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Zhuang Mochen was instantly wild with joy and asked urgently, "Really?"
Chen Xiaojun glanced at him and said irritably, "Of course. Old Zhuang, did you think being my partner was that easy?"
Zhuang Mochen fell silent. Fine, the brat had a very good point.
He then nodded in satisfaction, a relieved smile appearing on his face. "With those words from you, this old man can rest easy."
"Xiaojun, for Chang'an Academy's long road ahead, this old man is willing to give everything I have to lend you a hand!"
Chen Xiaojun snapped his folding fan shut and tapped it lightly against his palm. The heartstrings that had been pulled taut inside him finally slowly loosened at this moment.
This Old Man had finally been won over.
Among the Three Elders of Chang'an, Wang Wei was straightforward and simple by nature; as long as one catered to his interests, it was easy to win his goodwill.
Though Zhuo Qianren was awkward and stubborn by temperament, as long as one treated him sincerely, over time, he would naturally change his attitude.
But Zhuang Mochen, the man before him, was meticulous, smooth in every direction, a man with as many schemes as stars, and when he considered matters, he was thorough to the point of winding through nine bends.
Getting him to lean toward the Chen Clan without reservation was truly no easy task.
Chen Xiaojun bowed slightly and saluted Zhuang Mochen. "Old Zhuang, you overpraise me. You devoted your life's work to Chang'an Academy, and we will surely not fail your expectations."
"When we win the Gao Ying Competition and the academy's day of glory arrives, that will be when we offer you our most sincere respect!"
At this moment, the mountain wind was still howling, whipping at