Qin Yexuan got into Zhu Xiaoren's bulletproof Cadillac.
This car was nothing special in Jiangcheng, but it was quite popular in Hong Kong.
Especially since this car was a rare military-grade modification, with a portrait of the Queen hanging inside the cabin.
"Mr. Qin, please don't misunderstand. This car was originally the official vehicle of the Governor of Kowloon. It was a foreign car. After the handover, it was auctioned, and I spent twenty million to acquire it."
Zhu Xiaoren grinned widely, "We in the martial world value grandeur. Here in Hong Kong, we value luck and fortune even more. I was attracted to the kingly aura this car possesses."
Qin Yexuan found it amusing and nodded, "I heard from Chen Tiance that Mr. Zhu is a prominent figure in Hong Kong. May I ask which circle you are involved in?"
Zhu Xiaoren was a bit shocked, not expecting that this young Mr. Qin would dare to address Chen Tiance by name.
Chen Tiance was the Chairman of the Shenzhou General Chamber of Commerce.
He hastily waved his hands, "In the martial world, there are no such big shots. I am merely a hall master under the Qing Society."
The Qing Society was originally a super organization in the mainland, later dispersed. Hong Kong inherited a portion of its legacy and is considered a veteran society.
Speaking of this organization, Qin Yexuan suddenly thought of an acquaintance.
A long, long time ago, the kid he knew was from the Qing Society. He wondered what kind of status that person held now.
He said lightly, "The Qing Society is a large organization. Becoming a hall master in one region is quite impressive. I've come to Hong Kong for some business this time, and I'll be relying on you."
Zhu Xiaoren nodded vaguely, his expression showing a hint of difficulty.
Qin Yexuan's face darkened, "Hmm, is there something difficult? Tell me immediately!"
Zhu Xiaoren shivered, then sighed, "I haven't been in charge of the Qing Society for long. Regarding helping Mr. Qin this time, many brothers in the society disagree. They say they would rather offend the General Chamber of Commerce than offend the God of Gamblers, Gao Yao!"
Qin Yexuan said calmly, "Who is dissatisfied? Just tell me their names."
For some reason, Zhu Xiaoren was subdued by the aura of this young man. After a long pause, he stammered, "Tianle Ge, who holds the most power in the society, is Gao Yao's man. Therefore, he..."
Qin Yexuan interrupted him directly, "I ask you, is there a young man in the Qing Society nicknamed Eight-Faced Buddha still alive?"
Eight, Eight-Faced Buddha?!
Still, still a young man?
Zhu Xiaoren's body trembled violently, "Master Ba is already ninety-six. He retired behind the scenes thirty years ago. He is still the pillar of the Qing Society. But Sir, why do you call our Master Ba a young man?"
Qin Yexuan coughed, "Oh, I misspoke. It's Master Ba. Call him for me and say an old friend wants to see him. If he asks who it is, just say Master Qin!"
Zhu Xiaoren was stunned in the car.
This Mr. Qin spoke so casually?
Calling Master Ba?
That old man's temper was like a firecracker. If you said the wrong thing, you'd be scolded. Not to mention being scolded, if you offended Master Ba, your own position wouldn't be stable.
On the other side, Qin Yexuan smiled, "If you're afraid, then forget it."
Zhu Xiaoren didn't realize that he was facing a once-in-a-lifetime choice.
Believe Qin Yexuan, and his future would be limitless.
Disbelieve Qin Yexuan, and he would miss a great opportunity.
The胖子's eyes shifted multiple times. Finally, he gritted his teeth and took out his phone.
He took a deep breath and dialed the number.
A senile yet explosive voice immediately came from the other end, "Fatty, if you bother me with something trivial, I'll have you thrown into Hong Kong immediately."
"Eight, Eight Master, please calm your anger. I have something to tell you."
Zhu Xiaoren's words were stammering, "An old friend wants to meet you..."
The Eight-Faced Buddha, who had been active in the martial world for many years, was furious, "I'm ninety-six years old, old man. All my old friends, one by one, are all dead and buried. Are you trying to fool me because I'm old?"
At over ninety, he was still so hot-tempered, truly the same desperate fighter who had shed blood on the battlefield back then.
Qin Yexuan remembered the past and couldn't help but smile.
But Zhu Xiaoren couldn't smile at this moment; he was close to tears.
On the other end of the line, Master Ba was slurping, seemingly drinking porridge, and still cursing, "Speak, what is the name of this so-called old friend? If you can tell me his name, I'll admit you're capable!"
"He, he calls himself Master Qin..."
Huh?
The other side of the phone fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, there was a 'bang,' as if Master Ba's porridge bowl had fallen.
The Eight-Faced Buddha's voice trembled, "You, you wait a moment, is that Master Qin named Qin Yexuan? Quick, ask him clearly."
Qin Yexuan, standing nearby, casually took the phone and smiled faintly, "Ba Zai, it's me. Can we meet now?"
Wuwu...
The Eight-Faced Buddha on the other end of the line burst into tears, "I'll be there immediately, Master Qin, my dear elder brother. Even if I have to be carried, I will have them carry me over..."