Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 85 High-level banquet

When Mo Yu arrived at the courtyard, the food was already prepared.

Feng Zhenghao sat in the main seat at the square wooden table, with only Feng Shayan beside him.

Feng Yaya and Feng Xingtong disappeared without a trace.

This is to avoid having too many "family members" and making the other party feel isolated.

After all, this dinner was nominally held to thank Mo Yu for showing mercy to Feng Shayan's men on the battlefield, rather than a family dinner.

Feng Xingtong should have had a seat, whether it was to train the next generation of successors of the Tianxia Association, or Feng Xingtong's own medical ability gave him a natural reason to appear at this dinner.

But Feng Zhenghao was very dissatisfied with Feng Xingtong's previous response, so he punished Feng Xingtong by making him read and study Mo Yu's information repeatedly instead of attending the dinner.

As soon as Mo Yu was led into the room by the secretary, he realized that Feng Zhenghao was not an ordinary person.

For many things, even if you know that he did it intentionally, whether he has the heart to pay attention to these details in itself shows how much he values ​​you.

Although he didn't know much about Feng Zhenghao, the image of a hero had already appeared in Mo Yu's mind from the handling of some details.

Mo Yu sat down on the chair and glanced at the dishes on the table.

The square table was not big, but it was filled with eight dishes of pork, beef, lamb, donkey, dog, chicken, duck and fish, making up the eight delicacies.

You have to know that the battle between Mo Yu and Feng Shayan took place in the morning, and only three or four hours have passed.

This is in Longhu Mountain, not in the capital!
From the preparation of ingredients to the chef's cooking, it takes a lot of effort to achieve this level in such a short time, even if you are rich.

As soon as he sat down, Feng Shayan on his left stood up and poured Mo Yu a cup of tea.

"Thank you for showing mercy in today's battle."

Mo Yu held the teacup. Although he didn't know much about tea, just from the color of the tea, he could tell that the quality was probably not low.

"It's just a duel, not a life-and-death fight. How can you say you're showing mercy?"

Mo Yu smiled and drank the tea in one gulp like a cow chewing a peony.

Then he acted like a barbarian who had no idea of ​​the rules.

He picked up the dishes directly, mixed the donkey meat and beef together, poured some fish soup into the bowl, and put it directly into his mouth.

"This guy is not simple."

Feng Zhenghao narrowed his eyes slightly. If an ordinary person faced such a scene, he would feel more or less flattered.

This is a common tactic used by those in high positions – flattery!

They will lower their posture, give you enough face, praise you highly, make you feel that you owe them something, and then make requests or negotiate conditions so that you feel completely embarrassed to refuse.

The solution Mo Yu chose to break the deadlock was also very simple.

I will accept all your flattery and treat it as the treatment I deserve. I deserve the same treatment from you.

It is actually rare for a genius from a lower class to be able to see his or her own position clearly and not underestimate himself or herself.

The arrogance of geniuses at the bottom of society is often just another reflection of their inferiority complex.

The food tasted great, and Mo Yu had an even better appetite. It only took him three to five minutes to finish one tenth of each of the eight dishes on the table.

Feng Shayan turned her head to look at her father, and Feng Zhenghao signaled her with his eyes to pick up her chopsticks.

The battle with Mo Yu in the morning consumed a lot of her physical strength and Qi. In addition, Mo Yu ate like a starving ghost, which made people swallow their saliva.

After getting Feng Zhenghao's signal, Feng Shayan also joined the meal team.

And since Mo Yu's eating habits had already brought the dinner to a lower level, she didn't need to pretend to be reserved and just stuffed big mouthfuls of meat into her mouth.

Hey!
Two pairs of silver chopsticks clinked together, and Mo Yu and Feng Shayan, who had been concentrating on eating, raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes met.

clatter! clatter!
Mo Yu controlled the chopsticks with soft strength, and with one chopstick he pushed Feng Shayan's chopsticks away. Then he used two chopsticks to pick up the beef he had selected and put it into his own bowl, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Feng Shayan's eyes became dangerous. In her arrogant eyes, what was the difference between Mo Yu's obvious act of provoking trouble and another challenge?
Damn it, I can’t beat you in a fight, and I can’t even eat as much as you can!
He immediately used his spatial ability, and the hand holding the chopsticks shuttled through space, picking up the most delicious parts of the food on the plate and putting them into his bowl.

Mo Yu, who was absorbed in eating, narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't feel challenged, it was simply the carnivore's instinct to protect his food that kicked in.

A stream of energy flows through the meridians throughout the body and finally gathers in the stomach and intestines. The peristalsis of the stomach and intestines compresses the food stored in them, thus freeing up more space.

Then, the two silver chopsticks in Mo Yu's hands turned into two short guns, accurately piercing the juicy pieces of meat, wrapping them with soft force and throwing them directly into his mouth.

The two of them were chasing each other.

The hand holding the chopsticks left more than a dozen afterimages in the air!
The silver chopsticks in one of their hands were like two spirit snakes moving across the dining table!
Feng Zhenghao watched the scene with a smile, sipping his tea slowly without saying a word.

After three cups of tea, in just a quarter of an hour, all eight dishes on the table had disappeared.

Feng Shayan frowned as she looked at the pile of meat on her plate. She couldn't eat anymore.

Mo Yu imitated Feng Zhenghao's elegant way of sipping tea. Not only was the bowl clean, he even had the leisure to take the fruit plate brought by the secretary and order dessert.

"Haha, young people have good appetites as expected. If it's not enough, I'll ask the kitchen to make another one."

