Martial King's Retired Life

Volume 8 Chapter 52 Why Should Depraved Talent Shy From a Scrap?

You have to be kidding me… I only came up with this name to curse my shifu. I don’t know a lick about Zhong Hualiu. Not only am I hiding my identity but even my fake identity now? No, no, let’s focus on thinking of something first…

“Hahahahaha,” Ming Feizhen hysterically laughed in an uncomfortably loud voice after his eyes did laps. “Interesting. Interesting. Young Master Luo really has given me a big surprise this time, hahaha.” Ming Feizhen continued pacing back and forth until he saw the dumbfounded performers, to which he started fanning himself and continued, “I don’t remember paying you to stand there. Do what you were paid to do. Don’t ruin my mood. Bai, don’t just space out on me. Start writing.”

“R-right.”

An erhu player resumed playing, only to be told, “Why are you playing the erhu when you have fine vision? How good are you with your hands? Don’t pretend.”

Ming Feizhen reproved one person after another until the performers and Bai Laimu resumed their tasks. As Long Zaitian listened in to the clash of poems, music and footsteps, Long Zaitian started clapping and commenting, “We’re screwed. We have a mad man. I keep telling you the guy doesn’t train enough; all he trains is his gums. Now he’s lost his mind because he’s been outmuscled.”

Su Xiao didn’t need long to work out Ming Feizhen’s plan due to how well he knew the latter and pointed out, “Big Brother Ming is planning to pester them perpetually.”

Long Zaitian berated, “Pester them into what?”

“I reckon Su W-” Mountain Monster stopped herself from saying “Wench” and then finished, “is right.” Mountain Monster pulled out a chair to sit in - literally because of her size. Her mannerisms resembled the spoilt young lady of a rich household, yet nobody felt it was unreasonable owing to her appearance. She went on, “When has he never used bluffs? He’s stalling for time.”

“Xiao!”

Su Xiao reached for the firmament: “Present!”

“Don’t just idle there. What is the towel on your shoulder for, decoration?”

“On it! Move, move, I’m busy.” Su Xiao weaved through the tables and people to clean the tables.

“I’m also worried about the kitchen. Chef Zhang, come over here…” called Ming Feizhen.

Yi Wangyou voiced, “Young Master Zhong, you were just preaching a moment ago, earning my admiration. You were not putting on a bluff, were you?”

“I am doing this so that your friend does not evaluate our service as lousy. The music can create a nice ambience. I have nothing to fear if Young Master Luo is in doubt.” Ming Feizhen sauntered over to Mr. Qian and greeted, “How do you do, Mr. Qian?”

Mr. Qian pulled his hands behind him and elucidated, “This is enough to prove you aren’t Master Zhong’s son. I last met him last year. If you’re his son, you would know me as we address each other as brothers. Moreover, you don’t even address me as Second Uncle Qian.”

Though the hostiles trained suspicious gazes on Ming Feizhen, it wasn’t enough to throw him off his game: “Elder, you claim to be my father’s close friend. My father has multiple ‘close friends’ who visit him on a daily basis. If I had to address all of you as uncle, how big would my family be? Are you going to feed all of us?”

Despite calling Zhong Hualiu a close friend, the two were in competition at the end of the day for they were in the same industry. Yes, Mr. Qian addressed Zhong Hualiu as a brother, but that was in his drunken stupor. They weren’t as close as he insinuated and clashed in numerous ways. Hence, with a ripe tomato for a face, Mr. Qian thundered, “Have you no manners?! How hubristic can you be?! Nobody in Luoyang has heard of Master Zhong having a younger son, you imposter!”

“Have you heard about his eldest son, then?”

Of course people knew of Zhong Ning. His name was taboo within the family, though, due to his deeds, and Mr. Qian was privy of that.

“You might think you have the gift of the gab, but you’re just being unreasonable!”

“Relax, relax, Mr. Qian. Wait… I did not accidentally reveal your intent to leech, did I? Even if I did, you can rest assured. We always spare a couple of mantous for the con artists who try to defraud us annually. We don’t mind sharing our wealth with the people.”

Someone scoffed, “You mean, ill-earned wealth doesn’t last,” switching up the popular idiom that promoted, “Do not covet ill-earned wealth.”

Mr. Qian erupted, “You claim you’re from Zhong Clan without any proof. This old one must teach you a lesson!”