I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan Chapter 603 - 431 Suffering

Upon hearing Tang Nan’s words, Zheng Zhong let out a cold laugh, his gaze icy.

Tang Nan had never seen such a look in Zheng Zhong’s eyes before.

The next second, Zheng Zhong swung his hand and slapped Tang Nan across the face. He did not hold back at all; the slap sent Tang Nan spitting out a mouthful of blood, his whole body tumbling to the ground in a stunned daze.

Only then did Zheng Zhong turn to Xia Liang, clasping his fist. "Thank you for today, Master Xia. If it weren’t for your enlightennt, I fear I would have spent my whole life raising another man’s son. I’ll take my leave now."

Having learned all this, Zheng Zhong had no desire to stay any longer. After snorting at Tang Nan on the ground, he left the He Family premises.

anwhile, Tang Nan completely lost his composure on the floor. He crawled towards Xia Liang, looking as if he was about to attack. However, He Youling rely chuckled coldly, and his bodyguards swiftly grabbed Tang Nan and threw him out the door.

Without Zheng Zhong’s presence, they had no need to show any courtesy to Tang Nan. The doors closed, and the banquet fell back into silence, as if nothing had happened.

However, the eyes of many guests at the banquet now held a deep wariness towards Xia Liang.

From beginning to end, it was just a few words from Xia Liang that had caused such a commotion.

Is this what a true Diviner is? With no action, just a few words can bring fortune from thin air or bring a family to ruin!

Now, even if Xia Liang offered to perform a divination for them, they wouldn’t dare accept. Everyone was searching their mories, wondering if they had done anything to feel guilty about.

Xia Liang just gave a faint smile and raised his cup to the crowd. "Co, let us continue drinking."

After the departures of Commander Zheng Zhong and Tang Nan, the banquet returned to its proper course. After a few drinks, almost everyone had forgotten the earlier incident and resud exchanging toasts.

After the third round of drinks, the banquet began to wind down, with so guests even preparing to leave. Guests from other tables and the younger mbers of the He Family also ca forward to toast Xia Liang. Even a brief acquaintance with him was a good talking point.

Even He Wei, who had been harboring ulterior motives from the start, walked over to Xia Liang with a cup in hand.

Seeing He Wei, who clearly had sothing to hide, dared not look him in the eye, and was even trembling slightly with fear, Xia Liang found it sowhat amusing.

He knew that today’s main event was about to begin.

"Master Xia, I’ve long heard of your na. I offer you a toast. I’ll drink first, and you may do as you please," He Wei said, his voice trembling, afraid he might give himself away. Before he could finish speaking, he downed the wine in his cup.

Xia Liang, however, sat quietly at the head of the main table, watching He Wei with a faint smile, not raising his cup.

At the sa ti, so guests began approaching He Youling to say their goodbyes, but He Wei stopped them.

He Wei coughed a few tis, drawing the attention of everyone at the banquet.

"He Wei, what are you doing?" Elder He asked, looking puzzled.

After downing another glass of wine, He Wei addressed the crowd. "It is a great honor for our He Family to have Master Xia visit us today. I haven’t been this happy in a long ti. It just so happens that I know two Great Mages from Xiangjiang. How about, as a finale, we have this Grand Sorcerer show us a few tricks to liven things up?"

With that, He Wei clapped his hands.

Two figures slowly walked in from the doorway. They wore strange, monk-like robes and had various odd symbols painted on their faces. The mont they entered, the temperature in the room seed to drop significantly.

"Greetings, Elder He." The two n walked up to He Youling and greeted him.

But their gazes uncontrollably kept shifting towards Xia Liang, their eyes still filled with a lingering fear.

The image of Zutuo’s death was etched deep in their minds, and they had been sleepless for the past few days. Although He Wei had said that Elder He knew nothing of their connection to Zutuo, and that Xia Liang hadn’t said anything either—perhaps because he simply didn’t know they were Zutuo’s disciples or hadn’t divined the truth—they were still extrely worried. It wasn’t until they stood before Xia Liang and saw he had no reaction that they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"This is Mage Zeng Long," He Wei introduced, then gestured to the second person. "And this is Mage Zeng Long’s junior brother, Zeng Hu."

"Greetings, Mages," He Youling said, giving them a nod. He still didn’t understand what He Wei was up to. Why did he suddenly call people here to liven things up?

The surrounding guests wore similarly puzzled looks.

"Zeng Long and Zeng Hu? I’ve never heard of them. I know many Mages from Xiangjiang; how have I never heard of these two?"

"Right, I haven’t heard of them either," chid in another guest.

He Wei smiled at those who were asking. "These two Mages usually avoid fa and profit, always cultivating in seclusion, withdrawn from the world. It’s perfectly normal that you don’t know them. It wasn’t easy for to invite them here to add to the fun for Elder He."

Despite what He Wei said, many speculative looks still lingered in the crowd, and it was at this mont that Wu Tong spoke up.