Remember to Dress Nicely

After he finished speaking.

Yi Feng took out the card the Baofeng Merchant Association's butler had just given him.

"To be honest, if it were in the past, I might have bowed for five pecks of rice, but now..."

"Ten thousand gold coins aren't really much to me."

As he spoke, Yi Feng didn't forget to wave the card in front of Mao Lin's eyes.

"Hmph!"

Mao Lin scoffed, but the next moment, his gaze caught sight of the card Yi Feng was waving.

That exclusive color and pattern?

What?

Mao Lin's face changed drastically. As the President of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, how could he not recognize the exclusive deposit card of their arch-rival, the Baofeng Merchant Association?

This type of deposit card was similar to their Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce's, divided into different tiers.

And the deposit card in Yi Feng's hand, he could tell at a glance, was a high-tier deposit card from the Baofeng Merchant Association. Possessing such a card meant there was at least a hundred thousand gold coins deposited inside.

In other words, Yi Feng possessed at least a hundred thousand gold coins.

Upon realizing this, Mao Lin felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

"How is it, President Mao?"

Seeing Mao Lin's frustrated expression, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes and asked with a pure smile.

"You..."

"You, you, you..."

"You win, hmph." Mao Lin's face turned green with anger, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood. With an angry snort, he shouted, "Let's go."

Watching Mao Lin leave in disgrace, Yi Feng contemptuously put away his deposit card.

Slapping someone in the face with money felt really good.

Of course, Yi Feng had never intended to show off his wealth. If Mao Lin had refused to publish his work back then, he wouldn't have minded. From his perspective, prioritizing the merchant association's interests was understandable.

But what he shouldn't have done was belittle Yi Feng's efforts and then try to humiliate him with a mere hundred gold coins.

A man.

It's okay to be poor, but one must never lose their spirit.

That's why Yi Feng naturally wouldn't give Mao Lin a good reception when he came this time.

Mao Lin returned to the merchant association with a dark expression, where he was met by the entire high-ranking staff. When they learned that Mao Lin had returned empty-handed, the pressure immediately fell upon him.

"President, didn't you confidently claim that you would definitely invite that author back?"

"Yes, last month the Baofeng Merchant Association's profits already surpassed ours by over twenty percent. If this continues this month, let alone the profits this book will bring to the Baofeng Merchant Association, just its influence and reputation will crush our Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce."

"If the Baofeng Merchant Association takes the lead in this merchant association ranking, then you, Mao Lin, will be the sinner of our Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce."

Unceremonious voices came one after another. Mao Lin was overwhelmed, but facing their pressure, even as the president, he couldn't just ignore it. He could only muster his courage and say, "It's just one unsuccessful attempt. Don't worry, I have my ways."

After the meeting, Mao Lin returned home and sat at the head of the table, frowning deeply.

Finally, he called out, "Someone, bring my young lady out."

A moment later, Mao Yun'er, with her graceful figure clad in a red dress and her bare feet, walked in and softly asked, "Father, what do you need me for?"

"Ahem, Yun'er."

Upon seeing Mao Yun'er arrive, Mao Lin put away his gloomy expression and said with a smile, "I have good news for you. The author of Dream of the Red Chamber has been found. Oh, and by the way, the author of Supreme Treasure is the same person."

"Really?"

Mao Yun'er's delicate face showed surprise, filled with joy.

"Indeed."

Mao Lin nodded, then asked, "Yun'er, I'm asking you, do you like this person?"

Hearing this, Mao Yun'er's delicate face flushed. She lowered her head and said, "Father, although I haven't met him, his literary talent is outstanding, and he has created such masterpieces. I believe he must be a kind, refined, gentle, and elegant young master!"

Seeing Mao Yun'er praise Yi Feng so highly, Mao Lin's expression flickered with uncertainty, but he quickly concealed it and said gently, "Yun'er, I will support whatever you like. Moreover, literature is indeed a charming thing, so if you have a pursuit, go for it boldly!"

"Thank you, Father."

Mao Yun'er's delicate face was filled with excitement. Thinking that she would soon meet the great author she had longed for, her face unconsciously flushed.

"Alright, you may go. I will have someone send you his personal information and address later. Find some time to pay him a visit!" Mao Lin instructed.

"Yes, Father. Yun'er takes her leave." Mao Yun'er said softly.

"Wait."

As Mao Yun'er was leaving, Mao Lin couldn't help but call out again.

"Hm?"

Mao Yun'er turned back.

"Remember to dress prettily. And this skirt is a bit too long; most scholars don't like this style."