"Well..." Ying Zheng said, "Let me think it over. After all, I’ve been in the business world for decades, and I just can’t believe I can’t solve their problem. I believe there’s definitely someone driving them to do this."
"I have an idea." Rong Quan suddenly raised his hand.
"Go ahead," Ying Zheng said.
"What you’re saying is nonsense," Rong Quan said bluntly.
Ying Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "I think it must be that so-called seventh young master behind this, and the person who brought this disaster is actually right in front of us."
Fang Yi said, "Just say it’s me then."
Ying Zheng laughed, "Directly saying it’s you, how embarrassing would that be?"
Fang Yi responded, "There’s nothing embarrassing about it."
After pondering for a moment, Fang Yi placed his feet on the coffee table, lay back, buried himself in the sofa, and gazed up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought.
Rong Quan pushed a beauty aside, moved close to Ying Zheng, and whispered, "Is Bro Yi thinking up a plan?"
Ying Zheng said, "He’s really smart. I admit, I’m the second old fox, and he’s the first old fox. When he takes action, no one can stop him. Didn’t you see that Fang Tianqi was killed by him?"
Rong Quan lowered his voice, "But this is Tianjing, not Moon City."
Ying Zheng was about to say more, but at this moment, Fang Yi spoke slowly, "Rong Quan is right, this is Tianjing, not Moon City. Besides, even in Moon City, I’m not at the point where I can cover the sky with one hand. Tianjing is a place full of hidden talents, better safe than sorry."
Ying Zheng nodded thoughtfully, "Hmm, what Brother Fang said is wise, better safe than sorry, indeed, if the green hills last, there’s no worry about firewood. Truly brilliant, superior in wisdom, I, Ying Zheng, am in complete admiration, my respect for Brother Fang is as vast as the Yellow River, unstoppable."
With these words, the entire private room fell silent.
Ying Zheng inquired, "What, did I say something wrong?"
Rong Quan turned to look at Ying Zheng, "Calling you fat, yeah, but your face isn’t as thick as this, you’re definitely the thickest-skinned person I’ve ever seen, and your flattery is so..."
Rong Quan thought for a while and summed it up in four words, "Lack of originality!"
Ying Zheng solemnly and seriously replied, "I said all this from the heart!"
Rong Quan rolled his eyes.
While the two bantered, Fang Yi said nothing, allowing them to bicker. Before long, Rong Quan’s phone suddenly rang, and after answering the call, his expression darkened.
"Those people are causing trouble again?" Fang Yi suddenly said.
"Bro Yi, you’re astoundingly perceptive, nothing gets past you. I, Rong Quan, admire you immensely. I wonder when I could learn even a fraction of your skills, then I’d be content," he said.
Beside him, Ying Zheng immediately rolled his eyes.
You’re also over-the-top with your flattery, even more cringy than mine!
Rong Quan turned back, giving a mischievous smile, his eyes taunting, making Ying Zheng want to strangle him.
Fang Yi suddenly stood up, tilted his head, stretched his limbs, his ten fingers crackling like frying beans.
"Rong Quan, your flattery is too cheesy," Fang Yi said flatly.
"Yes, yes, mine is better," Ying Zheng agreed with a smile.
"Your flattery isn’t any better, just like Rong Quan said, lack of originality," Fang Yi glanced at Ying Zheng out of the corner of his eye.
Fang Yi put the cigar he was holding into the ashtray and walked towards the door.
Ying Zheng asked, "Brother Fang, where are you going?"
Fang Yi turned back and responded with a faint smile, "When a guest comes to the shop, it’s our fortune. How could I not go and entertain them well?"