Song Yidao, Send a Blade?

What was the first thing you thought of when you got rich? Spending it, of course. Were you saving it to hatch some chicks or what?

That was how Bai Yang saw it, anyway.

That little punk had a point. Dying without spending your money was a tragedy. After seeing how fragile life was over there, you never knew when someone might be gone, so if you had the chance, you had to live it up!

The first thing that came to mind was, I'm rich! More than sixty million! At last, I can buy Xiong Da's metalworking factory.

But then he reconsidered. What was the point of buying it? Once he equipped the savages over there with titanium alloy armor and titanium alloy blades, the metalworking factory wouldn't be much use—at least not in the short term.

So why buy it? Besides, Xiong Da had just accepted a huge order from him and was probably going to make a tidy profit. He likely wouldn't sell.

Just wait. That bear-faced idiot probably won't get another order in his life. I'll let him stew for now, then buy him and his factory, lock, stock, and barrel!

With that thought, Bai Yang felt much better.

But then came the next question: what should he do now?

He checked the time. Somehow, it was nearly five in the afternoon, and he was still hungry.

I'm having a feast! The more expensive, the better. So what if I'm a nouveau riche? Come bite me!

He thought it fiercely, pulled out his phone, and searched online for the biggest, most luxurious restaurant nearby. It had to be at least five-star. He wouldn't even look at the rest.

But when Bai Yang opened his phone and went online, he was stunned. What was going on? Every major website was flooded with posts about Bao Bao!

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

After figuring out what was going on, Bai Yang muttered to himself and couldn't help sighing. What kind of messed-up world was this? How could anyone bring themselves to screw over such a good man? And for so many years, too. They should've just killed him outright.

"When Bao Bao first started trending, I thought he'd won a gold medal. Turns out the horse was prone to running off with other riders. Maybe that green water in the Rio pool was a sign something was about to go wrong..."

Bai Yang had never been interested in the entertainment industry. He didn't care about female celebrities or pretty young male stars. But seeing one of the few honest men in showbiz get bullied still rubbed him the wrong way.

In a fit of passion, he started firing shots everywhere. He searched Taobao for online commenters, and since money was no object, he threw down a million. "Go after them! Spam every corner of the internet! Flood the sites! Bury that little bitch!"

Ten minutes later, Bai Yang gazed at his phone with a smug smile. Every post about Bao Bao on every major website was being flooded by the commenters he'd hired. He felt fantastic. I'm loaded, so I'll do whatever makes me happy!

He was the sort who lit the fuse and ran, never sticking around to deal with the fallout. The internet was in an uproar, with millions of paid commenters swarming every major portal. Wherever they went, they flooded the screen until the websites nearly froze. They planted their flags everywhere, all marching in perfect formation with the same line: "Don't cry, Bao Bao! Go find ten more campus beauties! Forget that lousy horse!"

The replies were mostly just, "Don't cry, Bao Bao! Go find ten more campus beauties! Forget that lousy horse! +1," all the way up to millions...

The bomb he'd set off had practically been an atomic bomb dropped on the internet. It nearly overshadowed the scandal itself...!

"Imperial Court Banquet? A century-old five-star restaurant? Sounds like a load of nonsense, but I've gotta check it out!"

Bai Yang's eyes lit up when he found the five-star restaurant online. He wasn't interested in fancy foreign cuisine; he was going for those two words, "Imperial Banquet." What was the point of being rich if you couldn't enjoy an emperor's treatment?

He grabbed his motorcycle keys, went outside, hopped on, and roared off.

When he arrived, he had to admit it looked pretty good. Bamboo groves surrounded the place, with a classical garden nestled among them. A quiet path wound through the bamboo and into the grounds. Best of all, every single server was gorgeous, dressed like a princess from the Qing Dynasty...

He was like a bumpkin who'd just arrived in the city, fascinated by everything he saw. But before he even got through the gate, a polite employee stopped him.

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

A young man dressed like a eunuch called out to Bai Yang in a high-pitched voice.

"What's that?" Bai Yang didn't understand.

"A membership card..."

The other man looked speechless. So you came all the way here without knowing anything?

