"This matter handled well, I will give you an opportunity. Go." Xia Feng looked at the three and instructed.
To have these foreigners seriously handle matters, some sweetening was needed. Otherwise, why would others continuously help him? Helping once or twice was respect, but this time Xia Feng personally gave the order, and that was different.
Their strenuous efforts were nothing more than seeking an opportunity. As for what kind of opportunity, it was all up to Xia Feng's words.
"Thank you, Master."
"Thank you, Eastern Immortal."
The three bowed and thanked him simultaneously.
Xia Feng nodded and turned to leave.
"You two wait in Modu for people to find you. Handle the shareholding matters properly. Don't make me come a second time." Hughes Wang turned and said to the two Japanese men.
"Yes," the two quickly replied.
The three exchanged glances, seeing excitement in each other's eyes.
.........
Yu Family Villa.
This was Yu Wei's private club, not open to the public. Several cars arrived at the location.
Yu Wei, quite ostentatiously, got out of the car and walked directly into the clubhouse.
"Young Master Yu, Master Yu is also here," a doorman called out to Yu Wei.
"Oh? My father is here too?" Yu Wei asked.
"Yes, Master Yu is with guests in the Prestige Hall," the doorman informed him.
"Alright, I got it," Yu Wei waved his hand, dismissing the doorman.
At this moment, the young national king and others walked in a step behind, smiling, "Fatty Yu, haven't been to your family's clubhouse in almost two years, right?"
"Heh heh... about that. Lin'er, this way please." Yu Wei smiled and led Xia Lin inside.
Yu Wei directly led Xia Lin and the others to the largest hall, which contained two mahjong rooms.
Upon entering, Yu Wei asked for tea and snacks to be served.
"Lin'er, you guys take one table, and we'll take another." Yu Wei proactively walked to a mahjong table, pulled out a chair, and called out.
"Mhm, okay." Xia Lin nodded.
"Xiaoya, you play with them. I'll watch you play," Ma Yuqin said to Zheng Qingya, who was standing beside her.
"Mhm, mhm. I'll split half of my winnings with you later, hehe..." Zheng Qingya giggled and then sat down to Xia Lin's left.
Xia Lin, Liu Jingru, Qin Wen, and Zheng Qingya were at one table.
The young national king, Qin Dou, Jiang Xin, and Ma Yuqin were at another table. Ma Yuqin had initially wanted to watch Xia Lin and the others play, but Yu Wei didn't join, giving his seat to Ma Yuqin. After all, they were guests, and Yu Wei couldn't possibly play himself. He left Ma Yuqin to spectate.
"Lin'er, we won the most last time. Let's kill these two again this time," Qin Wen said, tapping the mahjong machine and smiling.
"That sounds good." Xia Lin smiled and nodded in response.
Their mahjong was purely for entertainment, with small stakes just to add some fun. After all, mahjong was mostly for amusement. The most satisfying moment was when someone won, much like fishing – after two hours of casting, the thrill was in those two minutes when the fish took the bait.
Mahjong games started at both tables. Yu Wei took charge of serving them tea and water from the side. This was originally the job of the waitstaff, but Yu Wei specifically took it over, stationing himself behind Xia Lin's table to serve them. As for the tea cups of the young national king and the others, if they were empty, they were empty; they could call a waiter to refill it themselves.
Meanwhile, in the Prestige Hall, Yu Zhaoyi was drinking tea with his friend Chen Zhiyuan. Chen Li quietly brewed tea for the two of them. The more Yu Zhaoyi looked at Chen Li, the more satisfied he became. If she could marry his son, it would truly be his son's good fortune.
"Master Yu, Young Master Yu has arrived," the clubhouse manager walked in and reported.
"This kid is here? Why don't I see him?" Yu Zhaoyi asked, glancing towards the entrance.
"Young Master Yu went to accompany Xia Lin for lunch. I didn't expect him to be back so soon."
"Looks like there's no hope again."
"This kid is still a waste as usual."
"Young Master Yu is playing mahjong with friends in the Fortune Hall," the manager said.
Yu Zhaoyi's anger flared upon hearing this. Knowing this was a place for entertaining guests, he couldn't fathom whom the kid had called over to play with.
"This kid, I'm going to beat him to death right now!" Yu Zhaoyi said, standing up furiously.
"Old Yu, the children are just playing. Why get so angry?" Chen Zhiyuan quickly restrained the furious Yu Zhaoyi, who was on the verge of an outburst.
"This kid, he's always neglecting his duties. Today, he even told me he was going to meet..." Yu Zhaoyi stopped abruptly. It was then he realized, could he have brought Xia Lin here?
"Holy crap..."
He was so caught up in his anger just now that he hadn't processed it. Only now did he realize something might be amiss. Yu Wei going to lunch and then bringing Xia Lin here to play fit the timeline perfectly. He had just eaten with Xia Lin; it was unlikely he would have invited others to play so soon. Thinking of this, Yu Zhaoyi's breathing became rapid.
"Old Yu, what's wrong?" Chen Zhiyuan asked, observing Yu Zhaoyi's changing expressions.
"I'm going to go say hello," Yu Zhaoyi said, leaving the room in a hurry.
Fearing that Yu Zhaoyi might lose his temper in front of everyone, Chen Zhiyuan also followed. Chen Li glanced at them, put down her teacup, and also got up to leave.
Yu Zhaoyi arrived at the entrance of the Fortune Hall, straightened his collar, and even checked his reflection in the glass wall at the entrance. After tidying his appearance, he gently pushed the door open.
Upon opening the door, he saw that both mahjong rooms were occupied with people playing. One table was filled with girls, and the other had the young national king and his companions. Yu Wei stood behind Xia Lin like a sycophant, holding a teapot. Who else could it be but Xia Lin?
Yu Zhaoyi's heart pounded with excitement. He tiptoed over.
"Dad, why are you here?" Yu Wei only then noticed his father approaching.
"Uncle," Xia Lin and the others all stood up and greeted Yu Zhaoyi.
"Oh, please, don't be so polite. You play, I didn't disturb you, did I? Let me know if you need anything." Yu Zhaoyi's face was beaming with a kind and amiable smile. He then looked at the fruit platter beside the small table and said, "These apples are starting to discolor. Yu Wei, what kind of service are you providing? Don't you know to replace them?"
Yu Wei: "..."
"Dad... I..." Yu Wei was about to explain when Yu Zhaoyi interrupted him, saying, "You go out and prepare some fruit. I'll handle the tea pouring." Without waiting for Yu Wei's reaction, Yu Zhaoyi snatched the teapot from Yu Wei's hand.
"Uncle, you're too kind," Xia Lin smiled shyly.
"Not at all, not at all. Make yourselves at home here. Come and play whenever you want, for as long as you want. Here, I'll refill your cups." Yu Zhaoyi began refilling their cups, filling them about eighty percent full.
Chen Zhiyuan walked in just then and saw Yu Zhaoyi personally pouring tea with a reverent smile on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling, his smile stretching almost to his ears.
"What's going on?"