Feng Zhenghao praised with a smile.

"Haha, thank you, President Feng, for the banquet. I'm from the mountains and have never tasted good food. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

He spoke very respectfully, but Mo Yu's posture of leaning back in the chair like a boss did not match his words.

"My dear nephew Mo Yu is a top disciple of Wudang and a straightforward person, so I won't beat around the bush."

Knowing that it was useless to talk too much and seeing Mo Yu's impatience, Feng Zhenghao decided to get straight to the point.

"I invited my nephew to the banquet this time not only to thank you for showing mercy to Sha Yan during the duel."

"I would also like to take this opportunity to invite my nephew Mo Yu to join my Tian Xia Association again."

"No matter what the conditions are, as long as my Tianxiahui can do it, Feng will do his best to meet them." "Three conditions."

Mo Yu took a sip of tea, swallowed the apple in his mouth, and stretched out three fingers to shake them.

"First, I can join the Tianxia Association, but as a consultant. I don't need a fixed salary. If there's anything I can do, I'll consider accepting it."

"Secondly, I may resign at any time. We should all part ways amicably. President Feng, please don't stop me when the time comes."

"Third, I need the Tianxia Association to provide me with some intelligence support. This part of the consumption can be converted into a kind of points that can be used to pay my compensation."

Mo Yu joined the Tianxia Association without asking for too much, but Feng Zhenghao was not happy.

Because this means that the interests of both parties are only loosely bound, and the other party is planning to change jobs at any time.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s a pretty good start. As the two sides have more contact in the future, they will naturally have a deeper interest bond.

"I have something I'd like to ask my nephew Mo Yu for help with."

Feng Zhenghao said with a smile.

When two parties first come into contact, making a request that is not too difficult and that the other party can definitely accept is a good way to break the ice.

It would be best to offer an excessively generous reward as a reward.

As long as the other party tastes the sweetness of the initial cooperation, the subsequent cooperation will become much smoother.

"President Feng, please speak."

As Mo Yu was speaking, Feng Shayan, who had just been arguing with him at the dinner table, stood up and filled his teacup again when she saw that it was empty.

This made Mo Yu look at her in surprise. He could see the arrogance in her heart.

There is nothing wrong with people being a little arrogant. Self-confidence often adds a bit of personal charm to people.

Even being conceited is always better than being inferior.

For a proud person, being able to lower his head and do something he doesn't want to do, no matter what the reason, is a symbol of strength.

Tao Te Ching says: He who conquers himself is strong!

"I would like to invite my nephew Mo Yu to participate in the next competition as a member of the Tianxia Association."

Feng Zhenghao said in a calm tone.

He had just taken the position of the Ten Lords not long ago. Although the Tianxiahui was rich, its reputation in the circle of extraordinary people was difficult to compare with those old sects and schools.

The Luotian Grand Ceremony is a major event that most people in the extraordinary circle will pay attention to. For new forces like the Tianxiahui, it is the best opportunity to prove themselves.

No matter how much you say, it won't be as effective as winning a high ranking based on your actual strength.

"Okay, I'll take this commission."

Mo Yu stood up as he spoke, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, then turned the cup upside down on the square table.

This means to end this conversation.

Feng Zhenghao took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

Feng Xingtong, who had been staying in the inner room, came out.

"Good afternoon, Brother Mo. I'll take you to choose a room to stay in, and then use my ability to help you heal your injuries."

"Thank you."

Mo Yu smiled and shook hands with Feng Xingtong, then walked out arm in arm.

For a moment, only Feng Zhenghao and his daughter Feng Shayan were left in the living room.

"Father thinks highly of Mo Yu."

Feng Shayan lowered her head and poked the pile of meat in the bowl with her chopsticks.

"A talent who has reached this level after no more than a month of formal training will be recruited by any force at all costs."

Feng Zhenghao chuckled and said something that sounded like thunder in Feng Shayan's ears!
"What? Mo Yu has only been formally practicing for a month!"

Feng Shayan stared at her father with wide eyes, and the silver chopsticks in her hand pierced through the bottom of the bowl and the wooden table.

The soup dripped from the small hole onto Feng Shayan's thigh, but she had no reaction.

"I've checked. Mo Yu's inheritance comes from his great-grandfather's teachings when he was four or five years old. When he was in college, he bought a lot of miscellaneous books on Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. You could say he was practicing completely blindly."

"It wasn't until over a month ago that Nadutong accidentally discovered his identity as an extraordinary person. After that, Mo Yu fled to Wudang Mountain and began his true cultivation under the personal guidance of Taoist Master Yunlong."

Feng Shayan's fists clenched until they creaked, and she murmured in disbelief, "So, I lost to a guy who's only been training for less than a month!"

After a whole morning, I finally managed to recover my mentality, but now it was shattered even more completely by the blow of this rubbish reality.

If she was beaten by a stranger who had practiced hard since childhood like herself, Feng Shayan could still accept her miserable defeat.

But he was led by the nose by a guy who had probably only been practicing for a month, and was suppressed for the entire game, but in the end he still lost!

What has become of me?

What has happened to all my years of hard work?

"Dad knows you look down on Zhang Chulan, and I understand you." Feng Zhenghao stood up and walked behind Feng Shayan, patted her shoulder and said softly:

"Mo Yu is a good kid. Whether it's his ability or his personality, he should be the type you like."

"You can try to get more contact."

"And I always feel that he might be hiding some secret, which might be related to the chaos back then!"

(End of this chapter)