Getting Stronger By Chapter 334: Yue Sheng Fifth Floor1

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: Yue Sheng Fifth Floor_1

He remained silent, lost in deep contemplation. His eyes reflected the forr employees being escorted away outside the window. Sitting quietly in the driver’s seat, he waited for a call from the Quan State Governor’s Residence.

"What, worried they’ll get into trouble?" Wang Zhan laughed. "Those girls are good. They might not be as tough as n, but their patience and composure when handling matters are comndable. You have good judgnt."

Of course, Wang Zhan showered such praise because the performance of the male employees, though not bad, wasn’t praiseworthy compared to the girls. After all, they simply explained things once and then acted as if subsequent developnts had nothing to do with them, completely unconcerned. They were probably all thinking, ’We’re all from Quan State; these people wouldn’t dare make things difficult for *us*, right?’

The problem was, Wang Zhan, who paid their salaries, was displeased. Consequently, Ku Zhu, who should have been content since no one was making things difficult for him and had initially seed indifferent, could no longer remain aloof.

"Young Master, you flatter ," Ku Zhu said. "Actually, regardless of gender, I chose them because they ca from the lower class. I thought only people like them would have the motivation to work. I never expected that in the end, only those few girls would continue to stand up for us."

Wang Zhan then laughed heartily. "That’s why I say you can’t judge a book by its cover. How do you know that the wealthy young masters from the upper-middle class aren’t willing to work hard? Of course, I also co from the slums, and I don’t an to belittle the slums. I’m just saying that many n there, after being born, may have learned to resign themselves to their fate even before formally reaching adulthood. It’s not the person’s fault, but it’s still a flaw."

Ku Zhu beca pensive. Indeed, Wang Zhan was an exception even among those from the slums. He himself had made a fool of himself with his assumptions. He had thought all n born in the slums were as outstanding, ambitious, and energetic as Wang Zhan! Thinking about it now, there were exceptions everywhere...

Just then, the phone rang. RING, RING, RING... It rang three tis. Ku Zhu leisurely answered, his voice deep, "Hello, this is Ku Zhu."

Instantly, a hearty laugh ca from the other end. "Hello there, Lord Ku Zhu! I’m Jin Botao, the State Governor of Quan State. It’s a pleasure to et you. I heard you specifically called my office to make an appointnt. What is it you require?"

Ku Zhu glanced at Wang Zhan. He saw Wang Zhan rely admiring the pedestrians outside, nodding slightly, seemingly unconcerned that the person on the phone was a State Governor. Ku Zhu then chuckled. "State Governor, you’ve been working hard. However, this ti it’s not I who wish to see you, but the person behind . I wonder if the State Governor could spare so ti?"

There was a short silence on Jin Botao’s end. Of course, he knew who Martial King Ku Zhu was: a formidable figure from outside who, in just two or three days, had thrown the upper echelons of Quan State into turmoil. The issue was, now this powerful Martial King, revered as if his life itself were precious, was telling him that soone *behind* him wanted an audience, and that the Martial King was rely a ssenger?

Ku Zhu didn’t press him, simply waiting for Jin Botao’s reply. Finally, Jin Botao laughed heartily again. "Since Lord Martial King extends such a gracious invitation, how could I possibly refuse? In that case, there’s no ti like the present. If it’s convenient for you, sir, how about we et today? I shall host you both at the Yue Sheng Tea House, one of the most renowned establishnts in Quan State."

Ku Zhu laughed. "Of course, it’s convenient. Then we’ll trouble the State Governor. However, since we’re currently at leisure, we’ll head to the Yue Sheng Tea House first and await your esteed arrival, State Governor! As for the formalities of hosting, there will be plenty of ti for that later; there’s no need to rush this mont!"

The call ended. Ku Zhu, acting as the driver, sat bolt upright and drove Wang Zhan to their destination. Their assertive deanor made it seem as though the State Governor had beco an on-call servant, a fact they didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. If any outsider knew of this, they would realize just how ironic the situation was.

For ordinary people, the daily lives of Federation officials were typically bustling, with no spare ti. Yet, for powerful Martial Artists and influential figures, even those in high and respected positions often had to greet such visitors with a semblance of flattery. And this wasn’t just a story.

「Quan State Governor’s Residence. Inside the State Governor’s office.」

An old man, nearly sixty with temples already streaked with white, gently hung up the phone, his brow slightly furrowed. Beside him, a young male secretary stood perpetually on guard, ensuring the State Governor’s directives could be disseminated throughout Quan State City at any mont. The issue was, the secretary could only speculate about the call, having witnessed firsthand the State Governor’s gravity and deep contemplation.

After a mont, Jin Botao collected himself. He beckoned slightly to his secretary. "I’ll be going out shortly. If there are any etings, social engagents, or the like scheduled for today, cancel them all. I have a guest."

The secretary looked taken aback. "State Governor, then the eting the Internal Affairs Departnt wishes to convene later regarding the unrest in the Underground City—will you not be attending, sir?"

