Chapter 79: Misjudgment (Seeking Bookmarks)

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  "Hey, isn't this Han Xiaoyi, Young Master Han?" Chen Li's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Han Yuan standing at the staircase entrance. He immediately stood up and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

  Han Yuan looked up and saw nothing, but still summoned the courage to coldly snort: "Young Master Chen, why are you like a fly, always appearing everywhere?"

  He wasn't so bold originally, but with Wu Fangyuan's name card in his pocket, it was a different story. That thing was more useful than a provincial governor's edict, and he didn't need to be nervous when meeting a difficult commoner.

  Chen Liyi was stunned. Normally, when Han Yuan saw him, although he didn't act like a mouse seeing a cat, he would still try to avoid him or keep his mouth shut and pretend to be dead. But today, he actually dared to openly provoke him?

  Chen Li was still stunned and hadn't spoken yet, but the few people behind him couldn't wait any longer and immediately rushed over.

  "Prince Han's temper is quite fierce..."

  "Yes, with such a temper, you dare to rush at Master Chen, aren't you quite bold?"

  "I feel like Mr. Han is intentionally picking on us today?"

  "Do you think I look like a good person, so you're going to take advantage of me?"

  Several people didn't know whether it was true or false cleverness, and the sarcastic remarks with rising and falling tones all rushed towards Han Yuan.

  Han Yuan's face was cold and he didn't speak, suddenly seeing Wei Zhao rush to himself with his thumb and index finger pinched together, standing up three fingers, his eyes were puzzled, but then saw Wei Zhao stretch out his head and smile and nod, instantly feeling a lot more at ease.

  Han Yuan swept a glance at Chen Li, who was still staring blankly at his own hand, and pushed him away. He walked over to the stool where Chen Li had been sitting and sat down, slamming his hand on the table. "Waiter, bring tea! Can't you see that I'm thirsty?" Han Yuan's heart was racing with anxiety, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to appear calm, his palm burning with pain.

  Chen Li and several others were immediately stunned. Chen Li stretched his neck to look at several people, then walked behind Han Yuan, turned around in a circle, looked around, and then raised his head to look at several people, saying: "No mistake, it's that Han Xiaoyi!"

  Several people were stunned, but soon after the sound of Korean yuan fell, a pot of good Bi Luo Chun was steaming hot and was served with great respect: "Young Master Han, your tea."

  As soon as the young man brought out the tea, Han Yuan's face relaxed and he sat back in his chair, looking like a refined gentleman. He held the cup to his nose, closed his eyes, and savored the aroma before taking a sip. "Ah, good tea!" he exclaimed with satisfaction.

  Chen Li was completely bewildered, earlier they had shouted for half a day but not a single drop of water came out. He glanced at the few hooligans behind him and sat down next to Han Yuan, stretching his neck and saying: "I say, Han Xiao Yi, are you Han Xiao Yi?"

  Han Yuan's eyelids lightly lifted, and he glanced at him sideways, saying: "Nothing, go cool off somewhere else, don't disturb me while I'm drinking tea."

  Chen Li was taken aback and leaned in, saying: "No, I'm telling you, Han Xiaoyi, didn't you take the wrong medicine today?"

  Han Yuan savored another sip, his head tilted back in a gesture of savoring the aftertaste. After a long while, he opened his eyes and said faintly: "I must have taken the wrong medicine, that little servant must have taken the wrong medicine too?"

  Chen Li was stunned again, turned his head to look at several friends, those people also looked puzzled, looking at the little second who was running around in the big Han's nest, shaking his head at Chen Li.

  Chen Li turned his head and looked at Han Yuan, watching him put down the teacup, lingering on his face for a moment, then reaching out to grab the teacup from the table and taking a big gulp.

  Chen Li held the cup in his hand, and his eyes became even more puzzled. He had drunk Bi Luo Chun before, and with just one sip, he would know if it was genuine.

  "I say, Han Xiaoyi, you've made a fortune?" Chen Li put down his cup and whispered to Han Yuan with a smile.

  Han Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with a silly expression, saying: "If I get rich, do you think Miss Yao Yu would still be waiting in that kind of place?"

  Chen Li grasped his ears and scratched his cheeks, looking at him with a puzzled expression on his face. After thinking for half a day, he suddenly slapped the table and stood up, angrily saying: "Han Yuan, I don't care if you've become rich or not, tonight I'll take in Yao Yu's daughter as my 17th concubine."

  If it were in the past, Korean won would have been red-faced and argued, but now Korean won is calm and collected, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was still savoring the taste of the tea just now.

  Chen Li looked at several of his friends again, seeing that they were still puzzled, he sat down and said: "Han Xiaoyi, Brother Han, as long as you are willing to say a word, I will immediately send Miss Yao Yu to your home."

  Han Yuan's heart was racing, and as soon as he heard it, he opened his eyes hastily and asked, "How much silver do you want?"

  Chen Li saw Han Yuan like this, and smiled slyly: "As long as Brother Han can reveal the secret of getting rich, I'll give you a girl named Yao Yuguang!"

  Han Yuang was just about to speak when a few coughs suddenly came from upstairs.

  Han Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and his face instantly regained its previous calm and majestic demeanor. He smiled faintly and said, "Brother Chen, how much do you think this pot of Bi Luo Chun is worth?"

  Chen Liyi moved the teacup away, looking at Han Yuan with a somewhat impatient expression: "I'm telling you, Brother Han, don't drink tea anymore. Let's talk about getting rich. As long as you can count me in for a share, not to mention Yao Yuguang, the top courtesan of Jinling, I'll send any one of them to your mansion for free, no charge."

  Han Yu's expression didn't change, and he said calmly: "Actually, I don't care about that Yao Yuguang either. It's just that the anger from before has been pent up in my heart for a long time, and it feels very uncomfortable."

  Chen Li was taken aback and stretched out his neck saying: "What kind of air, I'll take it for you."

  Han Yuan glanced at him and said calmly: "It's just the breath that was bullied by you before."

  "What do you want then?" Chen Lide stretched his neck and asked with wide eyes.

  Han Yuan smiled faintly and leaned in close, saying in a low voice "I want to beat you up."

  "How dare you!" Chen Li heard this and slammed the table, jumping up and staring at Han Yuan: "Han Xiaoyi, my dad has only hit me a few times, do you think you can hit me? You must have eaten the heart of a leopard! Come on, beat me."

  Chen Liyi said that the few people behind him habitually rolled up their sleeves and walked up with a fierce and sinister look.

  Han Yuan smiled and sat still, turning his head to look at the few people and said: "Those who don't want to get beaten, roll out now, otherwise it will be too late later."

  Those few people got along well when eating and drinking, but they really wanted to share their hardships together. However, there was still a gap in their ideological realm. As soon as Han Yuan's words fell, the few of them looked at each other. Han Yuan's performance today was not ordinary, he directly ignored Mr. Chen, pushed him away, and sat down in his seat to drink Bi Luo Chun, which they usually couldn't afford to drink.

  Something is not quite right.

  "Come on!" Chen Li saw that several people were hesitating, and he waved his hands behind him, urging them in a urgent voice.

  Several people exchanged a glance, then looked at Han Yuan again, rolled up their sleeves and went up.

  Han Yuan's heart was pounding violently, his head lowered, and his right hand waved.

  This is what Wei Zhao just told him to do, he doesn't know if it will work, and has already prepared himself for a scolding.