"Cough cough," Wang Hao paused here, cleared his throat, and then said, "In a stone chamber, a poet named Shi had a penchant for lions, vowing to dine on ten. Frequent were his market visits to view the lions. At ten, ten lions happened to be there. It was then that Shi chanced upon the market too. Seeing the ten lions, relying on arrows’ power, he caused their demise. Shi picked up the carcasses, brought them into the chamber abode. Wet became the chamber, so Shi ordered servants to wipe it clean. Once dried, Shi began to try the lion meat. It was then he realized, these lions were actually ten stone lion corpses. Go on, try to explain this affair."
He recited this homophonic text without missing a single word, then explained, "There was a poet surnamed Shi living in the stone chamber, fond of eating lions, determined to consume ten. He often went to the market to look at lions. At ten o’clock, there were just ten lions that arrived at the market. At that time, Shi also happened to reach the market. He saw those ten lions, aimed his arrows, and killed those ten lions. He gathered up the ten lion corpses and took them back to his stone chamber. The stone chamber was wet, so Shi had his servants dry it. Once the stone chamber was dried, he tried eating the ten lions. While eating, he discovered that these ten lions were in fact corpses of stone lions. Try explaining this matter."
"Wow!" As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, Zhao Zhenhao and the others clapped their hands desperately, "Brother Hao is mighty! Matching it perfectly! Awesome!"
Fang Wenbin’s hands were almost clapping red, "Brother Hao, you’re simply invincible! You’re my idol!"
Bai Yaning was smiling on the side, her eyes soft and tender as she looked at Wang Hao.
She just loved watching Brother Hao’s serious swagger, looking as if nothing in the world posed a problem to him.
"That’s beautifully done," Bai Yaning’s eyes squinted into a thin line, "Deserving of praise."
"Ah haha, not bad, not bad," Wang Hao scratched his head with a grin, "Just third best in the world."
At this moment, Bill Bragg saw Wang Hao and Bai Yaning exchanging glances but didn’t get angry because after all, as Mr. Wang, getting angry would be beneath him. He just nonchalantly asked, "Mr. Wang is indeed erudite, with a broad range of knowledge, but I wonder where Mr. Wang is currently employed and which renowned university he graduated from?"
"I’m currently a screenwriter and sometimes dabble in side ventures," Wang Hao responded nonchalantly, as there was nothing to hide. To claim that he graduated from top universities like Tsinghua or Beida and then get found out would be humiliating, so he said quite simply, "As for my alma mater, let’s not talk about it. A third-rate university, no renown, not worth mentioning, really."
"I see," Bill Bragg nodded lightly.
Zhao Zhenhao and a few others exchanged glances, clearly losing to Brother Hao. Mr. Wang’s degree had to be from an internationally renowned university at the very least, no comparison there...
Mr. Wang was truly impressive, with just an offhand remark he turned the tables. Brilliant!
But then, Bill Bragg’s next remark made everyone realize why Mr. Wang was who he was, truly a league they couldn’t even fathom!
"Speaking of universities, they really aren’t everything," said Bill Bragg with a slight smile, "I’m also a dropout from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. In hindsight, I didn’t really learn much there."
Only the uninformed Ren Xing protested, "Hey hey hey, why that look?!"
"Mr. Wang really lives up to his name!" Zhao Zhenhao roared in the WeChat group, "Damn it, his remark just completely outclassed Brother Hao!"
Given the elegant young man even swore, one could imagine how colossal Mr. Wang’s pretense was!
Ren Xing frantically asked, "What’s going on? He just dropped out of MIT, right?"
Fang Wenbin explained, "You unlearned guy, do you know what kind of people drop out of MIT?"
Ren Xing: "What kind of people?"
Wang Meng Fei: "Bill Gates from Microsoft, Mark Zuckerberg, the founder of Facebook, they both dropped out of MIT. Now you get it?"
Upon hearing this, Ren Xing realized just how formidable Wang Hao’s rival was.
"It’s alright," Wang Hao smiled, "Actually, I just didn’t perform well on my college entrance exams. But luckily, things have been going so-so for me now, barely passable."
"Oh?" Bill Bragg looked at Wang Hao, curious, "Actually, I’m quite familiar with the screenwriter profession; our family controls six film companies, and we have about five hundred renowned scriptwriters. If I’m not mistaken, the income in this line of work seems average. So what I’m more curious about is Mr. Wang’s side business, which is..."
Fang Wenbin whispered, "Damn, Mr. Wang just effortlessly shows off, and what’s frustrating is how naturally he does it, leaving no room for rebuttal."
Zhao Zhenhao nodded, "Exactly, and what he says is, in fact, the truth; the Brage family does indeed control six movie companies and they are all members of Hollywood, quite impressive."
