Li Hu led Brother Chun into his room, closed the door behind him, and asked with a beaming smile, "Heh, brother, just what is this little half-baked money-making trick of yours?"
Nearby, Brother Chun deftly displayed an ordinary man's humble side. Wearing a restrained, ingratiating smile, he stooped over, carefully laid out the drinking dishes, and took out two sets of exquisite bowls, chopsticks, and wine cups.
He turned around and grinned. "Lord Li, come, come. Let's sit down and talk."
Li Hu pulled down a robe, put it on, and walked over to the square table. Without even looking at the fine wine and food, he sat down in a relaxed posture. "I've eaten. I'm not hungry. Heh, you eat. Go ahead."
Brother Chun felt no urgency at these words. Perching on the edge of the seat beside him, he poured a cup of wine. "Hehe, Lord Li, once this is over, I imagine my undercover career will be finished. I'll surely have plenty of dealings with the Bell Society afterward, so I hope you'll look after me."
Li Hu watched him with amusement, thinking, Holy shit, are Soul System methods this immersive? He really thinks he's one of the Wall-Facing People? This bizarre supernatural ability really is extraordinary. I should beg that Soul System genius to plant a thought in those wives of mine someday, making them believe from the bottom of their hearts that I'm their daddy, so they'll fuck more and ask for less money.
"What are you saying? You're one of the Wall-Facing People, a rank above us. Who knows? I might need you to look after me someday." Inwardly, he utterly despised Brother Chun, considering him nothing more than a manipulated clown. But following Cao Yufei's instructions, he patiently conversed with him.
"A toast