Bai Yang scratched his head and pointed at the entrance. "So I need a membership card just to eat here?"

"Yup."

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

Bai Yang was furious. They actually dared to keep him out? Once he bought the place, he'd hang membership cards all over himself!

The "little eunuch" was a bit dumbfounded. He probably hadn't met anyone more ridiculous than this guy, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

"Haha! You've got quite a personality, brother. How about I treat you, just for that?"

A hearty laugh came from behind Bai Yang.

Bai Yang turned around and saw a handsome guy getting out of a flashy sports car with his arm around a beautiful woman. He wore a friendly smile, and the woman in his arms was trying to suppress her laughter.

"Who the hell are you?"

Bai Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You're such a country bumpkin, firing off shots wherever you go," the handsome young man said, pointing at Bai Yang with exasperation.

Bai Yang scratched his head. "Do you know me? Don't get me wrong, I just can't keep my mouth shut. I mean no harm."

"I get it. Let me introduce myself. I own this place. I'm Song Yidao." The young man walked over and introduced himself, holding out his hand.

Bai Yang instantly retreated several steps, eyes wide. "What? Send a blade? What kind of dangerous name is that? It gives me the chills!"

Song Yidao's face went dark. "It's not 'Send a Blade.' It's Song Yidao. Hey, I'm trying to be nice here. You could at least give me an answer..."

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

Bai Yang stared at him, eyes shining. He had money, sure, but he never minded letting someone else pick up the tab.

"You might as well pinch every penny to death. You just fleeced several million from my grandpa not long ago. What's the point of taking advantage of me over something this small?" Song Yidao was utterly exasperated.

"Hold on. You're saying that rich old man who bought liquor from me was your grandpa? Wait, so you've been tailing me all the way here? What are you after?"

Bai Yang looked wary. He wasn't really an idiot; he'd figured it out at once. He didn't believe in a world so small that a random person he met would turn out to be the grandson of someone he knew. Did anyone actually believe that?

"Heh-heh. Let's go inside and talk." Song Yidao gave Bai Yang a secretive wink.

Let's see what kind of tricks you're up to. Bai Yang wasn't afraid. "Inside it is."

They wound their way through the grounds. There were little bridges over flowing water, artificial hills, ponds, pavilions, and towers. Qing-dynasty-style beauties darted everywhere. If Song Yidao hadn't been right beside him, Bai Yang would've thought he'd traveled to another world again...

They went up to a pavilion. It was incredibly spacious, with five "princesses" attending to them. One demonstrated the tea ceremony, another played the guqin, and another fanned them. The whole place screamed luxury.

Then the dishes arrived one after another, assembly-line style. One elaborate delicacy after another, all enticing in color, aroma, and taste, landed on the table. Bai Yang didn't recognize any of them, but he didn't care what tricks they were trying to pull. He wolfed everything down until he was as stuffed as a pregnant woman.

What? Why didn't he comment on the food? Forget it. Apart from "delicious," he couldn't say anything else.

After the leftovers were cleared away and tea was served, Song Yidao sent all the women away. Only then did they get down to business.

"Brother, to be frank, I run a restaurant. This one, as you can see. You could say it brings in money hand over fist. That meal we just had was worth at least a hundred thousand, but I want to take things to the next level." Song Yidao was laying the groundwork.

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

He'd known this guy was unreliable. He didn't follow the rules at all; no wonder the old man had blown his top at him. Song Yidao thought to himself, then put on a smile. "It's simple. I want to work with you."

Bai Yang understood at once. He looked at Song Yidao. "You want to work with me using that liquor?"

Since this guy was Song Guotao's grandson, it would've been absurdly easy for him to learn about Bai Yang. Bai Yang wasn't surprised at all.

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

"Hold on. I'm making a call."

Bai Yang held up a hand to stop him. With Song Yidao gesturing for him to go ahead, Bai Yang dialed Liu Qingshan.

Before Liu Qingshan could speak, Bai Yang rattled off, "Old Liu, you broke your word! Get your ass to the Royal Banquet and beat Song Yidao to death for me. He's here bothering me!"

Song Yidao: "..."

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