Turning to see the people getting off the second car, he chuckled, "Come on, let me introduce you to a big spender. This is the guy who bought your bezoar last time, just call him Uncle Meng!"
Yan Fei glanced at Elder Mr. Meng, whose hair and beard were both frosty white. He felt a bit puzzled. If his grandfather were still alive, he probably wouldn't be as old as him. But since Old He told him to call him Uncle, he thought he should just do it. Old He never steered him wrong.
Old He explained to Elder Meng on the side, "Old Meng, this is my apprentice. What do you think? Not even sixteen, raising cattle and farming by himself, not relying heavenly or earthly, just started from scratch. Not bad, right?"
Yan Fei found himself caught between laughter and tears. Old He had won him over in a game of Go. Could he really call him his apprentice? But in front of outsiders, he didn't want to quibble with the old man.
