“Why is he looking for me? Why didn't you just have him call me directly?”

Chen Xiao asked.

Wu Fei'er pouted and said, feeling wronged, “Without your permission, how would I dare give your number to just anyone?”

Chen Xiao smiled sheepishly, “Alright, then tell him now… Forget it, give me his number, I’ll call him.”

“Okay.”

Wu Fei'er left Zhao Xiaobo's phone number and then went out to get busy.

Chen Xiao dialed Zhao Xiaobo's number.

“Hello, hello, who is this?”

After the call connected, Zhao Xiaobo's questioning voice came from the other end.

“Hello, old classmate, this is Chen Xiao.”

Chen Xiao said.

“Chen Xiao? I’ve finally found you!”

Hearing Chen Xiao’s voice, Zhao Xiaobo was overjoyed.

Chen Xiao asked him, “I heard you were looking for me? What’s it about?”

“Well, I do have something very important to discuss with you, but it’s not convenient to talk about it over the phone. Old classmate, do you have some time now? How about we go out for a cup of tea?”

Zhao Xiaobo asked tentatively.

“Sure, where are you planning to treat me?”

“Let’s go to Qingcheng Clubhouse.”

“Okay, you wait for me, I’ll be there soon.”

After talking to Zhao Xiaobo, Chen Xiao took a taxi to Qingcheng Clubhouse.

Qingcheng Clubhouse was located in a secluded suburb.

Chen Xiao got out of the car and saw the area was surrounded by trees, lush and green. The mottled walls were covered with traces of ivy, and the ground was paved with green brick slabs.

The vermilion gate had dark gold studs, and a row of Jiangnan beauties in plain cheongsams stood in front of the gate. The soft and gentle Pingtan melodies floated out from within.

Zhao Xiaobo was waiting for Chen Xiao at the entrance. He looked like he had been waiting for a long time. As soon as he saw Chen Xiao, he hurried to greet him.

“Old classmate, so low-key, you actually took a taxi here…”

Zhao Xiaobo's face had a hint of deliberate artificiality, which felt very unnatural. One could tell that he was not very willing to deal with Chen Xiao unless it was absolutely necessary.

Chen Xiao smiled and ignored his comment. Instead, he looked at the gate of the clubhouse and asked, “Old classmate, this place isn’t cheap, right? You’ve spent so much money to treat me today, what’s it all about?”

Zhao Xiaobo smiled awkwardly and said, “Old classmate, to be honest, I’m not the one who’s looking for you. I’m just a go-between. Someone else wants to see you.”

“Oh? Who is it?”

Hearing what Zhao Xiaobo said, it was becoming more and more in line with Chen Xiao's expectations.

“Let me keep you in suspense for now. You’ll know when you go inside. In short, it’s a good thing!”

Zhao Xiaobo made a gesture for Chen Xiao to enter.

Since he was already here, Chen Xiao followed Zhao Xiaobo to a room in the clubhouse.

As soon as the two of them entered the room, a maid served them a futon.

The room was also extremely elegant, decorated in a Tang Dynasty style, with several black sandalwood low tables in the middle.

On the low tables, there was a set of exquisite tea sets. The thin porcelain bowls were so delicate that they seemed to be breakable with a puff of air. It was clear at a glance that they were the work of a master.

Sitting across from the low tables was an odd-looking middle-aged man.

The reason he was called odd-looking was because he was clearly a foreigner, with flaxen hair, blue eyes, and sharply defined features, yet he had a bun and was wearing a traditional Chinese gown.

“Mr. Chen, please sit down!”

The odd-looking foreigner gestured for Chen Xiao to sit down, and then smoothly brewed a pot of tea.

Chen Xiao did not expect that this person, with his pair of large, hairy hands, could actually do such delicate work, and do it so well.

“Top-grade Da Hong Pao tea, combined with the spring water from Jade Witch Mountain, and the Jun porcelain tea set from Jingdezhen. Only in China can you find such conditions, and only tea brewed in this way can truly be called the tea ceremony.”

The foreigner spoke fluent Chinese and knew quite a bit about it.

He picked up the white porcelain bowl, gently smelled it, and had an intoxicated expression on his face.

Then, he placed the small bowl in front of Chen Xiao and made a gesture to invite him.

“Mr. Chen, please have some tea!”

“Thanks.”

Chen Xiao took the tea with a calm expression.

As if everything in front of him was commonplace.

Little did he know that Zhao Xiaobo, who was still standing respectfully to the side, was extremely envious.

It was only then that the foreigner slowly introduced himself: “Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is Paro Schmidt, the Global Vice President of Kangxing Company. I apologize for the presumptuous invitation today, and I hope Mr. Chen will not be offended!”

Actually, even without his introduction, Chen Xiao could guess that the other party was from Kangxing Company.

He just didn’t know which number this Global Vice President was in the entire Kangxing Company hierarchy.

Chen Xiao chuckled softly: “Offended? Not at all. I just don’t know what Mr. Schmidt invited me here for. It’s not just to invite me for a cup of tea, is it?”

When Schmidt heard Chen Xiao's words, his expression visibly froze for a moment.

Perhaps he did not expect Chen Xiao to be so direct. After all, the Chinese people he had met were not so straightforward, and they did not reveal their emotions easily. They would beat around the bush seven or eight times before saying a sentence.

It was the first time he had encountered someone as direct as Chen Xiao.

“Hahahaha, Mr. Chen, you are a straightforward person, I like you very much!”

Schmidt laughed heartily, greatly admiring him.

Although Chen Xiao knew that the words ‘I like you very much’ did not have any other special meaning, it still made him feel uncomfortable all over.

He did not speak, quietly waiting for Schmidt's next words.

And Schmidt finally stopped his endless posturing and asked, “Mr. Chen, I heard that you have a magical acupuncture technique that can treat cancer, is that true?”

“Oh? Who did you hear that from?”

Chen Xiao squinted his eyes and asked Schmidt.

Actually, he knew the answer without asking. It must be that kid Zhao Xiaobo. After all, Zhao Xiaobo was there when Chen Xiao treated Wu Fei'er's mother.

“Chen Xiao, I was the one who told Mr. Schmidt.”

Zhao Xiaobo looked smug, and even winked at Chen Xiao, as if he had done Chen Xiao a great favor.

“So, Mr. Chen, you also admit that your magical acupuncture technique can really treat cancer? Mr. Chen, I wonder if you can give me a live demonstration?”

Schmidt's eyes still had a hint of suspicion, and he obviously didn't quite believe Chen Xiao's words.

Chen Xiao chuckled: “Mr. Schmidt, I don’t know what you mean by that?”

Schmidt looked blank, as if he didn't understand what Chen Xiao was saying.

Chen Xiao then said calmly, “Whether my acupuncture technique can treat cancer or not has nothing to do with you. Whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me.”

As he spoke, Chen Xiao's face revealed a mocking expression, and his tone became stronger.

“You even want me to give you a live demonstration? I'm sorry, my medical skills are used to treat diseases, not to perform. So your suggestion is truly ridiculously stupid!”