Ling Yunxiao led Chen Xiaojun steadily through the bustling crowd of businesspeople.
Representatives of the various merchant associations, auction houses, and major suppliers, led by the Ning family and the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, had gathered here. Heads thronged together amid a lively hubbub.
Holding an exquisite wineglass, Ning Jiang approached them with a smile. "Uncle Yunxiao, Xiaojun, Uncle Chen Cong's golden birthday celebration is truly an unprecedented spectacle."
He gently swirled the fine wine in his glass, looking thoroughly pleased.
Ling Yunxiao nodded in thanks. "That's because everyone has done us the honor of coming. Of course, we must also thank your Ning family for its generous gifts."
"So many members of the Ning family have come in person to celebrate Brother Cong's birthday today. Our Chen Clan is deeply grateful for this kindness."
As he spoke, Ling Yunxiao turned to Chen Xiaojun and gestured toward a portly elderly man beside Ning Jiang. "Xiaojun, come and meet Mr. Zhu Baiwan, the deputy pavilion master of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. Mr. Baiwan, this is Young Master Xiaojun of our Chen Clan."
Zhu Baiwan's eyes shone as he looked Chen Xiaojun over. "Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from the young. Seeing Young Master Xiaojun fills me with emotion."
Chen Xiaojun bowed modestly. "Greetings, Mr. Baiwan. I am still young and inexperienced. If there is anything I do not understand, I hope you will not hesitate to instruct me."
Zhu Baiwan waved a hand and laughed. "You are far too modest, Young Master Xiaojun. I hear the Medicinal Herbs Market project was your idea. Such ingenuity leaves this old man far behind in your dust."
"It was only a passing inspiration," Chen Xiaojun replied modestly. "Your innovations and achievements in business are what I ought to learn from, Mr. Baiwan. Before you,