Identity in doubt
Under Shi Boxue's gaze, Li Bai said slowly, "The man claims to be Qing Tian Shuyong, one of the heirs to the Qing Tian Zaibatsu of Dongying."
Shi Boxue asked doubtfully, "What's the problem?"
He hadn't heard anything wrong with that. In Dongying, where social hierarchies were strict, any family that could be called a zaibatsu was already an extraordinary major power—an existence that ordinary people, and even the middle class, could only look up to.
Li Bai pointed at himself. "The problem is, I happen to know people from the Qing Tian Family!"
It would have been fine if the other party hadn't claimed to be from the Qing Tian Family. But he had insisted on calling himself Qing Tian Shuyong, one of the Qing Tian Zaibatsu's direct-line heirs.
That made Li Bai feel both angry and amused, like someone had mistaken a fake Li Kui for the real Li Gui.
Emmmm...
What?!
Shi Boxue sucked in a cold breath, his mouth opening wider and wider.
Seeing his reaction, Li Bai continued, "The Qing Tian Zaibatsu is related to my family by sworn kinship. You know, the kind of adopted relatives without any blood relation."
That fake Qing Tian Shuyong probably never would have imagined that the young Chinese man who had rescued him and Miyato Fujiko from the flood actually knew the real Qing Tian Shuyong he had impersonated.
While trying to fool someone else, he had unexpectedly picked the wrong target.
"Is your family wealthy? You even know a major zaibatsu from Dongying?"
Shi Boxue forced out the question.
He didn't know whether Li Bai's family had money, but the Qing Tian Family, which could be called a zaibatsu, was definitely rich, powerful, and influential.
"Second-generation poor!"
Li Bai counted it over on his