CHAPTER 420: CHAPTER 110: NOT ALL VISITORS ARE GUESTS (PART 2)

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And if things were as expected, the emergency escape would be located in the host’s bedroom.

When Zeng Xuerou had just gone downstairs, passing by the staircase, she could hear the host entertaining guests and the host’s voice saying, "Damn it, daring to sell me, Huang Tengchong, counterfeit crabs."

After a brief clatter of cups and dishes, Zeng Xuerou heard the voice from earlier on the playground.

"Mr. Huang doesn’t need to be too angry. The difference between Taihu Crabs and Yangcheng Lake Crabs is indeed small, if it wasn’t for Mr. Zhou’s remarkable eyesight, we couldn’t have noticed it either,"

It was someone from the Xu Family. After hearing that voice, Zeng Xuerou felt a chill in her heart. The dinner party seemed to be going not so smoothly, probably ending on a sour note sooner rather than later. She had to escape quickly.

Xuerou turned around on the second floor and, indeed, found Huang Tengchong’s bedroom.

"Lucky me, it seems the villa owner’s thoughts were just as I predicted," the most eye-catching object in the room was the bed that could fit four or five people. Besides, from the closet full of designer brands and casually thrown Patek Philippe watch on the counter, one could tell the villa owner was a nouveau riche.

Zeng Xuerou didn’t dare to further speculate about the owner’s identity and started inspecting the bed and walls closely.

With a "click", after touching something akin to the bed lamp switch, a secret door opened.

The feast in the living room was ongoing, with Huang Tengchong angrily ordering people to remove the plate of Hairy Crabs.

"Mr. Huang needn’t take it to heart, eating crabs is all about the taste. If it wasn’t because you were breeding a large number of crabs, and if experts discovered them in the market, it would cause embarrassment. Ziang wouldn’t have brought it up," Zhou Ziang said, still drinking wine, his tone making Huang Tengchong even more embarrassed.

But what the other party said was reasonable; his batch of Hairy Crabs was prepared to be shipped to hotels and the State Guest House across the country. Making money was secondary, the key was to connect with those official guests. If they were sent out and later pointed out to be counterfeit Yangcheng Lake Crabs, the regulatory authorities would investigate, and even a hundred mouths would not be able to clear his name.

"Indeed, Boss Huang shouldn’t be too bothered. In my opinion, the crabs taste absolutely fine. I didn’t expect Boss Huang to have such great breeding techniques to fatten up the crabs several months in advance and, with only the water and soil of Beijing, you managed to cultivate a taste that rivals the local crabs," Xu Song also smoothed things over.

Huang Tengchong felt validated by these words, thinking to himself that Zhou Ziang really should stay in the laboratory, not even capable of basic courtesy. With tonight’s atmosphere, he insisted on being the wet blanket, intent on making his dinner party go downhill.

However, Huang Tengchong knew that he had to say the right courteous things to not make the distinguished guests think he was deceiving them: "Ah, not to hide from you, Mr. Huang here has been breeding in Beijing for more than a decade, due to the high quality of the products I’ve edged out some unscrupulous traders and made quite a few enemies. This time, someone must have known that I had high-quality crab seedlings and secretly switched them. For such people, I will find them out and teach them a lesson."

Little did Huang Tengchong know, Zhou Ziang intended to end the dinner early, to follow Xu Song and find the missing student.

The golden Hairy Crabs were sidelined, and Zhou Ziang stood up, glass in hand, approaching Xu Song, "Mr. Xu, you would be the eldest son of Xu Changfu, the Political Advisor from Guangdong, right?"

Seeing Zhou Ziang wanting to make his acquaintance, Xu Song felt flattered and hastily raised his glass to return the gesture.

Huang Tengchong also took the chance to flatter: "Indeed, Mr. Xu is Mr. Xu’s eldest son and the future heir of the Xu family."

Hearing these words, Xu Song showed a hint of happiness across his face, raising his glass more frequently, "You are really too kind. The Xu family is full of talent; Xu here is the least capable, and I do not dare to boast."

Between Xu Song’s gestures and the fragrance of Mandala, Zhou Ziang confirmed his suspicions, his eyebrows slightly raised as his words hinted at something: "Calling Mr. Xu ’elder’ is not quite right."

Huang Tengchong heard this and became furious. Was this youngster here to ruin the party tonight? He complained about the fake crabs and now even about referring to an elder as Mr. Xu. "Mr. Zhou, what do you mean by this? What’s wrong with us, the younger generation, addressing an elder as Mr. Xu?"

"It’s not wrong to call someone elder, but as far as I know, Mr. Xu Changfu is not old at all, he is very fit and not inferior to young people," speaking of this, Xu Song couldn’t conceal his lack of happiness, seeming somewhat dejected, his father was even stronger than him.

In terms of cultivation, Xu Changfu was much higher than Xu Song, he didn’t know how many years he would have to wait for his father to step down.

This time, Bo Hao’s death was unjust, and his father agreed to let him go to Beijing only after his incessant requests. Before leaving, he even criticized him for being a worthless father, saying his son couldn’t even save his own life.

"I didn’t expect Mr. Zhou to just return from overseas, yet you seem very knowledgeable about domestic affairs, and you appear to be quite familiar with my father, I wonder..." Xu Song covertly probed.

"That’s not the case, it’s just that Ziang is very interested in the Xu family’s research in the field of pharmaceuticals. I wonder if after dinner, I could have a private chat with Mr. Xu," Zhou Ziang extended an invitation. Xu Song, thinking about the "murderer" upstairs who needed to be dealt with, wasn’t sure whether to accept Zhou Ziang’s invitation.

Hesitating, security outside inquired, "Mr. Huang, there are two visitors outside."

More guests? First, Zhou Ziang came, and now two more guests arrived at once. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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