Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

I remember my father frowning and muttering to himself.

"Ye Bai is no simple character..."

"They wiped out the Axe Gang with a single move when no one was paying attention."

"Having inherited Fifth Master Qin's power, this kid is probably no less formidable than me now..."

Feng Chengcheng had forgotten much of what happened after that, but at this moment she clearly remembered the identity of the person who came, and she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"You're Mr. Ye, the owner of the Paramount Ballroom?!"

Although it is a question, the tone is that of a statement, and it even carries a hint of admiration.

Upon hearing this, Ye Bai's eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

Unexpectedly, Feng Chengcheng had actually heard of her name.

However, considering that she was, after all, the daughter of business tycoon Feng Jingyao, a knowing glint flashed in Ye Bai's eyes.

"Yes."

Having heard the answer she wanted, Feng Chengcheng unconsciously bit her red lips, as if trying to explain her reasoning.

However, she didn't want to reveal her family situation right away.

Seeing that Ye Bai was still looking at her, she lowered her eyes slightly, looking a little embarrassed, and said softly.

“My dad has done some business in Shanghai. He’s heard about you before and said you… are very capable.”

When she said the word "amazing," a blush unconsciously crept onto her face, spreading down her earlobes and all the way to her neck.

After all, they were still standing in the theater lobby.

For someone as quiet and dignified as her, saying such things in public was already an outrageous act.

Seeing that Ye Bai was accompanied by the owner of Meihua Theater and surrounded by several bodyguards in black, it was clear that they had important matters to discuss, so Feng Chengcheng decided not to disturb him any further.

At that moment, a hint of hesitation flashed across her face, but in the next instant, she seemed to have made up her mind.

Everyone saw her quickly pull a pen and a neat notepad from her bag.

She quickly wrote something down and then handed it to Ye Bai in the crowd.

At this moment, Feng Chengcheng's red lips were already wet and soft from being bitten, but she seemed completely unaware and hurriedly said.

"This is my home number. You can call me when you have time."

After saying this, she immediately turned around and walked out of the theater.

It was as if she was afraid that if she turned around, people would notice that her cheeks were already flushed with shyness.

Ye Bai, who remained where he was, was also somewhat bewildered.

What did he do?

I suddenly received a call from Feng Chengcheng?!

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Chapter Fifty-Four: Hosting a Western-style ball?!

The group sat down in a private room at the Mei Wah Theatre.

Xu Wenqiang's eyes were still unconsciously fixed on the direction where Feng Chengcheng had just walked out.

He seemed to want to catch up and ask the other person for information, but he was afraid of being too forward with the young lady the first time.

The thought that Feng Chengcheng had given her number to Ye Bai made Xu Wenqiang's eyes even more dim.

It seems I'm not as charismatic as my boss.

Just as Xu Wenqiang was still feeling dejected, Mr. Li, the owner of Meihua Theater, served tea and fruit platters and then tactfully left the private room.

Although his talent didn't shine in running the shop, he was absolutely a master at judging situations and seizing opportunities.

Feng Chengcheng's few simple words just now were enough to show that the woman came from a good family.

Mr. Li now regretted his initial harsh words.

Right now, he didn't want to offend Ye Bai just to get the better of him with his words.

It's better for those with good judgment to retreat first and leave a good impression.

As the door was gently closed, Xiao Aqiao skillfully picked up the teapot and poured tea for Ye Bai, her face beaming with a smile.

"Does Brother Ye like listening to opera?"

Ye Bai nodded; he was quite interested in the dramas of this era.

"It's okay."

As they were talking, the performance on the stage below the stage had already begun, so the group stopped talking.

It truly lived up to the reputation of the master Mei Lanfang's performance.

With her sweet and melodious voice and gorgeous appearance, she truly deserves the reputation of being the best female impersonator.

The dialogue on stage was melodious and varied, becoming more and more enjoyable with each listen.

From the very beginning, Ye Bai didn't touch the tea beside him, and occasionally he would clap along with the rhythm of the music on the stage.

When the play reached its climax, the audience roared with applause, and Ye Bai clapped along several times.

"good."

Xiao Aqiao, who was standing to the side, kept a close eye on Ye Bai's expression. Seeing that Ye Bai was interested in the drama, she took the initiative to make the suggestion.

"Brother Ye, it's your birthday next month. How about we invite Master Mei over?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Bai was taken aback.

birthday?

Only after that was said did he realize what was going on.

Next month is the same birthday as the original owner of this body.

He is 21 years old in the traditional Chinese age reckoning, and 20 years old in the Western age reckoning.

Ye Bai was still in a daze, but Xiao A Qiao mistakenly thought he had agreed.

Little Aqiao then became even more excited and started talking.

"I heard from the housekeeper that we originally planned to invite Master Tan's opera troupe, but seeing that Brother Ye likes to listen to Master Mei's opera today, inviting Master Mei would be a good alternative..."

"For the banquet, let's have Qingfengtang handle it; they're professionals at that. And Wufangzhai's pastries—we're very familiar with that, and we've already made arrangements. We're just waiting for your approval..."

"Also, should we order another birthday cake? I heard foreigners like them for birthdays, maybe we should get one too..."

By the time Ye Bai realized what was happening, he found that Xiao A Qiao had already meticulously listed out the details.

They've even figured out what kind of cake to order that day and what designs to put on it.

Ye Bai couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

This is just too corrupt!

Opera troupe, banquet, snacks...

Just from this simple explanation, the expenses alone are enough to support a family of three for several years.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Bai decisively shook his head and smiled.

"I think we should cut back on these expenses if possible."

Although the factories under his control are making a fortune every day, and the various shops have long been raking in profits.

However, he was also unwilling to be excessively extravagant in unnecessary places.

After all, war is about to break out, and then everyone needs money for manpower, resources, and funds!

It's just a birthday celebration, why make such a big fuss?

Upon hearing this, Xiao Aqiao, who was standing to the side, unusually disagreed.

"That won't do. These days, who celebrates a birthday without hiring a theatrical troupe?"

Seeing the little girl in front of him still so determined, Ye Bai couldn't help but poke her forehead with his finger.

"If we really want to see a play, wouldn't it be the same if we went to the theater? Besides, with so many outsiders around, what if something happens to the manor? Who will be responsible?"

However, what Ye Bai didn't notice was that as soon as this intimate gesture was made, Xiao A Qiao was immediately distracted and almost forgot what she wanted to say.

She was still warm from the heat on her forehead, and for a moment she felt her face getting hot.

Then Ye Bai on the other side continued to shake his head and say.

"As for the pastries from Wufangzhai, why spend that money? Our chefs in the kitchen also have ambitions; you have to give them room to develop their talents."

The last sentence made Xiao Aqiao burst out laughing.

However, she still had some hesitation, after all, this was how wealthy families in Shanghai celebrated their birthdays...

Seeing the struggle in Xiao Aqiao's expression, Ye Bai picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Let's hold a Western-style ball at the mansion then."