonable, Xue Meimei had been playing this game since childhood.
Su Yuyan's lips moved, about to speak.
Suddenly, a deep voice reached everyone's ears.
"Who says there's no one here who understands murals?"
Everyone turned their heads and was instantly stunned.
The richest man in Yunhai City, Qian Fuhua!
Why was he here?
Seeing the fat Qian appear here, even Zhou Yu was slightly taken aback.
He remembered asking this guy the day before yesterday if he was going to the welcome banquet arranged by the female war god, and the latter had said he was busy.
"Director Qian!"
"Director Qian!"
"Boss Qian, long time no see."
Qian Fuhua's appearance naturally caused quite a stir.
Many acquaintances who had done business with him before came forward to greet him.
The people from various families around them also wisely cleared a path.
Qian Fuhua was twice the size of an ordinary person. If they didn't move, the pavilion wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.
"I saw such liveliness here and didn't intend to get involved, but then I heard someone say that many people were gathered around a mural, making a bet," Qian Fuhua said with a smile.
His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on Zhou Yu.
"Zhou…"
Before the fat Qian could say the second word.
Zhou Yu interjected, "Boss Qian, I didn't expect to see you here."
As he spoke, he gave Qian Fuhua a meaningful glance that only the two of them could understand.
Zhou Yu: Don't expose my identity.
Qian Fuhua: I understand.
"Mr. Zhou!" Qian Fuhua changed his address.
He cupped his hands towards Zhou Yu, his attitude very respectful.
Oh my god!
Look what I'm seeing!
Everyone around was shocked by this scene.
The chairman of Tianlan Group, Qian Fuhua, actually knew this young man who was making a bet?
And judging by their interaction, their relationship seemed unusual.
To be called 'Mister' by the richest man in Yunhai City, there was probably no one else in Yunlan Mountain Villa who could be!
Who exactly was this young man named Zhou Yu?
For a moment.
The onlookers began to speculate about Zhou Yu's background and identity.
"Director Qian, there's no need to be so polite. I just helped you with a small favor," Zhou Yu chuckled.
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on him.
Zhou Yu could only speak in riddles.
He only mentioned helping Qian Fuhua with a small favor, without specifying what it was.
And Qian Fuhua understood immediately: "Ah! Even a small favor is a favor. In short, I, Qian, owe you a debt of gratitude. If you have any requests in the future, I, Qian, will never refuse!"
"If there's an opportunity, I will certainly ask for your help, Director Qian."
"You're too kind, too kind."
The two of them thus put on a show in front of everyone.
At this time.
Someone stepped forward to explain, "Director Qian, it was that young lady and this… this Mr. Zhou, who are betting on the authenticity of this mural. And the stakes are not small!"
Qian Fuhua asked in surprise, "Oh?"
His gaze shifted to Xue Meimei.
In fact, Qian Fuhua had seen the situation here from afar when Xue Meimei and Zhou Yu started betting.
He had originally intended to help his 'little boss' a bit.
And then pretend to 'accidentally' meet 'Doctor Zhou,' thereby raising Zhou Yu's status and reputation.
But the 'little boss' had subtly signaled him not to expose his identity.
'Doctor Zhou' might sound a bit flashy, so Qian Fuhua changed it to 'Mr. Zhou.'
This way.
It not only showed his relationship with the 'little boss' but also avoided exposure.
"Qian… Qian… Qian…"
Being scrutinized by Qian Fuhua, Xue Meimei felt uncomfortable all over.
She stammered "Qian, Qian, Qian," but couldn't figure out how to address Qian Fuhua.
Director Qian? Boss Qian? Or Uncle Qian?
Xue Meimei felt that no matter which title she used, it didn't sound quite right.
Unable to blurt out a title for a long time, she was so anxious that she almost burst into tears.
Just then, her savior arrived.
"Meimei!"
"Mom!"
Seeing her parents appear, Xue Meimei quickly rushed over and threw herself into her mother's arms.
Zhou Yu and Su Yuyan also saw the Su Qishan couple.
But neither of them was prepared to greet them.
Su Qishan looked at his daughter, his expression displeased, but he ultimately held back.