Return of the Immort Chapter 382 - 384 Guangdong’s Morning Tea [7\/10]

Chapter 382: Chapter 384 Guangdong’s Morning Tea [7/10]

Wu Tian didn’t understand who the little one was talking about.

After so thought, the little one said, "Her face is shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly. But through the haze, I could tell she is beautiful beyond words. She embodies the refined spirit of the Han River and the graceful elegance of Ei, like a Fairy lost to the Mortal Realm. Her beauty is like the moon reflected on the waters of Jiangnan—limpid, graceful, and ethereal. She is pure and exceptional, with a transcendent beauty, an otherworldly Fairy as lovely as a Heavenly God. It is as if a goddess has descended, a woman of such exquisite beauty she seems not of this world."

Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan were both speechless.

"Oops! I accidentally showed off my literary talent!" The little one smiled sheepishly. "But she really is a Fairy... like a white-clad Empress, a peerless master of this era!"

Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed. I know who she’s talking about. Logically, the little one shouldn’t have been able to et her. The only possibility is the Wind and Cloud Overbearing Scripture.

The Wind and Cloud Overbearing Scripture and the Formless Starry Sky Scripture each had their strengths and weaknesses, but Wu Tian never expected that cultivators of the Wind and Cloud Overbearing Scripture could communicate telepathically.

Qin Yuhan asked curiously, "Who is she?"

Wu Tian sighed. It was a complicated past, a tangled ss of emotions. His expression grew somber, and he went straight upstairs.

Qin Yuhan didn’t ask any further, seeing that he was in a bad mood. Of course, for a woman, understanding is one thing, but forgiveness is another.

That night, when Wu Tian tried to go to Qin Yuhan’s room, he found the door locked.

I could force my way in, of course, but she definitely wouldn’t consent. Forcing her? That’s not what I want. There’d be no fun in that. Besides, certain... positions couldn’t be unlocked that way. And forcing them open wouldn’t be very satisfying anyway. Wu Tian sighed in resignation.

「The next day」

In the early morning, Wang Dawan personally drove over to pick up Wu Tian and the little one for breakfast.

Once in the car, the little one politely greeted Wang Dawan, "Good morning, Grandpa!"

Grandpa? Wang Dawan felt a pang of depression. Am I really that old? He hesitated for a mont before saying, "Little friend, you can just call

Uncle."

The little one looked torn. "..."

Wang Congming, who was also in the car, burst out laughing. "See, Dad? We tell you you’re getting old, but you never believe it, always insisting you look young. I told you, you’re old enough to be a grandpa."

A grandpa, huh? Wang Dawan thought with a resigned expression. He didn’t want to admit his age. But then he imagined having a granddaughter as cute as the little one, and suddenly, growing old didn’t seem so bad after all.

After breakfast, Wang Dawan personally drove the little one to Jixia Academy.

"Goodbye, Grandpa! Goodbye, Disciple!" the little one said, waving at Wang Dawan and Wang Congming.

"Your daughter is so well-behaved. I’m incredibly fond of her," said Wang Dawan, the top businessman in the Dragon Country, as he eagerly stuck his hand out of the car window to wave back. It was clear how much he adored the little girl.

"You old pervert," Wang Congming quipped. He was the type to joke around, even with his own father.

Wang Dawan was so angry he wanted to beat his son to death.

"Rember, you can’t beat

anymore," Wang Congming taunted.

Wang Dawan just snorted coldly. But rembering there were more important matters at hand, he focused on the bigger picture. He turned to Wu Tian and said, "Mr. Wu Tian, it’s still early. Let’s go for morning tea. I also want to introduce you to a friend. With his help, your company’s overseas channels will expand significantly."

Wu Tian nodded, curious about who Wang Dawan wanted him to et.

Morning tea is a custom most common in the Southern Region of the Dragon Country, especially in Guangdong and Jiangsu provinces. It is a quintessential part of Guangdong’s traditional culture. There’s a saying: "To eat, go to Yang City; for the best flavor, go to Xiguan."

The morning tea house Wang Dawan took them to was the most expensive one in the city, the Yili Pavilion. It was an exclusive establishnt, open only in the morning and closing its doors at ten. The tradition of morning tea in Yang City traces its roots back to the Xianfeng and Tongzhi eras. At the ti, there was a small eatery with a wooden sign that read "Tea Chat." It offered simple tea and pastries, with just a few wooden tables and stools for travelers to rest and converse. Over ti, larger tea houses appeared, which eventually evolved into grand tea mansions. Going out for morning tea beca a fashionable trend among the Cantonese, and the eatery that started it all was none other than the Yili Pavilion.

As Wu Tian, Wang Dawan, and Wang Congming stepped inside, they were greeted by an atmosphere of tranquil elegance. Every beam, pillar, and plant had been artfully placed. The decor, both inside and out, was exquisitely arranged, creating picturesque scenes and a Zen-like ambiance at every turn.

A business associate had recomnded this place to Wang Dawan, and this was his first visit as well. "Old Yun really knows how to pick a spot," Wang Dawan remarked as he led Wu Tian and Wang Congming upstairs. The second floor was another pleasant surprise, possessing a classic elegance that made them feel as if they had stepped into a painting. It was the perfect setting for enjoying morning tea.

"So, who is this person you ntioned? Why did you insist on bringing

here?" Wu Tian asked with a faint smile.

"My friend’s na is known throughout the nation. In fact, most people use his products every day. If he hadn’t diluted his own shares, he would be the richest man in the Dragon Country! However, he hasn’t been well lately. He heard that you and I have beco acquainted, so he specifically asked

to arrange an introduction," Wang Dawan continued.

Wang Dawan led them to a private room. As they approached, Wu Tian glanced at the room and caught the scent of poison.

"What’s his na? I don’t like guessing gas," Wu Tian repeated.

Startled by the serious tone in his voice, Wang Dawan quickly answered, "Mr. Yun Ma."

Yun Ma? The one who famously ’regretted’ founding the Thousand Miles Group? The Thousand Miles Group was a household na throughout the Dragon Country, and its fa extended far beyond its borders.

Mr. Yun Ma began his career as a teacher, but he had lofty ambitions. He was one of the first to recognize the imnse business opportunities on the internet, which led him to found the Thousand Miles Group. Today, the Thousand Miles Group manages a diverse portfolio of businesses and is supported by an ecosystem of associated companies and services. This includes Taotao Network, Tian Miao, Too Cheap, Earth Express, the Thousand Miles Trade Market, and others. It’s safe to say that nearly everyone uses the Taotao Network and PayConnect.

Mr. Yun Ma also had a charitable heart and had recently sponsored many students from poor families. One of these students was so grateful that he beca a personal attendant, insisting on serving Mr. Yun Ma for life. No matter how many tis Mr. Yun Ma refused, the young man wouldn’t leave.

Now, Wang Dawan knocked on the door to the private room. It was opened by Zhang Yu, the very student Mr. Yun Ma had helped, who now served as his butler.

"President Wang, you’ve arrived! Please, co in," Zhang Yu said, welcoming them warmly. "The morning tea has just been served and is still piping hot."