Young Master Xu Runs His Mouth

"Sorry for the trouble, but could you arrange a few more Dining Tables?"

Zhang Yang was in high spirits on this happy day, and he spoke to the head waitress.

"I'm sorry, sir. Those have to be booked in advance."

The head waitress had no idea that Zhang Yang's banquet had been squeezed into the schedule at the last minute. Her answer caught him off guard, but his good mood was not so easily spoiled.

"Get Old Gong. I'll talk to him."

Zhang Yang added that without pulling rank, it seemed nothing would get done. It wasn't as though he wouldn't pay.

"Your husband? Who's that?"

The head waitress looked bewildered.

"Gong Xinquan."

Zhang Yang gave her the name. She paused. Anyone who called the manager that had to know him well, perhaps even be close friends with him.

"No need! I'll arrange it. I'll arrange it."

She said it in a rush, then turned to make the arrangements at once.

"Add a few more tables."

With that, Zhang Yang went back to greeting his friends.

Gong Xinquan sat in his office, surprised by the information he had received on Zhang Yang. On paper, Zhang Yang was utterly ordinary, with neither status nor wealth.

But an investigation into his recent activities had uncovered far too many secrets for such an ordinary young man. He could heal the sick and fight. He was an expert at Gambling on Stones and skilled at Antique Appraisal. He had even hired a private bodyguard.

A man that mysterious was frightening enough, especially when he knew things about Gong Xinquan that even the traffic police did not.

"What good would another enemy do me? I'd rather have another friend."

Gong Xinquan muttered to himself. He had made his choice. A wise man knew which