The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Do you have a way for me to meet him privately? I’m afraid if he doesn’t show up in public, I won’t get to see him at all.”

Wen Ting’s eyes lit up upon hearing Wu Jian’s tone, as if he had connections.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I haven’t met him either. But who knows, if the Oars Old School Society wants to be good hosts and treat us to a meal, there may be a chance to meet him privately. How about this – if there’s an opportunity, I’ll let you know and you can come with me.” Wu Jian said.

Wen Ting was overjoyed, even changing how she addressed him. “Then thank you in advance, Jian.”

“Don’t thank me yet, it’s not definite. But since you want to meet him, I’ll certainly do my best.” Wu Jian smiled smugly.

“Mm!” Wen Ting beamed.

“Jian is really capable. When looking for a boyfriend, you should find someone like him. Now that’s a real man!” Wen Yan fawned insincerely.

Unconsciously, Xiao Shun’s face popped into her mind – that coward who got scared off by a single look, abandoning the woman he fancied.

“Just for Wen Yan’s words, I’ll bid on a top quality pellet for you at the auction tomorrow as a gift. What do you think?” Wu Jian laughed.

As a branch head of the Old School Society, he could directly purchase permitted pellets internally. But to better demonstrate his capabilities, giving them in person would be more impactful.

For a cultivator, giving pellets was much more substantial than giving a handbag or something. Even a top quality low level pellet cost tens of thousands. High level pellets were even more exorbitant.

Naturally, Wen Yan was very happy to accept a gift. No one would reject presents after all, even if she wasn’t lacking money.

The Harrow Convention Center looked like an inverted bowl from the outside, situated in the western suburbs of Harrow.

The all-glass facade shone brilliantly on sunny days. From afar, it was like a dazzling pearl embedded in the earth.

The Harrow Convention Center integrated exhibitions, conferences, entertainment events like concerts, dining and sightseeing. It was also one of Harrow’s iconic buildings.

On Sunday morning, the convention center closed for the day. Besides some necessary staffers, all other personnel had been cleared out. It was completely taken over by the Old School Society, with only one entrance left open.

This would be the venue for the auction.

From 8am, luxury cars of all colors continuously streamed into the underground parking.

The venue quickly became bustling with people.

Since the Hero Cup tournament wouldn’t officially start for another half month, these were just preliminary exchange events. Some cultivators who came for the tournament hadn’t arrived in Harrow yet. Removing those uninterested in the auction, there were still three to four thousand attendees today.

Early in the morning, Xiao Shun brought Zhu Que and Yao Cen over to meet up with Song Linger and Duan Jia before entering together.

The first floor had many exhibit booths, each with a glass display cabinet. Inside every exquisite wooden case was a pellet, gleaming alluringly under the lights for the cultivators. In their eyes, it was like precious gems.

For cultivators, the allure of pellets was probably no less than diamonds to women.

Beside each case was a cardboard label clearly stating the pellet’s effects. These were the pellets the Old School Society would showcase and auction off in the afternoon.

After entering the venue and taking a round, Xiao Shun’s group stopped at a booth.

“This is the ‘world’ you brought me to see?” Yao Cen looked at the colorful pellets, confused. “What are these things?”

“These are pellets, supplementary items for cultivators’ training.” Xiao Shun explained softly.

“Elixirs?” Yao Cen teased, looking at him.

“Kind of like that, but elixirs help people attain immortality. These assist martial artists’ training.” Xiao Shun said helplessly.

Yao Cen glanced at the bustling crowd. “Are you saying all these people are cultivators like you?”

“Yes, but much weaker than me.” Xiao Shun replied.

Yao Cen: “… Can you not boast shamelessly?”

Xiao Shun just smiled without replying.

At this time, Song Linger stared at an energy pellet in a display case and said, taking over the conversation, “Master, the pellets the Old School Society put out seem different from ours.”

“Because theirs are inferior goods.” Xiao Shun smiled and said, “Or it’s possible they kept the high quality ones for themselves and just exhibited the inferior ones.”

“Despicable… These will be auctioned this afternoon. Passing off shoddy goods, how fraudulent!” Song Linger grumbled.

“Those cultivators can’t tell the difference. To them, what the Old School Society puts out is the cream of the crop, the best there is. If they say it’s good then it must be good.” Xiao Shun replied.

The vast majority of cultivators didn’t understand pellets. And there was no regulating body like the FDA to set pellet standards.

If they used a lot of pellets, they might notice inconsistencies in effects among the same type. But just by appearance and scent, they still couldn’t tell.

Also, as Xiao Shun said, the Old School Society basically had an absolute monopoly in the pellet market. Even if the cultivators sensed some differences, they could only obtain them from the Old School Society, and at high prices.

Xiao Shun had assumed the prestigious Old School Society would at least exhibit one or two top-grade pellets. After taking a round, he felt quite disappointed.

The most valuable was probably an energy pellet in one of the displays. The rest were just some basic stuff.

But he figured inwardly – would the Old School Society save their best pellets for the actual auction?

There was no way to know for now.

“Master Xiao!”

Just then, Yang Tiancai’s voice carried over from the bustling crowd. Xiao Shun looked toward the voice.

Soon he saw Yang Tiancai squeezing through the people, walking quickly over with a smile.

His “Master Xiao” instantly attracted dozens of attentive gazes toward Xiao Shun.

Master?

They were probably curious who dared call someone master at the Old School Society’s venue.

Seeing Xiao Shun was just an ordinary-looking young man, they smiled knowingly and said nothing more, thinking they were oversensitive.

Yang Tiancai frequented auctions, and had been peddling his inferior pellets around in the past days. Some recognized him.

“This punk isn’t planning to hawk his fake goods at the Old School Society’s turf, is he?”

“Haha, if the Old School Society people catch him, they’ll beat him to death for sure.”

“Brother Yang Tiancai, are you planning to crash the Old School Society’s venue with your shoddy pellets? I’m watching this, go for it!” A young male cultivator with a headband laughed mockingly at him.

“You people just can’t appreciate quality.” Yang Tiancai lifted his chin and argued shamelessly.