327: Chapter 327 The people really came!

Wang Fugui's hand, gripping his phone, trembled slightly.

He looked up at Miao Renfeng, the arrogance in his eyes gone, replaced by a trace of wariness. "You... just who are you?"

Hearing this, Miao Renfeng did not answer directly.

He simply turned slightly to the side, stepping half a pace away to reveal Ye Chen, who stood behind him with hands clasped behind his back.

Then.

He bowed respectfully, placing his right hand over his chest in a standard servant's salute.

"Me?"

"I am my Master's servant, nothing more."

Buzz—

Wang Fugui's brain felt as if it had been struck hard by something.

A servant?

This man, whose name alone was enough for a big shot like Zhao Wu to personally inquire about... was actually just a servant?

Then the young man he called "Master"... what kind of background did he have?

His gaze fell upon Ye Chen.

He clearly looked like an ordinary youth in his early twenties, but in Wang Fugui's eyes at this moment, he seemed like a bottomless pool of frigid water, sending a chill down his spine.

Wait!

Could he be a scion of some great family? It seemed there was no other possible explanation... Jin Dagui and Li Cuihua were also stunned.

They looked at Miao Renfeng, then at Ye Chen, feeling utterly bewildered and uncertain.

A servant? Really?

Earlier, when Miao Renfeng said Ye Chen was his master, they hadn't taken it seriously at all. But now that the situation had changed, they couldn't help but wonder... was this a TV drama?

Li Chuntian, however, couldn't help but start sneering.

"Chief Wang, don't let them bluff you!"

"A servant, knowing a big shot like Boss Zhao?"

"I bet they just have the same name. The Zhao Wu he knows isn't the same person you're talking about!"

"Western Hunan is so big; there are eighty or a hundred people named Zhao Wu. Can any random person just pull one out and act like a big shot?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Wang Fugui's heart.

He blanked for a moment, then slowly regained his composure.

That's right.

Who was Zhao Wu?

The helmsman of the Yuanshan Group, the hidden tycoon of the Western Hunan mining industry, who had connections with the bigwigs at the provincial level.

How could such a figure know a servant?

Heh.

Everyone at Zhao Wu's level was either wealthy or noble. Who among them wasn't?

Did this Middle-aged Man in front of him have even a speck of nobility about him?

He was clearly just an old fraud who knew of Zhao Wu and knew that Zhao Wu had an old acquaintance named Miao Renfeng, and was thus impersonating him!

The more Wang Fugui thought about it, the more it made sense, and his back straightened a bit more.

He put away his phone, cleared his throat, and his expression became authoritative once again.

"Regardless of whether you know Boss Zhao or not, since the police have been called, we must follow procedure."

"Once the person arrives, the truth will naturally come to light."

"Now..."

His gaze swept over the three of them. "Stay put, no one even think about running!"

Hearing this, Miao Renfeng showed no panic. Instead, he wore a meaningful smile.

"Fine."

"Then we'll wait."

He stepped back to Ye Chen's side, hands hanging at his sides, not giving Wang Fugui another glance.

That composed and fearless attitude made Wang Fugui's heart pound nervously again for no reason.

Time passed minute by minute.

About twenty minutes later.

Outside the courtyard gate, the sudden roar of a car engine could be heard.

Immediately after.

A figure, accompanied by several Bodyguards in black, walked in quickly.

Wang Fugui snapped his head up toward the courtyard gate.

He saw.

The newcomer was a Middle-aged Man in his fifties, with a burly build and a square face. He wore a dark gray Tang suit, and his entire being radiated the pressure of someone long accustomed to a high position.

It was indeed the helmsman of the Yuanshan Group... Zhao Wu!

Behind him followed four Bodyguards in black.

Each was lean and tough with sharp gazes; they were clearly not ordinary people.

Wang Fugui's breath hitched.

He never expected... that Zhao Wu would actually come in person!

Li Chuntian was also dumbfounded.

Zhao Wu... it really was Zhao Wu!

The Zhao Wu whose every step could make the entire Western Hunan mining industry tremble!

He really came because of a single phone call???

Although Jin Dagui and Li Cuihua didn't know Zhao Wu, seeing Wang Fugui's shocked expression, they guessed that the newcomer must be a formidable big shot.

Zhao Wu strode into the main room.

His gaze scanned the room and finally landed on Miao Renfeng.

Then.

Under everyone's shocked gazes, he rushed forward, his face full of excitement.

"Brother Miao, is it really you?"

"Why have you come to Baisha Town? You should have given me a heads-up so I could come pick you up!"

That tone!

That manner!

That expression!

Where was there any trace of the Western Hunan mining tycoon's air?

He looked exactly like a long-lost brother!

