Song Yidao, A Knife's Gift?

Now that I have money, the first thing that comes to mind is what? Spend it—what, am I supposed to keep it to hatch little ones?

Anyway, that's what Bai Yang thought.

That little bastard was right—dying with money unspent is a tragedy. Having seen how fragile life is over there, you never know when someone might kick it, so when you get the chance, you gotta go all out!

Right now, the first thing that came to his mind was, This Humble One has money, over sixty million, enough to finally buy Xiong Da's metal processing plant.

But then he thought again, that's not right—what would I do with it? After equipping those savages over there with Titanium Alloy Armor and Titanium Alloy Blades, the metal processing plant seems pretty useless, at least for the short term.

So why would he buy it? Besides, Xiong Da had just taken a big order from him, probably set to make a profit, so he likely wouldn't sell.

"Just wait, that bear-like guy probably won't get any more orders in this lifetime. I'll leave him hanging for now, and when the time comes, I'll buy him out, plant and all!"

With that thought in mind, Bai Yang's mind cleared up.

But then came another problem—what to do next?

He checked the time, and before he knew it, it was almost five in the afternoon, and his stomach was growling.

"This Humble One wants a feast—order the most expensive stuff, so what if I'm a nouveau riche? Bite me!"

Gritting his teeth with that thought, he pulled out his phone to search for the biggest, most luxurious restaurant nearby—at least five-star, wouldn't even glance at anything else.

But when he opened his phone to browse, Bai Yang was dumbfounded. What's going on? Every major site was flooded with Bao Bao!

"Bao Bao's heart is bitter, Bao Bao feels wronged, Bao Bao won't cry..."

After figuring out the situation, Bai Yang muttered to himself, feeling a wave of emotion. What a messed-up world—how could you bear to screw over such a good man, and for so many years? Might as well have done him in early.

"At first, when Bao Bao flooded the screens, I thought he'd won a gold medal. Turns out it was this horse being so easy to cheat on. That day the pool water turned green in Rio was probably a sign something was about to go down..."

Even though Bai Yang had zero interest in the entertainment industry—no love for female stars or fresh-faced idols—seeing one of the few honest men in that circle get bullied still pissed him off.

His head got hot, and he started stirring the pot everywhere—searched for paid trolls on some shopping site, didn't care about the cost, just dropped a million straight. Spray them, spray them everywhere, flood the screens, spray that little bitch to death...

Over ten minutes later, Bai Yang grinned at his phone screen. Every major site that mentioned Bao Bao was flooded by the trolls he'd hired. His heart felt great—This Humble One doesn't lack money, I'll live however makes me happy!

He only dug the pit, didn't bother filling it in. Whatever happened after that, let the sky fall and the earth crack—by the time another half hour passed, he'd tossed the whole thing aside and buried his head in searching for a place to eat.

He was just a wild card—lit the fuse and ran. Countless people online were baffled. Millions of trolls swarmed every major web portal, wherever they went, the screens scrolled so fast the sites nearly crashed. They planted flags everywhere, the formation perfectly uniform, just one line: "Bao Bao don't cry, go find ten more campus beauties, ditch that broken horse!"

Below that, it was basically "Bao Bao don't cry, go find ten more campus beauties, ditch that broken horse +1," all the way up to millions...

That fuse he lit was basically dropping an atomic bomb on the internet, almost overshadowing the event itself!

"Imperial Court Banquet? A five-star century-old establishment? Bullshit, but I gotta check it out!"

Finding that five-star restaurant online, Bai Yang's eyes lit up. He had no love for fancy foreign cuisine—he was going for those two words, 'Imperial Banquet.' How could he not enjoy the treatment of an emperor?

He grabbed his motorcycle keys, stepped out, hopped on his bike, and roared off.

When he got there, he looked around—not bad, huh. A grove of bamboo surrounded a quaint, old-style garden. A quiet path wound through the bamboo into the garden. The most eye-catching part was the waitresses—each one prettier than the last, dressed up like Qing Dynasty princesses...

He was like a country bumpkin hitting the big city, amazed by everything. But before he could even get through the main gate, he was politely stopped.

"Esteemed sir, may I ask if you have a dining token?"

A young man dressed like a eunuch spoke to Bai Yang in a simpering, high-pitched voice.

"A what?" Bai Yang didn't catch it.

"It's a membership card..."

