The Crazy Son-In-Law

Yuxu looked at Xiao Shun, and only after Xiao Shun lightly nodded did he get up and leave. Suyin also left the room at this time and closed the door behind him.

Once everyone had left, the young woman gave a light smile and introduced herself. “My name is Haitang, the chief assistant of the Central District Headquarters of the Old School Society. I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Xiao. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.”

“Haitang, that’s a nice name,” Xiao Shun said with a casual smile.

“Shouldn’t it be Miss Haitang who first explains to me what you meant by your words just now?”

Haitang gave a slight shrug. “Wasn’t I clear enough? Our Central District Headquarters has approved that you become the branch head of our Oakland Branch, managing the affairs of the Old School Society throughout Oakland.”

She paused, then continued, “Oh, you were specially recommended by Mr. Zuo when he resigned. After our evaluation and examination, you indeed meet our requirements.”

“But it seems that I’ve never agreed to become your branch head. Could you have made a mistake?” Xiao Shun said, stretching his body.

“Any practitioner would feel honored to join our Old School Society. Furthermore, you’re joining as a branch head, which is unprecedented in the history of our Old School Society. So, congratulations,” she said, a hint of pride naturally present in her voice.

“So, I should feel honored, then?” Xiao Shun looked at her playfully.

Haitang was slightly taken aback, then smiled, “Alright, perhaps my words misled you. We sincerely invite you to join our Old School Society. Would that be acceptable?”

Xiao Shun pondered for a moment, “I need some time to consider.”

“Do you have any concerns?”

“I don’t like being tied down. I don’t even want to manage my own company, let alone the members of the Old School Society in the entire province of Oakland,” Xiao Shun half-seriously replied.

“You’re overthinking it. The Old School Society operates under established procedures, and it’s not that strict. If you think it’s troublesome, you can delegate the specific affairs to the deputy branch head or others below.”

Haitang’s current mission came from the highest level, to recruit Xiao Shun with the greatest effort and sincerity.

Zuo Zhiyuan had come to Stillwater with dozens of Old School Society members to avenge his disciple, but not only did he fail, he also lost nearly ten Tier-Five members, causing an uproar within the Society.

Even though he didn’t mention what had happened here upon his return and took on all the compensation and resigned, people knew roughly what had happened.

And this news had reached the highest level of the Old School Society. They had used their extensive connections and quickly found out about Xiao Shun and had some understanding of the situation that day.

Defeating Zuo Zhiyuan in two moves was something even the chairman of the Central District, Qiu Zhan, might not be confident about. And Xiao Shun was so young. How could the Old School Society let go of such a prodigy?

At the same time, they received news.

Song Qingzhou, who was working under the Feng family, had also returned to Stillwater, and the Song family had always been close to Xiao Shun. If the Feng family recruited Xiao Shun, it would undoubtedly strengthen their power.

Haitang wasn’t clear about the exact relationship between the high level of the Old School Society and the Feng family. All she knew was that she had to do her best to bring Xiao Shun to the Old School Society.

“So, I would be a hands-off boss, is that correct?” Xiao Shun asked.

“You could say that. You would simply be affiliated with our Old School Society. You would have the power to manage all the resources within your jurisdiction in Oakland, which would only be beneficial to you.”

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch. What would I have to give in return?”

“You would only need to attend the annual meeting.”

“That simple? Just eat, drink, and listen to the leaders speak?” Xiao Shun queried.

“That simple,” Haitang assured, her gaze fixed firmly on him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I need time to consider,” Xiao Shun said. This situation was too peculiar, and he needed to weigh the pros and cons carefully.

“Of course, that’s no problem. However, I do hope that you could give me an answer as soon as possible,” Haitang said earnestly.

Xiao Shun nodded in agreement.

“I won’t disturb your tea time then,” Haitang said. She rose gracefully, handing him a business card. “This is my card. Once you’ve made up your mind, you can contact me directly.”

Xiao Shun took the card and said, “Alright.”

Only after Haitang had left did Yuxu return, grinning broadly. “I had no idea that you were part of the Old School Society, Mr. Xiao. Given your strength, I think it wouldn’t be too much for you to be the chairman.”

“I just found out myself that I’m part of the Old School Society,” Xiao Shun replied, smiling playfully.

Yuxu paused, puzzled.

“Never mind that. When do you plan on returning to the mountains?” Xiao Shun asked, waving his hand dismissively.

“I haven’t forgotten your previous teachings. I won’t linger here. I’ll return tonight,” Yuxu replied.

“Alright, then I won’t keep you. Goodbye for now,” Xiao Shun said, rising to leave as there was nothing else to do.

“I won’t keep you if you’re busy,” Yuxu said, also standing up.

Xiao Shun waved his hand dismissively and left the Grass Hall.

Evening had fallen.

At Pearl International.

“Professor Yao, are you enjoying today’s meal?” Yao Cen playfully raised an eyebrow, lifting a glass of red wine toward Yao Jianguo.

Yao Jianguo had finally secured his professorship, shrugging off the “associate” title that had hovered over him for over a decade. The couple, in their joy, had prepared a feast to celebrate.

“Very much. After the New Year, I’ll be a real deal professor, everything tastes good,” Yao Jianguo replied cheerily, raising his glass to clink against Yao Cen’s.

“Both of you should drink less, especially you, Yao. The moment you touch alcohol, you just got carried away,” Liu Yunxiang chimed in, happiness dancing in her eyes even as she ribbed her husband.

“Mom, it’s fine. Dad’s happy, and we’re at home. If he drinks too much, he can just lie down on the bed and sleep,” Xiao Shun said with a soft laugh.

“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, and you all are the good guys,” Liu Yunxiang playfully grumbled.

Just then, the doorbell rang with a sense of urgency.

Xiao Shun rose to answer the door, only to find Shen Xingye and his son Shen Yi standing on the doorstep. Both of them looked a bit impatient when they saw him, which puzzled Xiao Shun. He didn’t recall ever offending them.

“Mr. Shen, please come in,” he said, stepping aside to let them in.

Shen Xingye ignored him and strode directly into the house. Shen Yi, on the other hand, looked at Xiao Shun with a gloating expression. “Xiao Shun, you’ve been too reckless. Do you know who you beat up yesterday? This time, you’ve really in trouble.”

“Why do you look so pleased if I’ve been in trouble?” Xiao Shun swept a glance at him nonchalantly.

He wasn’t sure how he had upset this young man, but it always seemed like Shen Yi had it out for him, his gaze always carrying a hint of hostility. Therefore, Xiao Shun didn’t bother to hold back.