"As for side ventures, writing novels, occasionally penning songs and such," Wang Hao said while scratching his head and smiling, "Certainly can’t compare with Mr. Bill’s family."
At that moment, Ren Xing couldn’t hold back any longer and blurted, "Our Brother Hao is also the 108th generation successor of Ghost Valley, and that’s actually the most impressive thing! He’s super accurate with Feng Shui, and Golden Stone Town, the fastest-appreciating property in Zhonghai, was chosen by Brother Hao!"
After saying this, Wang Hao wished he could plant a big kiss on him!
Ren Xing truly was a lifetime buddy for cooperating with us! Divine support, thumbs up to you!
Writing a novel or composing music, to Bill Bragg, indeed seemed like nothing worth mentioning, after all, such things, no matter how high the income, were just dispensable side hustles in his eyes.
Fine for the average person to make a living, but at his level, it could be completely dismissed.
But this identity, as the one-hundred-and-eighth successor of Ghost Valley, was obviously different.
Mysticism, do you understand?!
"Mr. Wang could it be that you also know how to read faces and Feng Shui?" Sure enough, Bill Bragg showed some interest as he looked at Wang Hao and said, "I heard before coming that the Heavenly People’s Republic places great importance on this aspect, but I don’t know if it’s true. If Mr. Wang doesn’t mind, maybe you could take a look at my fortune?"
Just waiting for this line!
"Oh, it’s okay, I suppose," Wang Hao looked a bit embarrassed and said, "Of course, if Mr. Bill doesn’t mind, I could take a look for you."
Saying so, he went around Bill Bragg in a very serious manner, looking more and more grave with each turn. After completing a circle, Wang Hao frowned deeply and said, "If I’m not wrong, Mr. Bill, your fortune today looks very ominous, there might be a bloody disaster awaiting! This is not good!"
"Bloody disaster!" Everyone was shocked upon hearing this!
To say that this Bill Bragg was annoyingly trying to poach our female lead and steal a cornerstone from Wang Hao was infuriating, but for someone of his stature to possibly encounter a bloody disaster?! That was utterly impossible, okay?!
"Oh?" Sure enough, upon hearing this, Bill Bragg chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Wang must be joking. The Brage family also has business here, and I’ve heard that very thorough security measures have been arranged for my visit. How could there be a bloody disaster?"
This guy really was just puffing himself up with a nonchalant remark! A well-deserved bragging king! Hear him out, having business here, security perfected, absolutely invincible!
"Don’t be anxious, let me calculate this."
Wang Hao immediately raised his hands and began to form various mysterious hand signals—if anyone from a past life saw him, they would recognize these as handseals from Naruto!
"Proximity! Soldiers! Fight! All! Arranged! In! Front!" After pretending to form handseals for a while, Wang Hao said solemnly, "Mr. Bill, you may face great calamity today. However, the secrets of heaven should not be revealed. It’s always right to be cautious."
Was he serious or was this all just some mystical nonsense?
Zhao Zhenhao and the others exchanged glances, and Zhao Zhenhao asked softly, "Is Brother Hao serious?"
Ren Xing, who had the most authoritative voice, said, "Of course it’s true. Brother Hao’s predictions are incredibly accurate, an absolute grandmaster level! Just wait and see, since Brother Hao said so, Bill is definitely in trouble!"
However, the others present still felt it was unlikely.
Remember, this was Heavenly People’s Republic, where firearms were banned, and unless there was a sniper in hiding, with Mr. Wang’s skills, dealing with a dozen ordinary men would pose no problem.
Sure enough, Bill Bragg clearly didn’t believe it, and laughingly said, "Relatively speaking, I trust science more."
Saying this, he waved his hand and immediately behind him came a black-clad old butler with a genuine UK London accent speaking Mandarin: "Young master, may I ask if you have any instructions?"
"Mr. Wang here predicts that I will face a bloody disaster today," Bill Bragg asked with a smile, "Is the security arrangement flawless?"
"Everything is ready," the butler straightened the tie on his neck and confidently stated, "Your itinerary in the Heavenly People’s Republic has been perfectly arranged, sir. Every detail is monitored down to the minute, offering 24/7 protection. For instance, at this very moment, aside from these bodyguards, we have retired royal special forces stationed covertly within five hundred meters, ensuring extreme vigilance. Not even a fly could pass by without our scrutiny."
Bill Bragg nodded in satisfaction and then said, "Thank you for the hard work."
"It’s my duty," the butler smiled and continued, "In addition, we have the UK Alpha Team’s most advanced technology—the Night Hawk drone—for panoramic tracking and surveillance, ready to report any nearby activities. You can travel with peace of mind, sir, with no danger whatsoever."
While he seemed unfazed, Zhao Zhenhao was astounded when he heard this!
Zhao Zhenhao: "The UK Alpha Team! The Night Hawk drone! They actually brought that along!"
I’m begging for monthly votes!