The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Do you know who he is?” Yang Zinuo walked and asked coldly.

“I don’t know,” Wan Zhenghou replied.

“It’s no wonder you guys don’t recognize him. He seems to have never set foot in the Old School Society headquarters,” Yang Zinuo sneered.

“He was your former branch head.”

“He was the branch head that Gu Baiyi personally went to Stillwater to take care of? I can’t believe he’s still alive,” Wan Yushan said in sudden realization, looking surprised.

“That’s right, he is Xiao Shun,” Yang Zinuo said.

Then she stopped and said to the Wans, “You two bring more people to the auction hall to set up precautions, to prevent him from making trouble. The auction must not be chaotic.”

After the Wan father and son acknowledged, they hurried away to the auction hall.

Yang Zinuo then took out her phone and called Haitang. Soon Haitang’s voice came from the phone, “What’s the matter, Ms. Yang?”

Yang Zinuo quickly reported Xiao Shun’s appearance at the convention center to Haitang.

“What do you think we should do now?”

Haitang pondered for a moment, then slowly said, “Proceed with the auction as usual. I’ll be right over. Don’t act rashly. If something really goes wrong, it won’t be entirely your responsibility. I’ll explain it to the higher ups. Don’t worry too much.”

After all, this was a grudge between Nie Jiuchong and Xiao Shun. The Oars Old School Society was also dragged into it. Since the branch head asked her to assist the Oars Old School Society in handling this matter, she naturally had a responsibility.

“Understood,” said Yang Zinuo.

With Haitang’s words as backing, at least half of the huge rock pressing down on Yang Zinuo’s heart was removed, and she instantly relaxed.

She should have left some people in Stillwater at that time to confirm Xiao Shun’s status. If she had found out he wasn’t dead, she could have finished him off. Then they wouldn’t be so passive now, Yang Zinuo thought angrily as she hung up the phone.

But there was no use regretting it now. Xiao Shun was now like a ticking time bomb hanging over her head, causing her to be on pins and needles.

And Haitang was reluctant to get rid of him at this critical juncture, which made Yang Zinuo feel exhausted mentally and physically for the time being.

“Dad, who is this Xiao Shun that makes Ms. Yang so wary? After all, he’s just a branch head. How much ability could he have?” Wan Zhenghao asked in bewilderment as they headed to the auction hall.

“Shut up! Watch your words!”

Wan Yushan glared at him and whispered, “I don’t know how powerful this Xiao Shun is either, but since Ms. Yang is so attentive to him, he must not be just anyone. Just be careful and do as instructed.”

“Got it,” Wan Zhenghao acknowledged somewhat unconvinced.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The auction was held in another exhibition hall of the convention center. Usually it was used for sporting events like badminton and tennis. Now with some simple modifications, it became the auction hall.

The specifications may not have been as high as a formal auction house, but the scale was unprecedented. An auction with over 3, 000 people could probably only be seen here.

The venue was large enough to accommodate so many people. Cultivators naturally had much better vision than ordinary people. In addition, there were huge screens in the center of the hall broadcasting live footage from all angles, so there was no need to worry about not seeing clearly.

There were dozens of types of pellets publicly on display this time, and each type was auctioned in batches. So even with over 3, 000 people, only a few dozen could win the bid. But this did not hinder so many people from flocking to this auction. After all, it only happened once every three years, and there were rarely other channels to obtain pellets.

Around 1:30 in the afternoon, people had gradually filled up the seats in the hall.

The Wen siblings and Wu Jian and his subordinates were already in place, chatting and laughing while waiting for the auction to start.

“This is Wen Ting’s first time participating in our Old School Society’s auction, right?” Wu Jian asked rather proudly.

“Yes, it’s held only once every three years. I was only 20 years old last time, still in school,” Wen Ting replied with a smile. She didn’t dislike Wu Jian as long as he didn’t pester her constantly. She was still willing to chat with him a few sentences.

Now in a foreign land, Wu Jian was undoubtedly their mainstay, so Wen Ting’s attitude towards him was not as cold as before.

“Let me know if you see anything you like later, and I’ll bid for it and give it to you,” Wu Jian offered generously.

“No need. How could we let you spend your money, Jian?”

The Wen family had also provided them with funds for this trip to try their luck. No matter what pellets, as long as they could bid for them, it was fine. And it was no big deal if they couldn’t get any. It was just an experience for them to come out and broaden their horizons.

“Don’t worry about spending money. We’ve known each other for so long, and I haven’t even given you a gift yet,” Wu Jian said with a smile.

“Really, no need.” Wen Ting declined.

“It’s okay, Sister Wen Ting. We can’t reject Jian’s good intentions,” said Wen Yan, who was two years younger than Wen Ting. She had a sour and greedy personality. In her opinion, taking gifts didn’t necessarily mean she had to date him. Why reject something free? This was her thinking.

Wen Xuan naturally knew of Wu Jian’s interest in Wen Ting. On this matter, he had always remained neutral, so he didn’t say anything.

At this time, Xiao Shun and his group also entered the hall, but did not encounter any obstruction. However, the two Old School Society members in charge of checking tickets at the entrance looked at them warily.

This time, Xiao Shun did not encounter the Wen sisters again, otherwise he would have called the police.

Finding their seats according to the seat numbers on the tickets, they sat down.

“Why do I feel like someone is staring at us?” Yao Cen looked around and said.

“You’re right, I have that feeling too,” Yang Tiancai chimed in.

There were several Old School Society members guarding each seating area in the hall, and more than a dozen of them around their seats, staring at them from time to time. No wonder the two had this feeling.

Of course, this was only part of the reason. The moment Yao Cen, Zhu Que and Song Linger, these three great beauties, entered the venue, they immediately attracted the greedy eyes of a bunch of beasts.

Female cultivators were already rare to begin with, and those with exceptional looks were even rarer. So there weren’t many women participating in the auction to begin with. Each of Yao Cen, Zhu Que and Song Linger could be considered a heavenly beauty. Naturally they drew a lot of attention.

“Beauty, may I get to know you?”

Not even two minutes after sitting down, a young man in fine clothes and handsome features leaned over behind Yao Cen and asked eagerly, “I’m here with my boyfriend.”

Yao Cen glanced back at him and smiled lightly, “I’m here with my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend?”

When Yao Cen sat down earlier, he did see several men come in with her.

One with a pinched monkey face and dark complexion, looking barely evolved.

One tall and sturdy, clearly just a simple-minded brute.

The only normal looking one was dressed rather plainly.

Hearing Yao Cen say this, the young man’s heart sank a little. Which of these three men could match this gorgeous woman? Heaven is blind!