Jin Botao gave a self-deprecating smile. "And what if I do attend? Although the Underground City’s Internal Affairs Departnt and Quan State City’s Internal Affairs Departnt belong to the sa overarching departnt, they only take orders from the Federation and the Royal Family. Moreover, that damn fool is only concerned with his own skin; he wouldn’t want to stir up all this trouble. Better to keep him out of sight, out of mind. So it’s settled. I have other matters. If they ask, tell them to solve it themselves. If they can’t, they can wait for the Federation to solve it. In any case, they’re all feeding at the public trough; a little more or a little less, it’s all the sa..."

The secretary remained silent. It was one thing for him to be privy to the State Governor’s complaints about the dissatisfaction between these departnts, but he couldn’t get involved. He wasn’t qualified.

"Then, State Governor, do you need

to accompany you out?" His qualification, or rather, his opportunity, lay in accompanying the State Governor, using his own eyes to accumulate more capital for his future.

Little did the secretary know, the State Governor glanced at him and directly shook his head. "You are not qualified. Go and summon the Director of the Martial Managent Bureau for . Hmm, tell him to bring his weapon..."

The secretary was inwardly alard. Who on earth was the State Governor going to et that he needed to bring along even the Director of the Martial Managent Bureau, such a notoriously fierce martial practitioner? One should know that even during a typical Beast Nest attack, Jin Botao wouldn’t necessarily keep the Martial Managent Bureau Director by his side; instead, he would dispatch him to the battlefield. If asked, Jin Botao would always say, "What damn use is his talent protecting an old man like

who couldn’t care less about dying? He’d be better off killing a few more beasts." Therefore, to say the State Governor feared death was impossible. But since the State Governor was going out and said it was a guest, surely it shouldn’t be a hostile visitor, right?

However, as a secretary, while he could speculate wildly in his heart, he couldn’t let it show on his face. He simply watched Jin Botao depart. Sigh, when will I ever reach that position! It was impossible for a young man willing to swallow his pride to serve as a secretary not to have so ambition. But clearly, he still had a very long way to go.

「Elsewhere. Yue Sheng Tea House.」

As its na suggested, it was a place for enjoying music, pleasure, and the fine art of tea tasting. While not entirely unknown in Quan State City, those of true status favored this place, where they could sit and observe the unfolding currents of the world. Don’t be fooled by its outwardly unassuming, old-fashioned four or five-story structure; the tea ceremony art within was exceptional, passed down through family lineage since ancient tis. Aided by its profound heritage, even Martial Artists could gain sothing from a visit here. It was akin to the remarkably mystical ancient tea tree leaves from the Federal Martial Arts Academy, obtained from Wei Daoming, many of which Wang Zhan had long since squandered. Naturally, even without widespread fa, it had beco a benchmark in Quan State City, a distinguished locale visited by countless great personages passing through over the years.

And today, a young man, seemingly an ordinary person despite his bright, sunny smile, approached the entrance of Yue Sheng Tea House. He was accompanied by none other than Ku Zhu, a dignified Martial King, and they had booked the Xiu Yue private room on the fifth level in advance.

Consequently, so who saw their retreating figures found them enigmatic and imdiately began to whisper, "Who are these people, able to book a room on the fifth level? Isn’t that floor usually not available for booking by ordinary folk?"

One should know that the fifth level offered the best scenery. To maintain its prestige, the Yue Sheng Tea House would, of course, spare no effort in reinforcing its rules. Only an eternally supre reputation and renown would increasingly draw people to covet access to the fifth level. Therefore, the days when the fifth level was open were few and far between; money alone couldn’t grant access.

However, the expressions of those on the second and third floors, who were sipping tea and privately discussing matters, changed instantly upon seeing Ku Zhu’s face. "Is that him?" soone exclaid. Another even hastily pulled out a phone to compare Ku Zhu’s profile. "That’s right! It’s him, Martial King Ku Zhu!" "Go, go, go! Stop drinking! Get the news out imdiately! This ti, we’re destined to earn rit..."

In an instant, nearly a dozen people rose, paid their bills, and departed. This imdiately caused a subtle, silent shift in the atmosphere of the Yue Sheng Tea House.

A lobby manager with an alluring figure saw this scene and her heart imdiately trembled. Is trouble brewing, or is sothing about to happen? She was just an ordinary lobby manager with a relatively good figure; she couldn’t possibly handle these rough brutes. So, she quickly hurried over, drew near to interject, and said fawningly, "Sirs, sirs! Why are you leaving in such a rush? Was today’s tea not to your liking? Look, we have a new tea that just arrived today; how about I bring so up for you to try? We’re a humble establishnt; if there’s any issue, we can always discuss it amicably..."

Unfortunately, she mostly earned herself scornful glares. "Get lost!" one barked. "Out of my way! I’m in a hurry! Believe it or not, if you delay , I’ll beat you to death!"

Fortunately, one man who seed to have so acquaintance with the lobby manager didn’t want to be too harsh and offered a warning, "Alright, alright, this doesn’t concern you. It’s that guest of yours on the fifth level—they’re soone of note. We need to go back and handle things! That’s all. Knowing more won’t do you any good..."

The lobby manager was stunned. Soone of note? Just how notable could they be? Why does everyone look so peculiar...