Chapter 570
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Chapter 570 The Hongmen Banquet!
Fang Yu shook his head and said, “The two have no relationship at all.”
Lin Batian looked at Ji Rumei with disbelief.
They looked too similar!
How could there possibly be two people in this world who looked so alike? And these two people were separated by thousands of years!
Under Lin Batian’s intense gaze, Ji Rumei felt shy and lowered her head slightly.
After all, he was Fang Yu’s old friend, so she didn’t dare to react too much.
“…Hello, I’m Lin Batian, Fang Yu’s friend,” Lin Batian said after composing himself.
“Hello, Mr. Lin, my name is Ji Rumei,” Ji Rumei smiled gracefully as she introduced herself.
Lin Batian rubbed his eyes and glanced at Fang Yu beside him, the shock still evident in his eyes.
This Ji Rumei before him and Cold Xun Shuang from years ago – if one had to point out differences between them, one would be their temperament, and the other would be their clothing and hairstyle.
The fashion style from three thousand years ago was indeed very different from now.
But apart from these, their facial features and even their height and figure were incredibly similar, with over 90% resemblance!
From a genetic perspective, perhaps such probability exists.
But Ji Rumei not only resembled Cold Xun Shuang, she also happened to meet Fang Yu thousands of years later, and now she was meeting Lin Batian who had already ascended.
This probability was extremely small.
Rather than calling it fate, it seemed more like divine arrangement.
“Mr. Lin, do you think I look like a friend of yours?” Ji Rumei asked.
“Uh… yes, how did you know?” Lin Batian asked in surprise.
“Mr. Fang mentioned it to me before,” Ji Rumei said, carefully glancing at Fang Yu.
A few months ago, one evening when Fang Yu and Ji Rumei left Hua Man Lou to eat late-night snacks at a food street, Fang Yu had mentioned this to her.
However, this friend of Fang Yu’s who resembled her had already passed away.
“Mr. Fang, Mr. Lin, let’s get in the car. If we go to Nandu Hotel now, the timing should be just right,” Ji Rumei said, changing the subject.
Fang Yu nodded and patted Lin Batian’s shoulder.
Lin Batian came back to his senses and followed Fang Yu into the car.
“Mr. Tang was in a neighboring city this morning, but he’s now on his way to Nandu Hotel as well. We’ll be able to meet him soon,” Ji Rumei said after getting in the car.
Lin Batian and Fang Yu sat on one side of the compartment, while Ji Rumei sat alone on the opposite side.
After getting in, Fang Yu kept looking out the window, while Lin Batian secretly observed Ji Rumei.
“Fang Yu, I still can’t get over it. Is she really not related to Cold Xun Shuang at all?” Lin Batian transmitted his voice to Fang Yu.
Lin Batian’s reaction was within Fang Yu’s expectations.
Even he himself was unwilling to look directly at Ji Rumei now.
They were indeed too similar. At first glance, they might seem only 70-80% alike, but upon closer inspection, the similarity increased to the point where she could almost overlap with the Cold Xun Shuang in his memory.
Yet Ji Rumei had absolutely no connection with Cold Xun Shuang.
This made that familiar feeling quite uncomfortable. Fang Yu didn’t want to recall those memories, as they would make the rage in his chest difficult to suppress.
“Mr. Fang, I noticed that the area downstairs at your home seemed to be cordoned off. Did something happen?” Ji Rumei broke the excessive silence in the car, trying to find a topic.
To avoid causing panic, news about the incident at Fang Yu’s building had been contained, and few people outside knew about it.
“Indeed, something did happen,” Fang Yu said.
Seeing that Fang Yu didn’t want to elaborate, Ji Rumei didn’t ask further.
Ji Rumei could constantly feel Lin Batian’s gaze on her. After thinking for a moment, she was about to speak up.
But at that moment, Lin Batian beat her to it and asked, “Cold… Miss Ji, when were you born?”
“Huh?” Ji Rumei was startled, then answered, “I’m twenty-six this year.”
“Twenty-six…” Lin Batian extended his fingers, frowning as if calculating something.
Ji Rumei looked at Lin Batian curiously.
“Your surname is Ji, so your ancestors should also be surnamed Ji… Have you seen your family genealogy?” Lin Batian asked again.
“…Yes, I have,” Ji Rumei answered.
“How far back does your family genealogy record your ancestors?” Lin Batian continued.
