As soon as he said this, Tang Pengfei's family was stunned, and then a look of shock appeared on their faces.
Did they hear that right?
Although they had initially guessed that Ma Anguo's sudden appearance was likely related to Qin Ning, how could they have ever imagined that Ma Anguo would actually say such a thing?
As the top leader of Modu, for him to meet Qin Ning, he actually needed them to pass on a message first to see if it was convenient?
How was that possible?
This was a true high-ranking official!
"Uh... O-Okay, President Ma, please wait a moment."
Recovering from his shock, Tang Pengfei quickly reacted and, supported by Su Hongping and his daughter, hurried into the banquet hall.
Meanwhile, Shen Jun, who had been punished by being made to stand at the door, almost fainted from fright.
He had clearly heard the conversation between Ma Anguo and Tang Pengfei, and right now, his soul was about to leap out of his body.
Just what kind of terrifying power did the current Qin Ning possess?
Even a figure of Ma Anguo's caliber had to have someone announce him first before meeting him?
Shen Jun wouldn't have dared to imagine such a thing even in his wildest dreams.
"Let him in. Also, I'll have to trouble you, old master, to arrange a new private room for us."
After hearing Tang Pengfei's words, Qin Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Okay, okay, Young Master Qin, I'll have someone arrange it immediately!" Tang Pengfei replied.
A short while later, inside a private room, the waiters brought out the dishes and set them on the table. Qin Ning's group hadn't been seated for long when Tang Pengfei arrived, bringing Ma Anguo with him.
Ma Anguo had never met Qin Ning, nor had he even seen a photo of him, but he wasn't stupid. Seeing the young man sitting in the seat of honor, he immediately realized that this must be Young Master Qin, and he quickly and carefully walked over.
"Hello, Young Master Qin. I am Ma Anguo, it is a pleasure to meet you."
He bowed slightly but didn't dare to extend his hand, because in Ma Anguo's eyes, he might not be qualified to shake hands with the other party.
This was an existence that even Elder Zeng respected, possessing an extremely special and mysterious identity.
"President Ma, there's no need to be so polite. Please, have a seat."
Qin Ning smiled and spoke politely.
From Ma Anguo's facial features, he could see the man's pragmatism and benevolence. Modu's rapid development over the years into a world-renowned, first-tier metropolis was not just due to the state's substantial assistance in construction; Ma Anguo's contributions were absolutely indispensable.
Ma Anguo was somewhat flattered, and at the same time, pleasantly surprised. He hadn't expected this Young Master Qin to be so easygoing and much easier to communicate with than he had imagined.
At the dining table, the atmosphere was harmonious as everyone began to chat.
Xia Fei, Zhou Ping'an, Zhong Mingyuan, and the others also introduced themselves one after another.
This thoroughly shocked Su Xingwan, Lin Hongying, and Luo Ze.
How could they have imagined that, aside from Wang Er and Cai Cheng, every single one of these friends around Qin Ning was a top-tier young master?
"Oh? So Young Master Qin's sister is in the real estate industry? It just so happens that our Jinghong Group has recently been wanting to participate in real estate investments over in Liushi. I'll have someone go over and make contact later. At that time, I hope Xiao Fei can look after us."
When the topic shifted to the Feiya Group, Cai Kun's eyes lit up.
Since Qin Fei was Qin Ning's sister, rushing to curry favor with her was definitely the right move.
Wang Lin and Xu Kaiyu weren't willing to be outdone either, both expressing their desire to get involved.
"Uncle Wang, Uncle Xu, Uncle Cai, when the time comes, you can just have your people contact Weiyang and Sister Gu regarding these matters. Right now, they are the ones handling almost everything at the company," Qin Fei said with a smile.
Before coming to Modu, Gu Siyu's company had also merged into the Feiya Group. Now, both she and Cheng Weiyang held shares and served as general managers.
As she spoke, Qin Fei looked at Cheng Weiyang and Gu Siyu again. "Weiyang, Sister Gu, I'll have to trouble you with these matters when the time comes. However, the company's scale seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and it will probably be even busier in the future. How about we find someone else to help share the load?"