Miao Renfeng smiled slightly and said calmly.

"Brother Zhao, it's been a few years. You've certainly put on some weight."

The two had known each other for a long time, and in their early years, they were particularly close.

It was only later.

One went into business and mining, inadvertently becoming a big mine owner.

The other joined the Miao Sect, inadvertently becoming an elder.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for years, their relationship remained as it had always been... Zhao Wu rubbed his belly sheepishly and laughed. "Brother Miao, don't tease me. I heard you're already the Fourth Elder of the Miao Sect!"

"Those are just empty titles. You're the one living a carefree life!"

"I actually envy you!"

...The two exchanged a few pleasantries.

Only then did Zhao Wu notice Ye Chen and Jin Meiting standing nearby.

His gaze lingered on Ye Chen's face, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes. "And this is?"

He could sense it.

Brother Miao's attitude toward this young brother was very different.

Miao Renfeng's expression turned serious as he explained solemnly, "Brother Zhao, this is my Master."

"What?"

Zhao Wu's face changed, and he looked at Miao Renfeng in disbelief. "Didn't you join the Miao Sect and become the Fourth Elder of the Inner Sect? How can you have a master?"

He knew very well what kind of person Miao Renfeng was.

Back then, they had met when they were nobodies, working in the mines together, drinking the strongest liquor together, and enduring the hardest times together.

Miao Renfeng was a proud man with a backbone of iron.

Years ago, a mine owner wanted to hire him as an enforcer and offered a sky-high price, but he didn't even blink.

How could such a man become someone else's servant?

Miao Renfeng looked at the complex expression on his face and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"It's a long story."

"But from now on, I am no longer of the Miao Sect; I am only Master's servant."

"Brother Zhao, his power is beyond your imagination."

Zhao Wu's breath hitched.

He looked at Miao Renfeng's serious face and knew his friend wasn't joking.

What kind of background must someone have to make Miao Renfeng willingly bow his head in submission?

He took a deep breath, turned to Ye Chen, and bowed respectfully. "Sir, may I ask your honorable name?"

Ye Chen looked at him and spoke calmly.

"Ye Chen."

Ye Chen?

Zhao Wu frowned slightly, finding the name familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

He quickly searched his memory for the name.

The next second.

His expression suddenly changed, and his pupils constricted sharply!

"Ye Chen?!"

"Are you... the Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group's Hidden Dragon Pavilion, Ye Chen?!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes. "Oh? You know me?"

Zhao Wu's heart shook violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back!

Know him?

It was more than just knowing him!

His daughter, Zhao Qing... no, she was called Shen Qing now, had just been selected for the Hidden Dragon Pavilion a few days ago.

And just yesterday afternoon, his daughter had called him, excitedly saying that their Chief Instructor was a young man in his early twenties who was incredibly strong, having easily defeated all one hundred and twenty students by himself!

At the time, he thought his daughter was exaggerating. How strong could a young man in his early twenties be?

But now, this person was standing right in front of him!

It wasn't just his daughter's validation; his old friend had confirmed it too!

He suddenly cupped his fists and bowed even deeper.

"Instructor Ye, my daughter Shen Qing is a student in this current batch of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion!"

"She mentioned you many times on the phone, saying that not only is your strength unfathomable, but you also saw through the chronic ailment she's had for years and cured it with a casual touch!"

"I, Zhao, wanted to thank you in person, but I never expected to meet you here today!"

"Shen Qing?" Hearing this, Ye Chen thought for a moment, and the image of a girl with a ponytail surfaced in his mind. "The girl who practices leg techniques and has an old injury in her right ankle?"

Zhao Wu nodded repeatedly, his eyes turning slightly red.

"That's her!"

"That injury plagued her for three years. She never dared to go all out during training. We consulted so many doctors, but none were of any use..."

"Instructor Ye, your intervention solved the burden she's carried for three years!"

"I, Zhao, will keep this kindness in my heart!"

As he spoke, he was about to bow again.

Ye Chen raised a hand to stop him.

"No need for such formality; it was just a small matter."

"However..."

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhao Wu in confusion. "Your surname is Zhao, but hers is Shen. How does that work?"

Hearing this, the excitement on Zhao Wu's face turned into a trace of sorrow, and he sighed softly.

"It's a long story."

"My daughter's original name was Zhao Qing."

"But my late wife passed away five years ago."

"Before she left, her greatest concern was our daughter."

"To honor her memory, I changed my daughter's name to Shen Qing, taking her mother's surname."

As he reached this point, his eyes grew redder, and his voice choked up slightly.

"Qing'er... she looks so much like her mother. Every time I called her Zhao Qing, I would remember the way my wife looked when she passed."

"Changing the name made things a bit easier."