Faced with Lin Batian’s interrogation-like questioning, Ji Rumei’s beautiful face showed hesitation as she looked toward Fang Yu.
But Fang Yu was looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
“My family genealogy records ancestors from about two hundred years ago… I’m not very familiar with these matters,” Ji Rumei said.
Lin Batian counted on his fingers, then let out a light sigh.
From every angle, Ji Rumei had no connection with Cold Xun Shuang.
“Is there still one possibility?”
Lin Batian stared at Ji Rumei and called out, “Cold Xun Shuang.”
Ji Rumei looked confused and asked, “Mr. Lin, is that a name?”
“Uh, I’m sorry, I misspoke. It’s nothing,” Lin Batian smiled, the small hope in his heart also shattered.
Ji Rumei looked at Lin Batian, then at Fang Yu beside him, her beautiful eyes filled with both confusion and contemplation.
…
At six fifty-five, the car arrived punctually at the entrance of Nandu Hotel.
Fang Yu, Ji Rumei, and Lin Batian got out of the car together.
Tang Mingde was already waiting by the entrance, with Tang Xiaoqiu and Tang Feng beside him, all dressed in formal attire.
Clearly, Tang Mingde attached considerable importance to this banquet.
“Fang Yu!” Upon seeing Fang Yu, Tang Xiaoqiu immediately ran forward.
“Why are you here too?” Fang Yu asked.
“Just to see the world,” Tang Xiaoqiu replied.
Tang Mingde and Tang Feng approached from behind and greeted Fang Yu.
Fang Yu also introduced Lin Batian to them.
Hearing that he was Fang Yu’s old friend, everyone gave Lin Batian a few extra glances.
Given Fang Yu’s abilities, his friend was obviously not an ordinary person.
“Let’s go in, the timing is just right,” Tang Mingde smiled.
These days, Tang Mingde had breathed a huge sigh of relief.
That crucial agreement had been signed, and the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce and Xiangcheng Chamber of Commerce would not have conflicts for at least the next five years.
Of course, the tragedy of Chairman Dong’s entire family left Tang Mingde unable to let go.
Although the assassin Dragon Spring had been dealt with by Fang Yu, Tang Mingde could not forgive Gu Rong, the instigator.
If possible, he wanted Gu Rong to pay the price as well.
But as things stood now, that seemed impossible. Moreover, if he were to conflict with Gu Rong, it would make it much harder to expand his business into the Xiangcheng area in the future.
The reason he came to tonight’s banquet was because Gu Rong had said in today’s phone call that he wanted to apologize to them.
He wanted to see how sincere Gu Rong’s apology would be.
The six of them were about to enter Nandu Hotel together.
Before they could enter, two figures appeared at the entrance.
It was Yu Ruobing and her husband Chen Xiangwen.
Yu Ruobing was wearing a professional work outfit, not at all dressed for a banquet.
“Benefactor, I finally see you again,” Chen Xiangwen approached excitedly.
“Are you looking for me?” Fang Yu asked.
“Yes, Mr. Fang, tonight…” Chen Xiangwen lowered his voice and said, “Gu Rong has invited a very powerful master to deal with you, and this area is surrounded by martial artists.”
“This area is occupied by people from the Xiangcheng Chamber of Commerce, which is very unfavorable for you.”
“Ruobing and I came here to tell you the truth before you went in…”
Hearing Chen Xiangwen’s words, Tang Mingde and Ji Rumei’s expressions changed.
They had thought the Xiangcheng Chamber of Commerce genuinely wanted to ease relations, but it turned out they had ulterior motives!
“A powerful master? What’s his name?” Fang Yu asked.
“Yi Duanliu, the master of Dragon Spring whom you injured before,” Yu Ruobing said from the side.
“Yi Duanliu?” Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
So this person had really appeared.
Yi Duanliu was the one who had bound Bai Ran with chains for nearly twenty years!
“It seems Bai Ran hasn’t found him?” Fang Yu frowned slightly, thinking to himself.
“We originally wanted to notify you in advance, but we didn’t have your contact information, so we had to come directly to the entrance of Nandu Hotel to intercept you,” Chen Xiangwen said. “If we leave now, all of Gu Rong’s arrangements will be wasted.”
“That’s not necessary. Since we’re already here, let’s go in and sit for a while,” Fang Yu said. “I think I haven’t eaten for two or three days, I’m starving.”
“…If Mr. Fang wants to eat something, we can go somewhere else…” Chen Xiangwen said.
