Du Fei and Gong Chengbin were eating at a place not far from their company.
They casually chose a window seat, ordered a few dishes, and a bottle of wine.
"Du Fei, honestly, sometimes I really envy you. You run a small Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic, doing what you love, indifferent to fame and fortune, living your own quiet life."
Gong Chengbin looked at Du Fei, sitting opposite him, and said with a hint of envy.
"Envy me? Ah Bin, you're a multi-billionaire business magnate now. You say that, it's a bit much, don't you think?"
Du Fei glanced at Gong Chengbin and replied with a smile.
Gong Chengbin took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff.
"Hoo, yes, I'm wealthy now, indeed envied by many. But on the other hand, I've lost my freedom. Everything I do requires careful consideration, for fear of affecting the company's development and reputation. Also, I've lost touch with most of the friends I used to get along with. How does that saying go? 'It's lonely at the top.' Yes, that's the one."
Gong Chengbin sighed as he spoke.
Du Fei didn't know how to comfort him regarding his troubles.
Just then, the dishes and wine arrived.
So Du Fei urged Gong Chengbin to eat and poured him a glass of wine.
After that, Du Fei deliberately changed the subject, and Gong Chengbin soon forgot about what he had just said.
The two clinked glasses and soon finished the bottle of baijiu.
Gong Chengbin signaled for another bottle.
For Du Fei, let alone one bottle, he could digest ten bottles of baijiu in minutes if he wished, once he activated the Wanxiang Jue. But Gong Chengbin was different.
Especially since Gong Chengbin was feeling a bit down at the moment, Du Fei held the wine bottle and prevented him from gulping down glass after glass.
The meal lasted for over an hour. By the time they left the restaurant, Gong Chengbin could barely stand.
He kept mumbling that his current life was too tiring and that he lacked personal freedom.
Du Fei comforted him while helping him into a car.
Since both had been drinking, Du Fei had already called a taxi before leaving the restaurant.
After getting in, Du Fei first took Gong Chengbin back home.
Seeing Gong Chengbin sleeping soundly in bed with loud snores, Du Fei left with peace of mind.
Walking out of Gong Chengbin's house, Du Fei didn't go straight home but chose to walk along the roadside.
Looking at the bustling streets and the streams of cars on the road, Du Fei's thoughts drifted back to when he first entered prison.
At that time, his father was killed in a hit-and-run. Instead of reporting the accident and surrendering, the perpetrator tried to eliminate all traces and put him in prison as well.
After framing him and getting him imprisoned, that guy bribed people in the prison to make him disappear from this world permanently.
Fortunately, fate intervened. Just as he was on the verge of death, he activated his ancestor's legacy.
Later, with his ancestor's inheritance, Du Fei successfully dealt with the assassins in prison and used his extraordinary medical skills to befriend various figures from all walks of life within the prison.
It was precisely because of his ancestor's legacy that Du Fei was able to leave prison and return to his mother and sister.
Thus, everything he possessed today was earned through his own strength.
This point made Du Fei clearly realize that only by possessing great personal strength can one lay the foundation for everything.
He thought, if he had his current strength back then, his enemy would never have dared to harm him.
Thinking of this, Du Fei couldn't help but clench his fist.
One day, he would make that person pay for the blood debt!
As he reached an intersection, Du Fei's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw an acquaintance.
"Fang Chao."
Du Fei walked closer and called out in a slightly raised voice.
Fang Chao, hearing his name, turned his head. Seeing it was Du Fei, he was also surprised. "Du Fei, what are you doing here?"
So Du Fei explained that he had just finished dinner with a friend and had sent him home.
"By the way, Du Fei, do you have time now?"
Seeing Du Fei, Fang Chao suddenly had an idea.
"Yes, I have time. What's up?"
Du Fei nodded instinctively.
However, Fang Chao didn't answer Du Fei's question immediately. Instead, he pulled Du Fei into a car parked by the roadside.
As soon as the two of them got in, the car quickly started moving.
"Hey, Fang Chao, you just dragged me into the car without a word. Are you planning to sell me into slavery?"
Du Fei asked, smiling at Fang Chao sitting beside him.
"Yes, I'm planning to sell you into the deep mountains and old forests."
After saying that, Fang Chao started laughing himself.
"Actually, in a few days, it will be my grandfather's hundredth birthday. Everyone in the family will prepare a gift for him. I'm racking my brains trying to figure out what to give."
After speaking, Fang Chao sighed, looking troubled.
Du Fei had briefly mentioned his grandfather to Du Fei before.
Hearing that Fang Chao's grandfather was already a centenarian, Du Fei was quite surprised. While people living to one hundred weren't nonexistent, they were extremely rare.
But the next moment, Du Fei suddenly remembered that Fang Chao's grandfather was a martial artist. He suddenly felt it wasn't that surprising anymore.
After all, as far as Du Fei himself was concerned, since he started practicing the Wanxiang Jue, he felt his physical functions had reached an unprecedented level.
Compared to that, it was not at all surprising that Fang Chao's grandfather, a profound martial artist, could live to be a hundred years old.
"Well, I'm not very good at choosing gifts either, so I'm afraid I can't help you much."
After hearing Fang Chao's words, Du Fei immediately stated that he had no experience in gift-giving.
Besides, the richest man in Rongcheng was supported by the Fang family. What could Fang Chao's grandfather possibly be lacking, given his family's wealth?
Du Fei really couldn't think of anything to give.
So he could only speak the truth.
But unexpectedly, after Du Fei finished speaking, Fang Chao waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay. As the saying goes, 'Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang.' Maybe if we put our heads together, we can come up with a gift idea."
Since Fang Chao had said so, Du Fei didn't feel it was appropriate to say anything else.
The car drove west and soon arrived at the Baihu Mountain Market in the western district of Rongcheng.
Baihu Mountain Market was the largest commodity market in Rongcheng, where you could buy almost anything you wanted.
From ancient artifacts and calligraphy to snacks and daily necessities, it had everything.
"Wow, this is my first time at Baihu Mountain Market. I didn't expect it to be so lively."
After Fang Chao and Du Fei got out of the car, before even entering the market, they saw crowds of people surging inside.
Du Fei, more so than Fang Chao, had been here twice.
However, back then, he had come with his father to buy New Year goods, and that was many years ago.
The two paused for a moment and then walked in together with the crowd.