"Alas, Old Mr. Bai has become so muddled!"
Ouyang Shu deeply sighed. He and Old Mr. Bai had been friends for many years, and now, seeing the Bai Family in such disarray, unable to help, he felt quite distressed.
"Father, everyone has arrived!"
Ouyang Rong announced, pushing the door open.
"Let's go. Today, I will introduce you to some of the big shots from Forty-nine City. Should your business extend here in the future, you will inevitably need to greet them."
Ouyang Shu patted Song Yun on the shoulder and stood up, heading toward the banquet hall.
Today, the Ouyang Family's various courtyards were festooned with colorful lanterns; passing through corridor after corridor, they entered the hall where the Ouyang Family usually held their private banquets.
At that time, the hall was packed with people chatting in groups. As soon as they saw the elder Ouyang enter, the room immediately fell silent.
