Chen Xiaojun then told him everything about the Winding Stream Party and Ji Xiang, from start to finish.
After Chen Hua finished listening, he pondered for a while, then said, "I see. Ji Xiang, Ji Lao San, huh. I have met him a few times. He's quite a learned man, and rather interesting too."
"However, this matter can't be forced. It depends on fate."
"By the way, why are you trying to get close to him?"
Chen Xiaojun lowered his voice and said, "My second granduncle asked me to handle something. It has to do with Teacher Ji Xiang. I'll explain the details to you later."
When Chen Hua heard that it was something Chen Cong had assigned, he immediately grew serious, nodded, and said, "My father? All right, then."
Chen Xiaojun lowered his voice even more. "And this matter will benefit you!"
A sharp gleam flashed in Chen Hua's eyes. "Really?!"
Chen Xiaojun said, "Sixth Uncle, would I lie to you?!"
When Chen Mu heard that, he immediately perked up and shouted, "Dad, then you absolutely have to go!"
Chen Hua smiled and patted Chen Mu on the shoulder. "Don't worry, son. Your old man may not have any real ability, but I can still put on a refined act."
Seeing that Chen Hua had agreed, Chen Xiaojun hurriedly said, "Not at all. Sixth Uncle is overflowing with talent and handles himself with ease in literary circles."
Though it was flattery, it was pleasant to hear.
Among the middle generation, when it came to literary cultivation, Chen Hua was the publicly acknowledged leader.
Chen Mu could not help grinning. "Exactly, that's what I'm saying. When it comes to making connections, Dad is still very good at it."
Chen Hua said, "Then it's settled. Little Six, call your uncle when