The other guy looked speechless—so you don't know anything and you come here?

Scratching his head, Bai Yang pointed at the gate and said, "So I need a membership card just to eat here?"

"Yep."

"Damn, you believe I'll come back and buy this whole place out?"

Bai Yang was pissed—how dare they not let him in? After he bought it, he'd hang a membership card all over himself...

The 'little eunuch' was a bit stunned, probably never having seen anyone more ridiculous than this guy. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"Haha, this brother has personality. With that attitude, how about I treat you?"

A hearty laugh came from behind Bai Yang.

Bai Yang turned around and saw a handsome guy with a beautiful woman stepping out of a flashy sports car, a friendly smile on his face. The girl he was holding was also holding back a laugh.

"Which one are you?"

Bai Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You're a total hick, shooting your mouth off wherever you go," the handsome young guy said, pointing at Bai Yang with a helpless look.

Scratching his head, Bai Yang asked, "Bro, do you know me? Don't mind me, I just can't control my mouth—no hard feelings."

"Got it. Let me introduce myself—this place, I own it. This humble one is Song Yidao," the young man said, walking over and extending a hand.

Bai Yang immediately jumped back a few steps, eyes wide, and said, "What? Send a knife? Your name's way too dangerous! Gives me chills down my spine!"

Song Yidao's face darkened as he said, "It's not 'Send a Knife,' it's Song Yidao. Hey, I'm being nice here—can you at least give me an answer..."

"I'm Bai Yang. Are you sure you're treating?"

Bai Yang looked at him with sparkling eyes. Even though he wasn't short on cash, he had no problem letting someone else foot the bill.

"You might as well just die of stinginess—you just fleeced a few million off my grandpa not long ago, what's the point of nickel-and-diming here?" Song Yidao was super frustrated.

"Hold on, you're saying that old man who's loaded and bought booze from me is your grandpa? No wait, so you followed me all the way here, didn't you? What do you want?"

Bai Yang looked wary. He wasn't actually an idiot; he could guess it in a second. He didn't buy that the world was that small—oh, just randomly run into someone who's a friend's grandson? You believe that?

"Heh, let's talk inside," Song Yidao said mysteriously, winking at Bai Yang.

Let's see what trick you're pulling. Bai Yang wasn't scared. Inside it was.

Twisting and turning, there were little bridges over flowing water, rockeries, ponds, pavilions, and all kinds of 'Qing dynasty' girls bustling about. If Song Yidao weren't right beside him, Bai Yang would've thought he'd time-traveled again...

They arrived at a pavilion, super spacious, with a full five 'princesses' serving on the side—one playing tea ceremony, one plucking a guqin, one fanning with a fan—basically, the vibe was top-tier.

Then came a conveyor belt of dishes being served, all sorts of fancy stuff with perfect color, aroma, and taste that Bai Yang didn't recognize. He didn't bother asking what game the other guy was playing; he just wolfed it all down until he was stuffed like a pregnant woman.

What? You ask why he didn't comment on the food? Come on, the only good word he could say was 'delicious.'

The leftovers were cleared away, tea was served, and Song Yidao even shooed all the girls out before getting down to business.

"Bro, to be honest, I run a restaurant—right here. You've seen it; it's raking in money hand over fist, no exaggeration. That meal we just had was worth at least a hundred thousand, but I want to take it to the next level," Song Yidao said, throwing out a lead-in.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Bai Yang said, picking his teeth.

I knew this guy was unreliable, never plays by the rules. No wonder the Old Master got so pissed off, Song Yidao muttered to himself, putting on a smile and saying, "Simple. I want to partner with you."

Bai Yang caught on instantly, looking at him and saying, "You want me to use that kind of liquor to partner with you?"

Since this guy was Song Guotao's grandson, knowing his background was way too easy. Bai Yang wasn't surprised at all.

"Bingo. What do you think?" Song Yidao nodded.

"Hold on, let me make a call."

Bai Yang raised a hand to stop him. Under the other's gesture of invitation, Bai Yang dialed Liu Qingshan's number.

Without waiting for the other to speak, Bai Yang rattled off: "Old Liu, you're a liar. Get your ass over to the Royal Banquet and beat Song Yidao to death for me. He's bugging me here."

Song Yidao: "..."

"Bro, you can't do this..." Song Yidao was about to cry.

(Requesting recommendation tickets and collection support)