Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

This should have been a day of outstanding acting for Shen Mingchao. Who would have thought that the people he met just yesterday would suddenly appear at the entrance of Xilaimian after they closed for dinner this evening.

The man at the head of the group was dressed in a sharp suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he exuded a calm and composed aura, giving the impression of a chairman of a listed company.

To the right and behind was a man in a coat and glasses, with an androgynous appearance and a nonchalant, wicked smile on his lips, looking every bit the dissolute playboy.

To the left and behind was Zhang Qianjun, still dressed as a Taoist priest. Before knowing his identity, Shen Mingchao had suspected that the man might be a worldly master, with making jianbing (Chinese crepes) just a side business. Now, thinking back, he wasn't wrong.

All three were extremely tall and had an outstanding presence. Just standing there made Shen Mingchao want to pack them up and send them to be male models. He was sure that money would come from all directions.

The once lively house suddenly fell silent due to the arrival of these three people. Shen Mingchao couldn't understand the subtle tension in their eyes, nor did he want to.

This wasn't her territory to begin with, so she quietly took her rice bowl and shrank into a corner, wanting to be invisible.

Unfortunately, one of them was an acquaintance.

Zhang Qianjun openly greeted her, and she couldn't pretend she didn't see it, so she smiled and responded.

Their conversation interrupted the exchange of glances among the others.

Wu Xie turned his head to look at him, wanting to ask, "Do you know each other?" But before he could finish, he thought for a moment, and something clicked in his mind, so he changed his question to, "Is he the acquaintance you mentioned meeting yesterday?"

Shen Mingchao nodded.

"Heh." Wu Xie sneered, then shifted his gaze back to the three of them, saying ambiguously, "This world is so small. You get to know everyone, and in the end, you find that they're all acquaintances."

He met Zhang Haike's gaze, looking at the face that was exactly like his own. Coupled with some unpleasant memories of people's heads in the past, he couldn't feel happy facing this person.

As for the two people behind him, he didn't recognize the Taoist priest at all, but he frowned at the one wearing glasses, as some long-forgotten memories were awakened.

That happened several years ago. Back then, he ingested snake venom to gather information to fight the Wang family. In that bizarre and fantastical illusion, he stole the memories of a man called Snake Ancestor. In that man's memories, there was the Silent One, and this bespectacled guy. He remembered that the other person's name was—

"Brother Zhang, you can just call me Brother Zhang."

As the pressure cooker nozzle of the Zhang family, Zhang Haiyan couldn't stand the atmosphere of everyone in the room being silent. He didn't have the Zhang family's habit of keeping quiet, so he took the initiative to speak.

"My real name is Zhang Hailou, also known as Zhang Haiyan. This Zhang Haike needs no introduction, you all know him. That one is Zhang Qianjun, also known as Zhang Qianjun. We are all relatives of the Zhang family, and our purpose in coming here is very simple."

After rattling off a string of words, Zhang Haiyan walked a few steps toward Zhang Qiyan, a hint of joy flashing across his face, which he quickly suppressed, becoming respectful instead.

"Clan Chief." That was a greeting.

The other two also bowed their heads and uttered a similar sound.

Zhang Qilin sat calmly in his seat, his expression indifferent. In the days since he returned from Changbai Mountain, he could feel some forgotten memories resurfacing, and there had been no more divine gifts. This was most likely related to Shen Mingchao's special abilities. Therefore, he recognized the person in front of him and remembered some things that had happened between them.

Under the hopeful gazes of the group, he nodded slightly in response.

"Chieftain, are you remembering me? How much do you remember? Back then, you suddenly disappeared, and we searched for you for so long..."

Shen Mingchao watched as the other person's mouth opened and closed without stopping. She couldn't help but poke at the bottom of the bowl while muttering to herself, "This mouth is like it has a perpetual motion machine. If it were to do a solo stand-up comedy show, it would definitely be a hit."

After Shen Mingchao finished muttering, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

She slowly raised her head, her brow twitched, and everyone's gaze seemed to fall on her.

Oh no, I forgot that these people are all living gods. No matter how softly I speak, they can hear me perfectly clearly.

Tsk, serves you right for being so talkative. You should have been eating your own food instead. Now look what's happened, you've become the target of everyone's criticism.

Shen Mingchao racked his brains frantically, when suddenly an idea struck him. He put on his best acting skills, feigning confusion, and said dramatically, "Wait a minute? Idol, why do they call you clan leader? Were you originally a clan leader? How come you've never mentioned it before?"

Oh right, there's also an outsider here who knows nothing, a complete blank slate.

The fat man leaned closer and whispered slyly, "Hey girl, these are my 'poor' relatives coming to our door."

"You fatso, who are you calling a poor relative?!"

Shen Mingchao didn't speak, but Zhang Qianjun exploded first. He didn't approve of these so-called clan leaders and friends. The Zhang family's inherent sense of superiority made them separate themselves from others, carrying a bit of arrogance that made them look down on ordinary people.

Now he was being mocked by ordinary people for being poor. This was the last straw for him. Enraged, he pulled out a "Six Defeats and Seven Losses" talisman and was about to stick it on the other person's face, cursing them to lose all their fortune, wealth, and longevity, and to have their gold turn to sand and their luck turn to dust for the rest of their lives.

Ke Fu had only taken half of it when someone grabbed his hand.

Zhang Haiyan glanced at Zhang Qilan and warned in a low voice, "Qianjun, the clan leader is still here. Be careful."

A single word from the clan chief can extinguish even the fiercest fire.

The fat guy over there saw that the other party had backed down and was about to use his power to mock him a few more times when he was rebuffed. Wu Xie winked at him, indicating that Shen Mingchao was still there and that he shouldn't say anything too harsh.

This silenced the fat man, who only complained resentfully, "If we're not poor, why haven't we seen you give our young master any money? He's the head of a clan, after all. It's not unreasonable for you to give him a few hundred thousand every year, is it?"

This time, he was answered by two overlapping voices.

"Okay." This was Zhang Haike.

"I have money." That's Zhang Qiyu's statement.

The fat man looked at the two of them, his fleshy face twitching three times. No, he was just saying it casually. He looked at Zhang Qilan with a fawning smile, stepped forward and put his arm around Zhang Qilan's shoulder, "Hey, Pingzai, when did you get rich? I didn't know that."

Zhang Qilan didn't go into details, mainly because he remembered some bank card passwords and the location of the vault.

Seeing that the others had finally stopped paying attention to him, Shen Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief, quickly finished the last bite of his meal, and got up to return to Yucun to continue his studies.

"Ming Dynasty, are you full?" Kan Jian asked.

"Okay, you guys keep eating, I'm going back now."

Although Shen Mingchao really wanted to ask the Zhang family about Zhang Haixia, he knew that asking them rashly would arouse suspicion.

She felt that this family reunion gathering would definitely involve some things that were inconvenient to hear, and it wouldn't be appropriate for her to be there, so she might as well be sensible and leave early.

However, just as she reached the door, the fat man's voice followed: "Hey girl, don't you think something's off?"