"Xiao Fei, do you have a candidate in mind?" Gu Siyu asked.
Qin Fei smiled and nodded, then looked at Su Xingwan beside her. "Sister Su, aren't you also working in Liushi? Plus, you're a supervisor at a listed company, so you must be very good at management. Do you want to consider coming over to our Feiya Group?"
"Me?"
Su Xingwan was surprised. "Can I... really do it? I'm just a minor supervisor..."
"It's fine, Sister Su. Weiyang didn't know how to do it at first either, but someone taught her. Besides, as long as you come, I'll give you the same treatment as Weiyang and Sister Gu—ten percent of the shares. What do you think?" Qin Fei said.
Initially, Cheng Weiyang was given two percent of the shares, but later Qin Fei directly increased it to ten percent. The same went for Gu Siyu.
After Wang Er gifted the plot of land last time, the current Feiya Group's market value was approaching the hundred-billion level. Both of them were now worth tens of billions each.
"Give me ten percent of the shares?"
Su Xingwan was thoroughly stunned, and beside her, the hearts of Tang Pengfei, Su Hongping, and the others were also racing.
They had just heard some things about the Feiya Group and knew it was a massive company worth hundreds of billions.
Ten percent of the shares?
Wouldn't that be tens of billions?
Tang Pengfei was completely dumbfounded. He had worked hard his entire life just to barely establish a foothold in Modu, accumulating a net worth of nearly a hundred million.
Good heavens, just by virtue of being Qin Ning's classmate, his granddaughter had instantly leaped into becoming a billionaire businesswoman?
"Sister Su, then it's settled."
Without waiting for Su Xingwan to respond, Qin Fei directly finalized the decision for her.
Soon, they had eaten and drunk their fill. It was getting late, and the guests outside began to leave one after another.
Qin Ning also stood up, then took out a box and handed it to Tang Pengfei. "Old Master, I came in a hurry today and didn't prepare anything special. This is my congratulatory gift."
"I am already deeply honored that Young Master Qin could come."
Tang Pengfei, feeling flattered, took the box. He didn't know what was inside, guessing it might be an item made of gold.
A golden Buddha or something similar?
"I'll be taking my leave for today. There's no need to see us out, Old Master; we are staying in the hotel upstairs," Qin Ning said.
"Alright, then I'll have Xingwan walk you out," Tang Pengfei said.
Soon, Qin Ning's group left the private room.
"Congratulations, Old Master. I didn't expect Young Master Qin to actually give you this."
Xu Kaiyu, Ma Anguo, and the others hadn't left yet. Looking at the box in Tang Pengfei's hands, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel a surge of envy.
Because he knew it was a miraculous medicine.
His own father-in-law had taken a pill not long ago, and not only had his body recovered, but he had also become much younger.
"President Wang knows what this is?" Tang Pengfei was taken aback.
Wang Lin nodded solemnly. "It is no exaggeration to say that the value of the item inside has far exceeded all of your imaginations. A hundred billion, no, a trillion or even more money could not buy it."
As soon as he said this, everyone present was shocked.
"Old Wang, aren't your words a bit of an exaggeration?" Ma Anguo was somewhat skeptical.
"Hehe, whether it's an exaggeration or not, you will all know once Old Master Tang opens it and takes a look, won't you?" Wang Lin chuckled.
Hearing this, Tang Pengfei's curiosity also reached its peak. He opened the wooden box right in front of everyone.
Inside quietly lay a perfectly round pill about the size of a thumb.
"A pill?" Everyone was taken aback.
"This is no ordinary pill, but a true divine elixir."
Wang Lin continued, "Old Master, why don't you consume it right now and see? Then you will all realize that I wasn't exaggerating in the slightest."
"Alright."
Tang Pengfei nodded. Without giving it a second thought, he picked up the pill and popped it into his mouth.
Immediately after, a series of gasps rang out across the private room.
Everyone who had not yet left was completely dumbfounded. With expressions of absolute disbelief, they stared in shock at the visible changes occurring to Tang Pengfei's body.
"So that's why! So that's why!"
Ma Anguo's body could not help but tremble. He finally understood why even Elder Zeng treated Qin Ning with such profound respect.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
