Chapter 770: Don’t Panic! Imagination Is the Most Deadly! (2)
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Without even mentioning the car, just by letting him know his name, Xu Zhengyang had shown Zhou Chao that he had earned the man’s favor, and it seemed like he was among the top in that regard.

Otherwise, Xu Zhengyang, the personal bodyguard, wouldn’t have revealed his name to him. From these subtle clues, it seemed like this time, Zhou Chao might have to shoulder more responsibilities, and perhaps he could even contact or meet with this influential figure in the future.

Thinking about this, Zhou Chao’s fingers paused on his knee.

The car fell silent, except for the sound of the engine, leaving only the breaths of the three men.

After about half an hour, Zhou Chao realized they had arrived at their destination.

The journey had been smooth, with green lights all the way, even as they entered this mysterious place.

Once the car was parked, Xu Zhengyang respectfully opened the door for Zhou Chao, extending his right hand above the door.

This scene left Zhou Chao slightly stunned; he hadn’t expected to receive such treatment, except perhaps from that person.

He hadn’t anticipated experiencing it today. If word got out, how many would envy him!

If it were someone like Xiao Yang or Li Yao, their legs would probably be shaking by now!

Various thoughts crossed his mind as he stepped out of the car, not wanting to keep Xu Zhengyang waiting too long. He hurriedly got out.

Surveying the surroundings, Zhou Chao found them strangely familiar. The last time he came here was with Old Master Xiao, and he had only waited in the reception room nearby.

Now, he was about to step into an office he had never seen before.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded to Xu Zhengyang beside him. “Please.”

Xu Zhengyang’s face was expressionless, emitting an icy aura like steel.

Following Xu Zhengyang to the office door, they paused.

Zhou Chao watched as Xu Zhengyang exchanged a few words with a middle-aged man standing inside the door.

The man glanced at Zhou Chao twice, as if confirming something, then turned and walked inside.

Zhou Chao knew he was reporting to that person.

Sure enough, before two minutes had passed, the middle-aged man emerged.

“Mr. Zhou Chao, please come in,” he said, extending his right hand in a gesture of invitation.

“Thank you,” Zhou Chao said, nodding to Xu Zhengyang before heading inside.

Watching Zhou Chao’s back, Xu Zhengyang’s icy expression briefly softened into a smile, only to disappear in an instant.

He stood at the door like a statue, motionless.

Zhou Chao, feeling like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden for the first time, continued to examine the decorations and ornaments around him.

Contrary to his expectations of grandeur, filled with various artifacts, the place was surprisingly simple, with the most prominent feature being the array of books.

None of the ornaments seemed particularly valuable in Zhou Chao’s appraising eyes, despite some being antiques.

“What’s that wonderful smell?” A fragrance drew Zhou Chao’s gaze back around the room.

Just as Zhou Chao was puzzled, he saw Number One sitting at a tea table, brewing tea.

The fragrance he had smelled earlier was indeed coming from the tea table.

Glancing quickly, he discovered that the aroma was emanating from a sandalwood incense.

“You’re here. It’s better to be early than to be late. I’ve just brewed some tea. Sit down and taste my craftsmanship!”

The leader gestured for Zhou Chao to sit directly across from him, while also motioning for the middle-aged man to leave.

Seeing the man’s departure, Zhou Chao hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting down.

As the leader handed him a cup of tea, Zhou Chao quickly reached out and took it.

The leader remained silent, only gesturing with his eyes for Zhou Chao to taste the tea in his hands.

Zhou Chao didn’t hesitate either, lifting the cup to his nose and taking a whiff of the familiar tea aroma. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “This is authentic Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain!”

“Huh, you’ve had it before?” Number One looked at Zhou Chao with some surprise, not expecting him to recognize it just by the scent.

At this point, Zhou Chao couldn’t help but regret his ignorance in the past. He had actually given away this Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain to Old Ma. The thought made him feel uncomfortable.

“I’ve had the fortune of drinking it once or twice before,” Zhou Chao replied, taking a small sip and instantly feeling the aroma spreading in his mouth.

A kind smile appeared on the leader’s face.

“If you like this tea, I’ll have Xiao Wang pack some for you when you leave later.”

Zhou Chao’s face lit up with surprise at the offer. “Thank you, leader!”

Waving his hand lightly, the leader said slowly, “These tea leaves are just sitting here. It’s rare to find a young person like you who appreciates tea. It’s not a waste to share some Da Hong Pao with you!”

“Here, let me refill your cup!” Number One said as he lifted the teapot to pour Zhou Chao another cup.

Zhou Chao was taken aback by the gesture.

“Leader, let me do it myself!” Zhou Chao said hesitantly.

The leader simply shook his head faintly, and Zhou Chao could only silently accept the gesture.

“Director Jiang must have told you about it, right?” the leader asked casually as he placed the teapot down.

Zhou Chao was momentarily stunned, but he quickly realized that the leader was referring to Old Master Jiang.