Chapter 8: A Fateful Encounter

"Teach me from my little dad and mother, the grace of dripping water is reported to Yongquan. This has nothing to do with money; it is a matter of the mind. Don't say 10 million; even if these three things are worth billions upon billions, I am willing to give them to you. Because, you helped out when my Chen Xiaobei was in trouble!"

Chen Xiaobei grinned, exposing two rows of white teeth.

"Well... thank you." Lan Mengchen gently pursed her lips, somewhere in her heart touched by the sincerity of Chen Xiaobei, unable to refuse!

Seeing that Lan Mengchen accepted the gift, Chen Xiaobei was relieved and then carefully took away the remaining three Jin Yuchen, a property worth ten million yuan!

"Yes, you now have so much money. How do you plan to spend it?" Lan Mengchen asked curiously.

"I plan to buy a house in Qingteng and bring my parents from the countryside. They have worked hard for me for half a lifetime, and I want them to enjoy the future."

Chen Xiaobei said with a smile, "If you are free, help me pay attention to it. I want a better residential area. It doesn't matter if it costs more. The key is to make my parents comfortable."

"Okay." Lan Mengchen nodded lightly, a thoughtful expression on her exquisite face.

What a simple and kind boy! With a huge sum of six million, the first thing that comes to his mind is his parents! In today's society, such young people are very rare!

"Good boy! Your heart is very appetizing for the old man. Leave a phone call later. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come and find the old man!" Qin Bo greatly appreciated Chen Xiaobei and said seriously.

"Okay, whatever Qin Bo asks of me in the future, just say the word!" Chen Xiaobei cheerfully responded.

"Good to hear!" Qin Bo smiled heartily.

Looking at the young and old in front of her, Lan Mengchen's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.

Before entering the Blue House, Qin Bo was already a well-known 'Stone Buddha' Qin Yuanshan in the martial world. Although he had retired from the martial world, his reputation and influence hadn't diminished.

In the high society of Qingteng City, everyone had to give Qin Bo some face. Even in Longdu, Qin Bo's name still held weight.

For a long time, many young people wanted to win Qin Bo's favor, but none could catch his eye.

Chen Xiaobei was the only young man recognized by Qin Bo!

Unfortunately, this naive boy didn't fully understand what Qin Bo's approval meant.

Perhaps only when he steps into the martial world can he truly understand the meaning of 'shifo'!

...

Five p.m.

Chen Xiaobei and his three roommates took a taxi to Xianghu Club, the best restaurant in Qingteng City.

"Xianghu Club! It's been a long time since I've been here!" Zhang Fengyi stood at the gate and sighed.

"No, second brother, as one of the second-tier rich second generations in Qingteng City, shouldn't you be here often?"

"Nonsense, a casual meal here costs 30,000 to 50,000. Except for the top families, no one can afford to come often!" Zhang Fengyi said seriously.

"Hah, then we really owe it to Boss Chen!"

Zhou Zitao grinned and turned back, urging, "Boss Chen, hurry up! You've been playing with your mobile phone all the way down, not enough!"

"You go and order first; I'll grab a red envelope..." Chen Xiaobei lowered his head, frantically tapping away on his mobile phone.

On the way from school, someone sent a big packet in the Three Realms Red Envelope Group, triggering a frenzy of red envelope grabbing.

Unfortunately, with tens of thousands of members in the group, Chen Xiaobei grabbed away but gained nothing.

Squinting at the slowing rate of red envelope distribution, he estimated it would stop soon.

Chen Xiaobei simply stood in place and concentrated all his energy on grabbing, begging for a red envelope!

"Where's Xiao Sansan? Haven't you heard that good dogs don't stand in the way! Get aside!" Just then, an arrogant young man approached.

Chen Xiaobei was busy grabbing red envelopes and didn't have time to deal with him. He just moved a couple of steps to the side.

Suddenly, the arrogant man was dissatisfied, cursed, and said, "What the hell! Dressed like a flower boy, dare to stand at the door of Xianghu Club? Get out of my sight immediately!"

"Wen Feng! Don't make a fool!"

At this time, a majestic old man came over from a distance, followed by a group of middle-aged men and women in luxurious clothes.

"Grandpa... I'm afraid this flower boy offended you..." The arrogant man immediately shouted and whispered.

"How many times have I told you not to judge people by their appearance!" Old Man Wen sternly said.

"Yes, Grandpa, I've learned my lesson..." Wen Feng nodded quickly, the atmosphere tense.

"Young man, my grandson's education is not strict. I apologize if he has offended you," Old Man Wen approached Chen Xiaobei.

Ding!

Congratulations, grabbed Shennong's red envelope, got three bottles of Xiaobaicaoye, and deposited it in a treasure chest.

"Oh! Grabbed it!"

Chen Xiaobei was ecstatic for a while, startling Old Man Wen.

"Not only a flower boy but also a lunatic..." Wen Feng whispered, and Old Man Wen glanced at him, quickly swallowing the words that followed.

Chen Xiaobei collected himself and ignored Wen Feng. However, he now had a favorable impression of Old Man Wen. Wanting to be polite, he suddenly saw a dark aura coiling around Old Man Wen's head. This was a sign of great ferocity!

"Old man, I have a few words that may offend you, but I have to say."

Chen Xiaobei pointed out a calculation, seriously saying, "You must have a catastrophe today; you must go to thirteen miles north of the city to avoid it; otherwise, you will endanger your life!"

"Fart! Your mother's fart! Today is my grandpa's birthday, and you dare to curse the old man! It's just death!"

Wu Wenfeng exclaimed.

The middle-aged men and women around Wu showed anger, staring at Chen Xiaobei.

"I have already said what I should say. Believe it or not, it depends on you. In addition, scold me, but don't even bring up my mother! I will never be polite again!" Chen Xiaobei finished, turned, and walked away.

He was not a bad person, but he was not a pushover either.

Hot face sticking to a cold ass; only a foolish beep would do that.

"Paralytic! Are you still young enough to be energetic? This young man wants you..." Wen Feng raised his sleeve and started