Chen Xiaojun then recounted everything about the Winding Stream Banquet and Jixiang, leaving nothing out.
After hearing him out, Chen Hua pondered for a while before saying, "So that's how it is. Jixiang, Third Ji... I've met him a few times. He's quite a learned man, and an interesting one too."
"But you can't force something like this. It all depends on whether fate brings you together."
"By the way, why do you want to get friendly with him?"
Chen Xiaojun lowered his voice. "Second Granduncle asked me to handle something involving Teacher Jixiang. I'll explain the details to you later."
Upon hearing that it was something Chen Cong had assigned, Chen Hua immediately grew serious. He nodded and said, "My father? All right, then."
Chen Xiaojun lowered his voice even further. "Besides, this will benefit you!"
A sharp gleam flashed in Chen Hua's eyes. "Really?!"
Chen Xiaojun said, "Sixth Uncle, would I lie to you?!"
Chen Mu immediately perked up at that and exclaimed, "Dad, then you absolutely have to go!"
Chen Hua smiled and patted Chen Mu's shoulder. "Don't worry, son. Your old man might not have much real talent, but I can still put on a cultured air."
Seeing that Chen Hua had agreed, Chen Xiaojun quickly said, "What are you saying? Sixth Uncle, you're brimming with talent. In literary circles, you glide along like a blade through butter."
Although it was flattery, it was pleasant to hear.
Among the middle generation, Chen Hua was universally acknowledged as the finest in literary cultivation.
Chen Mu could not help grinning. "Exactly! That's what I'm saying. When it comes to cozying up to people, Dad really knows his stuff."
Chen Hua said, "Then it's settled. Sixth, come get your uncle when the time comes."
Then he turned to look