Chu Chen hurriedly greeted him politely. "Oh, so you're Old Dai! I'm Chu Chen, a junior. I was really disrespectful just now!"
After hearing Chu Chen introduce himself, Dai Ziming was similarly stunned. When he had asked around earlier, he had only learned that Chu Chen was a member of the Chu family from the capital. He had known nothing else. Now that he knew Chu Chen's name, he realized that this young man was actually Old Liu's last disciple.
When he came to his senses, he laughed heartily. "So you're Old Liu's outstanding disciple, Chu Chen! If I'd known, I wouldn't have competed with you just now."
As he spoke, he sized Chu Chen up again and said with a smile, "The waves behind drive on those before. With young people like you around, old fellows like me can finally retire with peace of mind!"
Chu Chen quickly said modestly that he did not deserve such praise. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he said, "Old Dai, it's a little inconvenient here. Why don't we find somewhere else to talk?"
"Sure!" Dai Ziming agreed, then said to the middle-aged man, "Yihui, you go back first. With Little Chu here, I definitely won't have any trouble getting back."
"Sure. Old Dai, call me if you need anything. Sis, brother-in-law, I'll head back first."
Han Yihui said this awkwardly. His heart was in turmoil. He had originally thought Zhao Qirui was merely a man with a little money, but not only was he a billionaire, his background was also enormous. If he had known, he would have treated them a little better in the beginning. Things would never have reached this point.
Unfortunately, it was already too late for regret. Judging from how Zhao Qirui's family barely acknowledged him, Han Yihui knew