This isn't a recorded program; Jack Ma thought to himself, a little stunned.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, could you believe it?
Could you believe seeing the usually aloof, stern-faced Penguin Ma greet everyone with a smile?
What's more, he volunteered to cook later.
Jack Ma now understood. The vegetable washing yesterday, mentioned by Jiang Quanshui, was for helping Penguin Ma.
Looking at the other two big shots, Jack Ma had an epiphany.
It must be the man in front of him. He must have a background or strength that made them look up to him.
After all, they had all reached this level. They lacked nothing. Why would they fawn over a young man?
Let me introduce you, Xia Shao. This is a friend of mine, Teacher Ma. Lin'er knows him too. Jiang Quanshui, afraid that Xia Feng might be unhappy with him casually calling someone, specifically brought up Xia Lin.
Xia Feng glanced at Jack Ma and said, "Since we're all friends, let's be casual. I'm very easy to get along with."
At Xia Feng's level of understanding, he had let go of worldly matters. Whether someone was good or bad, or if they had malicious intentions coming to the villa, Xia Feng could tell with a glance.
If no one had bad intentions, Xia Feng wouldn't mind. Having more people meant more fun, and Lin'er was happy too, so why not?
Just like that District Secretary he met at the villa for dinner last time. Xia Feng knew at a glance that the man was not a good official, that he harmed the common people, and engaged in corruption. When Xia Feng encountered such a person, he didn't mind taking action once.
"Very good, very good." Jack Ma nodded, feeling lost.
He was a bit confused about Xia Feng's identity. He certainly seemed mysterious and powerful.
The bewildered Jack Ma just wanted a chance to ask Jiang Quanshui for details. Otherwise, he'd be the only one in the villa in the dark, like a fool. How could they have fun like this?
Jack Ma, like a child, sat on the sofa feeling restrained. When Jiang Quanshui finally went to the restroom, he quickly got up and followed.
"Old Jiang, come here for a moment," Jack Ma said, pulling Jiang Quanshui along.
"Don't be so clingy, what does that look like? I'm going to the restroom first." Jiang Quanshui tried to break free from Jack Ma's grasp.
"I just want to ask a couple of questions. If you don't clarify, you're not leaving." Jack Ma dragged Jiang Quanshui towards the basement of the villa.
The basement of the villa had now been converted into a tatami room, all laid out with futons. It could easily accommodate over a dozen people.
It was fortunate that the "National Little King" had the foresight to buy a carload of bedding; it had indeed come in handy.
For some reason, after everyone arrived, they didn't want to leave. Although they lived ordinary lives every day, being around Xia Feng had a special attraction, making them reluctant to depart.
It was as if being by his side was like bathing in sunlight, making them linger.
First, there was the "National Little King," Qin Dou, and the grandfather-grandson duo of Du Lapid, followed by Qin Wen and Ma Yuqin, and then the father-son pair of Penguin Ma and Jiang Quanshui.
They didn't know why Xia Feng was so mysterious, but staying by his side always brought unexpected benefits.
For instance, what if he tossed them a miracle drug one day?
The richer one gets, the more one fears death. After enjoying life's luxuries, who wouldn't want to follow Xia Feng for a peaceful life?
Most importantly, Xia Feng could directly communicate with the heavens.
Even the foreigner Du Lapid was shamelessly staying here. If they still couldn't understand, they must be out of their minds.
He had spent his life building a business; couldn't he enjoy himself now?
"Who is this Xia Shao?" Jack Ma asked in a low voice.
"Can't you see who he is? Have you ever seen Old Peter willingly serve as a subordinate? You know who Old Peter is, don't you?"
Jiang Quanshui, seeing Jack Ma ask such a foolish question, countered Jack Ma with three questions.
"I know, but I want to understand, to have some sense of it. Otherwise, am I the only one in the entire villa acting like a clueless idiot?"
Jack Ma continued to ask in a low voice.
"Then I'll tell you everything I know. Xia Shao possesses unfathomable abilities, capable of bringing the dead back to life. I've seen it with my own eyes. He can also speak directly with those in power, and his words are very effective."
Jiang Quanshui finished speaking and pointed his finger upwards.
Jack Ma was stunned and gasped.
Bring the dead back to life?
Direct access to heaven?
It felt like a fairy tale. Jiang Quanshui had said it himself, so he had to believe it, even if he didn't want to.
Otherwise, would so many people deliberately put on an act for him?
That was clearly impossible. What reason would they have to act for him?
"I've called him for you. You'll thank me later. Remember you owe me a huge favor."
Jiang Quanshui patted Jack Ma's shoulder as he walked away, seeing Jack Ma in a daze.
After Jiang Quanshui's explanation, Jack Ma's state of mind was completely different. When he returned to the living room, Jack Ma looked at Xia Feng with deep respect and admiration.
At the same time, he watched Penguin Ma, who was diligently stir-frying, nearly flipping the wok. All of this confirmed that it was real.
"Teacher Ma, are you a teacher?" Xia Feng asked Jack Ma, who seemed a bit restrained.
"I was a teacher for a period when I was young, then I changed careers and went into business," Jack Ma replied truthfully.
Although Jack Ma found it a bit strange that Xia Feng didn't recognize him, he dared not ask.
Xia Feng had always been detached from worldly affairs, and he didn't recognize famous entrepreneurs like Penguin Ma and Jack Ma.
"That's a real shame. Teaching and nurturing people is a great thing," Xia Feng sighed.
"Now that my company has achieved some success, I'm involved in educational philanthropy. Children are the future flowers of our nation, and it's my humble contribution."
Jack Ma had been involved in educational charity for many years, sponsoring countless rural schools.
"Yes, that's very good. Keep it up," Xia Feng nodded after hearing this.
Then, he gave Jack Ma a deep look and continued, "Those who came to seek help from Old Peter can go ahead. Just say I sent you."
Jack Ma was astonished. He hadn't said anything like that!
Why did Xia Feng know just by looking at him?
Jack Ma dared not think too much, let alone delve deeper. He stood up and said to Xia Feng, "Thank you, Xia Shao."
Xia Feng waved his hand and smiled without saying anything further.
As Jack Ma approached Du Lapid, his legs felt a little weak. That young man seemed to be able to pierce directly into his soul. In front of him, all his thoughts were laid bare.
"Duke Peter, hello." Jack Ma greeted Du Lapid.
"Hi... Mr. Ma, is this our first meeting?" Du Lapid also greeted him warmly. Although they knew each other, this was their first actual meeting.
"Yes, it's our first meeting, and I already have something to trouble you with. I'm really sorry."
Although Jack Ma said he was sorry, he didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. Xia Feng had sent him, so why would he be embarrassed?
When it came to bragging and shamelessness, Jack Ma considered himself first. Everyone else present was trash.