Zhao Lang made a great impression on Jiang Mingchuan.
As a result, Jiang Mingchuan didn’t even bother going back to the company for the rest of the day, instead slinging an arm around Zhao Lang’s shoulder to chat.
They talked about everything from the company’s current situation to the market, the global political landscape, and finally, history.
After all, Zhao Lang had lived several lifetimes, and although he never lived past twenty in any of them, cumulatively he was over a hundred years old.
With so much experience, he naturally knew a lot.
So he could pick up on every topic Jiang Mingchuan threw at him.
Jiang Mingchuan was quite surprised himself.
He had never had such smooth conversations with peers, let alone a junior.
Jiang Mingchuan, feeling exhilarated, invited Zhao Lang to stay for dinner.
He completely ignored the three glaring looks Jiang Li shot his way.
Before it was even late afternoon, the Jiang Family was bustling with activity.
It was as lively as New Year’s.
The servants bustled about, some tasked with buying groceries, others with preparing the dining room.
"Hurry, go order some flowers and arrange them, something light in color, don’t make it too gaudy."
"Xiao Liu, the old master wants to use the set of blue and white porcelain tableware he collected before; do you know where it’s kept?"
"Is there still time to order seafood now? Or should I just go to the market to buy some directly?"
In the end, even Ji Yanbai was roped in, driving back and forth to fetch things.
Before long, a huge table full of dishes was prepared.
The two youngsters were extremely excited, dragging Meng Wanzhi to the dining area.
"Mom, mom, look at the big fish and big lobsters!"
Meng Wanzhi quickly pulled Jiang Bufan back and made a shushing motion.
"We have guests at home, behave, or you won’t get to eat later."
The guest today was quite significant.
Apparently, he was the eldest daughter’s boyfriend, and his family’s status wasn’t low in the Capital.
They had to present themselves well; they couldn’t afford to be looked down upon.
Once dinner was ready, the old master was the first to sit down.
He immediately seated Zhao Lang to his left.
Jiang Li was also arranged to sit next to Zhao Lang.
Once everyone was seated, Jiang Zhao Yuan noticed something was amiss.
"Why are there still two empty seats? Where are those two Jiang Cheng boys?"
The servant’s expression was somewhat complicated, looking at the old master before quietly replying, "Second and Third Young Masters aren’t feeling well and said they won’t come down for dinner."
The old master furrowed his brow.
He knew these two grandsons too well.
He saw them running and boxing as early as six in the morning today, and over the past year, they’d become quite fit following Jiang Li around. How could they suddenly be unwell?
In the room, Jiang Shixu nervously moved his chess piece.
"Brother...."
"What’s wrong?" Jiang Cheng, expressionless, ate one of his pawns.
"Wouldn’t it be bad not to go down for dinner? Won’t Grandfather be angry?"
"So what if he is?" Jiang Cheng said blankly, "Do you want to go down and watch that man fawn over sister?"
Jiang Shixu shook his head.
No, he didn’t want that at all.
"Then that’s settled. We’ll just play chess in my room. No need to go down."
Before Jiang Shixu could make another move, there was a knock on the door.
They exchanged a glance, then Jiang Cheng went to open it.
Behind the door was Jiang Li, with a half-smile on her face.



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