"Fei'er, come and thank your savior!"

Huang Quan was interrupted by the voice of Tang Laoye, pulling his gaze away from the woman and looking at Tang Laoye instead.

He smiled and glanced at the man next to Tang Laoye, who was none other than Tang Ming.

At that time, when he helped Tang Ming exorcise a ghost, he had been so haunted that his face turned pale, and his lips were purple; he hardly looked like a person.

Now, he indeed looked like a handsome young man.

Tang Ming also smiled and nodded slightly, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Huang, for saving my life!"

His voice was calm, and although he expressed gratitude, his tone was icy.

Huang Quan didn’t care about his attitude, nor did he really mind whether he received thanks. He had his own motives for saving people, and being thanked repeatedly made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Tang Laoye, however, was as enthusiastic as ever. He stepped forward and grabbed Huang Quan's arm, saying, "Little brother, come this way; everyone here is doing business with my Tang family. Let me introduce you!"

Before Huang Quan could respond, Tang Laoye was already pulling him along to the side.

"Little brother! This is Mr. Qian, a giant in real estate; our family has a close relationship with him!"

"And this, this is Mr. Ming, who works in the communications industry. The telecommunications and electricity in Longcheng are all his family's businesses."

"And there's more!"

Tang Laoye enthusiastically expanded his network while Huang Quan maintained his professional fake smile. Since the elder was so warm towards him, he felt he couldn't refuse Tang Laoye’s goodwill.

However, to be honest, Huang Quan looked down on all these people. They were nothing more than a group of ordinary folks with mediocre luck who follow the crowd.

If anything piqued Huang Quan's curiosity, it was that woman. Given the chance, he wanted to study her and see just who she was.

He was about to ask Tang Laoye to introduce him to that woman when two people approached from the side.

These two people had flattering smiles as they saw Tang Laoye.

Tang Laoye also noticed them, feeling a chill in his heart. Weren't these the Ma family father and son?

He turned to look at Huang Quan, who appeared to have no particular expression on his face.

After Huang Quan had a run-in with Ma Wendong at the traffic police station last time, Tang Laoye had specifically instructed someone to investigate the relationship between these two.

He knew there were some past grievances between them, stemming from Ma Wendong stealing Huang Quan's girlfriend.

However, the young people nowadays emphasize the importance of good farewells, and there was no need to give up opportunities to expand their networks over one woman.

Tang Laoye held onto Huang Quan without any intention of letting go, greeting the Ma father and son, "Isn't this Tian Cheng and Jing Dong?"

"Yes, they are Ma Tiancheng and Ma Jingdong. You might not be familiar with them; their family is in the freight shipping business and seems to be venturing into real estate lately!"

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Huang Quan indeed hadn’t heard of Ma Tiancheng, but he had heard of Ma Jingdong.

Last time at the traffic police station, Ma Wendong had personally said that his second brother was named Ma Jingdong and that their family was in freight shipping—talk about narrow paths crossing!

Tang Laoye saw the smile on Huang Quan’s face hadn’t faded and quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Huang, I know you have a bit of a misunderstanding with their family’s younger son. Today, I am here to play the mediator; having more friends is better than having more enemies."

"You two are considered acquainted now. Tian Cheng, if you spend some time with little Huang, you’ll know that he is quite a formidable person."

Ma Tiancheng's smile was somewhat stiff, his cheeks twitching, and he didn’t say anything.

Ma Jingdong quickly smiled and said, "Grandpa Tang, what are you talking about? The matter between Wendong and Brother Huang is just about a woman."

"You know how young people are; it’ll pass in a while. What misunderstandings can we have?"

Tang Laoye nodded, "Alright! Since Jing Dong has said that, then you two should get to know each other better."

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He turned to Huang Quan and said: “Huang, I’ll go entertain the other guests; you and the Ma family father and son can explain things well. Harmony brings wealth, understand?”

Old Tang patted Huang Quan on the shoulder and left with his attendants.

Huang Quan watched Old Tang’s figure, the corners of his mouth curling up into a pleasing arc. He was calculating in his heart that with the old man gone, he could slip away.

Just as he raised his leg to leave, a voice stopped him from behind.

“What’s this? Old Tang asked Brother Huang to communicate with us two, and you just leave like this?”

The speaker was Ma Jingdong, and his voice revealed his complete disdain for Huang Quan.

Huang Quan’s outstretched foot dropped again as he turned to look at the Ma father and son. He truly didn’t know what to say to them.

Seeing he wasn’t speaking, Ma Jingdong continued, “However, I find it quite unexpected to see you here today. I thought you were already six feet under!”

Huang Quan frowned. Even if he had some grudges with Ma Wendong, he shouldn’t just come out and curse someone to death, right?

Ma Jingdong was indeed puzzled; logically speaking, those killers should start with the weakest first. This Huang Quan was clearly the most inconspicuous one on that list; why had no one killed him yet?

Ma Jingdong scrutinized Huang Quan again. Apart from being somewhat handsome, he didn’t seem particularly special.

“Little brother, I wonder if you’ve had any contact with Cao Tingting recently?”

Ma Jingdong sought to inquire indirectly about whether it was Huang Quan who had taken action.

Huang Quan shook his head, a hint of sadness in his eyes: “Not anymore! Ever since your young master got together with her, I haven’t seen her!”

“Well, what about Wendong? Have you seen him recently?” Ma Jingdong asked persistently.

Huang Quan thought for a moment, nodded, then shook his head.

Ma Jingdong was somewhat puzzled: “So did you see him or not?”

Huang Quan sighed and said, “Yes, I have seen him a few times, but each time he was looking for trouble. You all know my family background isn't as good as yours; when I see Ma Wendong, I can only take a detour.”

His eyes were filled with sincerity, and Ma Jingdong couldn’t detect even a hint of deceit.

“Then the night before last, did you see him?”

Huang Quan slightly pouted in grievance: “I did! But he insulted me, and I took the opportunity to run away while he wasn’t paying attention.”

“He even said he’d make me pay! I haven’t been able to sleep for days, but strangely, I haven’t seen Ma Wendong since that day.”

Ma Jingdong sighed, a bitter feeling surging in his heart.

He stared intensely into Huang Quan's eyes; the kid’s gaze was clear, and aside from showing a hint of fear and grievance when talking about Ma Wendong, there was nothing else to see.

Could it be that he was overthinking it?

Seeing Ma Jingdong no longer so aggressive, Huang Quan’s mouth slightly twitched up, revealing a smug smile.

Ma Jingdong withdrew his gaze, awkwardly chuckling, and said, “Since Old Tang has made the connection for us, why don’t we collaborate a bit?”

“Coincidentally, the Ma family wants to venture into real estate. You're so capable; you can drive away ghosts, so you must understand feng shui, right? How about taking a look at our real estate’s feng shui?”

Ma Jingdong wanted to learn more about Huang Quan and see if he was really the one who had pulled tricks on Ma Wendong. The most direct way was to keep him by his side.

Huang Quan pondered for a moment and said lightly, “Mr. Ma, I haven’t considered entering the feng shui industry yet; you may want to consult someone more experienced!”

Ma Jingdong stood there, caught between laughter and tears. On the surface, Huang Quan appeared calm and sincere, but he gave off an invisible pressure.

Especially his glasses; Ma Jingdong looked at them and felt there was another world inside.

“Ahem! How about this? We hired a feng shui master at the time, but we don’t know his level at all?”

“Can you help us take a look?”