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Before I knew it, we had gone through three rounds of drinks. Fat Ma and I had managed to bring out some emotions, downing one glass after another, and my mind felt significantly emptier.
At that moment, Zhang Tong reminded me to drink less, but I was in high spirits and didn’t care much about his warning. Finally, Zhang Tong got anxious and leaned closer to my ear, saying, "If you don’t take this opportunity to ask clearly, you might not see Professor Sun again after today."
That statement hit me like a bucket of cold water, sending a chill through my heart and sobering me up considerably. I glanced at Zhang Tong, who noticed my clearer expression and signaled me with his eyes, indicating it was time to get down to business.
I turned my gaze toward Professor Sun. He was smiling with his eyes narrowed as he watched Fat Ma and me, but his glass was empty while Fat Ma continued to pour himself another drink.
Damn, I almost fell for it. Under the table, I kicked Fat Ma. He glared at me, ready to scold me, but then noticed my serious expression.
"Old Sun, what’s wrong with you?"
His words caught Professor Sun's attention. I smiled and said, "It’s nothing, Fatty. You should drink less."
Fat Ma completely ignored my advice. "Old Sun, this little bit of alcohol isn’t even enough to fill the gaps for Fat Master." Seeing that he wouldn’t listen to reason, I kicked him again.
I gave him a look, and at that moment, Fat Ma’s mind seemed to clear up a bit. He immediately reacted with a sly grin directed at me.
After our little commotion, we understood each other's intentions: we needed to get down to business and not let the old man lead us astray.
Fat Ma chuckled; still in high spirits from the alcohol, he directly addressed Professor Sun: "Old man, have you thought about the matter?"
Professor Sun didn’t seem offended and looked at Fat Ma. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
This old fox seemed like he wouldn’t shed tears until he saw the coffin; he wouldn’t give in without some hardship. Realizing this, Fat Ma slammed his hand on the table: "Old man, if you won’t speak up, then give me back my money."
His sudden outburst truly startled all of us.
Professor Sun's expression changed, and we thought he was about to get serious, but instead he said, "What money? Where's the money?"
Fat Ma immediately felt short of breath. Just as he was about to take further action, I pulled him back. After all, we were on someone else's turf, and this was introduced by Zhang Tong; I couldn't let her feel too uncomfortable.
Fat Ma sat down as I held him back.
Professor Sun wore a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, looking rather infuriating.
Zhang Tong also had an unpleasant look on her face.
Meanwhile, I was contemplating whether to reveal some information to him first, then play hard to get. After making up my mind, I looked at Professor Sun and said, "Professor, do you know that opening the Ghostly Heavenly Palace requires a key?"
"So what?" he replied.
I then mentioned that I had the key. As soon as I said this, Professor Sun's eyes widened in surprise, but then he fixed his gaze on me and said, "Young man, don't joke with an old man like me." However, I could see a hint of uncertainty in his eyes when he said that.
"Since you don't believe me, I have nothing more to say. Fatty, let's go."
Fatty continued to grumble under his breath.
Professor Sun didn't immediately call me back. Instead, it was Zhang Tong who spoke up: "Are you leaving? Let me see you off."
I didn't refuse.
As Zhang Tong called over to Professor Sun, I took a step toward the exit. Zhang Tong stood up and followed us. Fatty was being dragged along by me as we headed out.
Just as Zhang Tong opened the door to the private room, I took my first step outside.
At that moment, I thought to myself that if he didn't call out to me after I left, then it would be as if I had never come to Beijing and never met the so-called Professor Sun.
Just as I made up my mind, Professor Sun shouted from behind, "Wait!"
Although I heard him, I deliberately walked toward the door. Professor Sun couldn't hold back any longer and got up to chase after me, grabbing my arm and saying, "Young man, don't be impulsive. We can discuss this."
After a few moments of nonsense, I dragged Fat Ma back into the private room.
Once we were seated again, everyone exchanged glances.
It was at this point that we truly entered the main topic. Both sides held their cards close; this was no longer a simple inquiry but a negotiation to outline terms that both could accept for cooperation.
Fat Ma, feeling a bit tipsy, noticed Professor Sun sizing us up. He took it as a provocation and stared at Professor Sun with wide eyes, determined not to lose face.
In the end, Professor Sun awkwardly cleared his throat twice. However, it had little effect, and he had no choice but to change the subject. "Young man, can you show me this so-called key?"
Hearing his flippant tone made it clear he didn't take this seriously. "Showing it to you is out of the question," I replied. But I could still reveal something: "The Bronze Fish Mouth..." Before I could finish my sentence,
Professor Sun's expression truly changed.
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