The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 23, The Boss's Spirit

Taking a seat is nothing more than showing off, spending money to act important, and proving that you have the ability.

But that's all. The people present were basically from the same circle. They knew each other well, and it wasn't a secret how much money each person had to spend each month.

Normally, once you sit down and put the banknotes on the plate, you'll likely be stuck at home for the rest of the month, too afraid to even leave the house, because you've spent all your money.

Of course, it doesn't matter that the money is all spent; what matters is that the money was wasted!

Miss Mingyue never gave a second glance to anyone who sat down; in her heart, only literary talent could win her heart.

You can ask your family for money, but who can you ask for literary talent from?

So as time went by, people became indifferent to it. Now, those who still sit down are extremely self-confident people, with excellent social standing, cultural and academic talents, hoping to win a smile from a beautiful woman. Only those who invite others to admire the moon would do so.

Li Lang was successfully seated after being greeted by the woman in the white dress. At this point, only one seat remained for the gold-inlaid jade attendant.

"Young Master Huaiyu has arrived..."

"Hey, it's rare to see Young Master Huaiyu arrive so late..."

"Young Master Huaiyu has arrived; tonight's show is going to be quite interesting..."

At this moment, a commotion arose in the hall, with everyone whispering among themselves, their conversation a mix of banter and excitement.

Li Lang was curious and looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, it was Young Master Huaiyu. What a fitting name! It really does sound like someone who is pregnant.

This young master's physique is truly remarkable; even a fat man like the Crouching Dragon Monk would be considered a little brother in his presence.

Putting everything else aside, just the bulge of fat on her abdomen alone is something that even a woman six months pregnant wouldn't dare to compare in size to.

Of course, that's fine. But if the size of her breasts is enough to make ordinary women feel ashamed, and to suddenly feel a sense of world-weariness after seeing them is a bit much.

Young Master Huaiyu trembled with every step, his flesh swaying as he headed straight for the last seat.

Young Master Huaiyu is mostly a wealthy young man, a true son of a rich family. When Miss Mingyue plays the zither, he is always present, and among those vying for gold and jade, he always secures a seat.

Being foolish and rich is the only label that Young Master Huaiyu has on his forehead.

People like that are generally not worth messing with. After all, arguing with a fool is a very low-class thing to do, isn't it?

What's more, this fool has so much money he could smash a huge hole in the ground, so that while you fall in, he could also bury you with silver.

Young Master Huaiyu, his body jiggling with fat, was about to sit down at the table when a silver note appeared out of nowhere and landed steadily in the jade plate.

"Hey, Fatty, you're a step too late. I won't be polite then." At this moment, a richly dressed young man strode forward, plopped down in the last chair, and smiled at Young Master Huaiyu, his tone slightly teasing.

"Good, good, good. Shi Butong, you really are different. Only your good-for-nothing father could come up with such a name." When Young Master Huaiyu saw that his seat had been taken, he was only stunned for a moment, and then stopped to rest and catch his breath.

"Hehe, you don't know anything. My father is a learned man, so of course he would choose a name with lofty intentions, something extraordinary. Unlike your pig-like father, who named you something like 'Pregnant Pig'? Hmm, that's quite fitting." Shi Butong, the young master Shi, was not annoyed. He still smiled, but shook his head and retorted seriously.

This remark was met with laughter from the entire room.

Even Li Lang couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this.

Zhu Huaiyu was the only son of the Minister of Revenue, born late in his life. He was born with a birthmark on his abdomen that resembled a red jade, hence his name.

Having a child late in life is a blessing from heaven, and no amount of pampering is too much. Therefore, it is only natural that Young Master Huaiyu is so fortunate.

"You, you." Young Master Huaiyu wasn't stupid, but he wasn't very smart either. He was speechless after being rebuked by Shi Butong's few words, his face turning red with embarrassment. He didn't know how to retaliate.

Of course, this is only a disadvantage in terms of language; in other aspects, he still has advantages, such as money.

"I'm going to grab a seat!" Soon, Young Master Huaiyu remembered his advantage, waved his hand, and took out two hundred-tael silver notes to hand to the young lady who was greeting guests.

The battle for seats has officially begun.

The entire audience erupted in cheers upon seeing this.

"The boss looks energetic..."

"Young master is mighty..."

"Fatty's so cool..."

The crowd couldn't help but whistle and cheer.

These spoiled brats were all eager to see a show unfold and were not afraid of causing trouble. They had been standing there all night, waiting for this grand spectacle, which was finally about to begin.

"Come on, let's open the plates!" At this moment, a wealthy young man waved his hand and started shouting at the top of his lungs, "Buy small, win small; buy big, win big! Grit your teeth and take a gamble, and your life will be different from now on..."

The crowd burst into laughter, and a few mischievous attendants brought out some stools and chairs from somewhere, put them on the ground, and began registering and placing bets.

"You can do this?!" Li Lang was dumbfounded. This wasn't right. Wasn't it supposed to be a contest to win the title of courtesan? What are you guys doing? Are you kidding me?

"There are some talented people among these spoiled brats!" Li Lang couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hehe, youth is still the best, you really know how to have fun!" Not only Li Lang, but also an old man among the four who had already taken their seats stroked his white beard, shook his head and sighed, "Go, place a bet of one hundred taels, gambling history is different, no seats available."

The servant behind the old man heard the order and turned to leave.

Of the four people seated, besides the elderly man, there were two middle-aged men and one young man.

These three are all distinctive individuals with high recognizability.

The middle-aged men were one in black and one in white. The black one had a face as black as charcoal and wore white silk, giving the impression that even though he was in a mining area, he could be recognized at a glance as a coal mine owner.

The phrase "white-skinned and beardless, wearing black satin" clearly expresses the idea that someone loves to show off, acting like they're rich and have fair skin.

That young man was quite something; with his jade-like face and magnificent crown, he was truly a peerless gentleman.

If a young master like that were to walk out, he would definitely be the subject of a public contest to find a husband for him. If the competition were fierce, a fight might break out.

"What a remarkable person!" Li Lang exclaimed after just one glance.

The two men, one in black and one in white, remained seated as still as old dogs, their eyes showing only a hint of disdain for the group of spoiled brats.

The man pondered for a moment, then whispered something to his attendant, who nodded and walked toward the betting area.

The attendant was a young woman, dressed elegantly, with a cool and aloof demeanor, and possessing a superior figure and appearance. Given that even her attendant was of such high caliber, the identity of her mistress was difficult to fathom.

"Heh heh, you fatso, you want to challenge me? You think I'm broke?" On the other side, Shi Butong started shouting, pulling out a hundred-tael silver note and slamming it on the table, his eyes full of provocation.