A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Now that things were out in the open, Zhang Lingyuan said, "Alright, let's eat."

During the meal, Su Fan held a wine glass and toasted each of the big shots on behalf of his master.

His words were appropriate, and he was polite in his conduct, neither appearing obsequious nor arrogant.

Which of these people here isn't a seasoned veteran who's been navigating this industry for decades? What kind of people haven't they seen?

Seeing Su Fan's composed and respectful demeanor, they all couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him.

Zhang Lingyuan glanced at Su Fan and casually said, "Alright, stop hanging around with us old guys all the time. Go and get to know your peers."

Su Fan responded and walked over to Jiang Xiangdong's table.

When everyone saw him coming, their expressions immediately tensed up.

Su Fan didn't stand on ceremony, pulling up a chair and sitting down. He said with a smile, "Everyone, didn't you want to see me today? Now that everyone's here, what is it?"

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table looked constipated, unsure of what to say next.

Jiang Xiangdong broke the silence first, forcing a smile: "Brother Su, what happened before was all a misunderstanding. Let bygones be bygones. If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask, and I will never refuse."

"That's perfect," Su Fan replied with a smile. "There is something I'd like to ask Brother Jiang for a favor."

"Brother Su, please speak."

"Mr. Sun from Beifeng Entertainment owes me some money and hasn't paid it back yet. Could you please ask Mr. Jiang to help me urge him to pay it back?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiangdong's smile instantly froze.

You could sense his obvious displeasure, but he didn't dare to utter a single word of it.

Looking at Sun Zheng, his face darkened completely, but he dared not speak out against his anger.

Because today's scene was beyond his comprehension from beginning to end, he dared not utter another word.

Jiang Xiangdong was now truly caught in a dilemma.

He quickly calculated in his mind that he was a powerful figure in the Kyoto entertainment industry. If he really stepped forward to collect Sun Zheng's debt on behalf of Su Fan today, who in the industry would still respect him in the future? But if he refused to help, he really didn't know how to end the current situation.

After much thought, Jiang Xiangdong could only force a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Brother Su, you're joking. There must be some misunderstanding between you and President Sun. From now on, we're all on the same side. Let's cooperate more and work together for common development."

Jiang Xiangdong started to dodge the question, spouting high-sounding platitudes.

Su Fan said, "Misunderstanding? I don't think there's any misunderstanding. Let's just treat each other as we always have. I've always been straightforward and don't like beating around the bush. Brother Jiang, don't you agree?"

These words left a very unpleasant feeling in the ears of everyone present.

Everyone finally understood that Su Fan had no intention of burying the hatchet with them.

But what can they do at this point?

They heard Zhang Lingyuan's words clearly today, and they also saw the attitude of those usually unapproachable big shots.

Under these circumstances, who would dare to say another word that might offend Su Fan?

So everyone could only raise their glasses, their faces plastered with smiles, some genuine and some not, and toast Su Fan one after another.

"President Su is young and promising; it's us old folks who lack foresight. This toast is for you."

"We truly admire Mr. Su's actions this time, and we look forward to receiving more guidance from him in the future."

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The others followed suit, offering toasts with similar remarks, all adopting a humble attitude and appearing eager to make friends.

Looking at the scene before him, Su Fan knew perfectly well what these people were up to.

He didn't pick up his wine glass, but instead picked up his teacup, and said with a smile, "I appreciate your kind offer, but I don't drink wine. I'll drink tea instead. I'll drink as I please, you all drink up."

Upon hearing this, the smiles on everyone's faces froze for a moment.

If Su Fan hadn't drunk alcohol in the first place, everyone would have felt better.

But Su Fan was just drinking and chatting with those big shots, so why is he switching to tea instead of wine with them?

This is somewhat embarrassing.

But considering the situation today, no one dared to say a word at this critical juncture. They could only swallow their anger, tilt their heads back, and drink the wine in their cups in one gulp.

Su Fan slowly sipped his tea, a faint smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a meaning that no one could explain.

After a satisfying meal, it was time to call it a day.

Everyone stood up to say goodbye, each with a smile on their face. They exchanged a few polite words with Zhang Lingyuan before leaving one after another.

Only Ye Beichen and Ye Sicheng stayed until the very end.

Once everyone else had disappeared outside the door, Ye Beichen stepped forward, his face showing some caution, and said, "Daoist Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Lingyuan interrupted him: "I know you're here because of your granddaughter. Xiao Fan has already told me. I came to Kyoto specifically to deal with this matter."

Upon hearing this, Ye Beichen was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly welled up with an undisguised excitement: "Daoist Master, thank you so much. My Ye family... my Ye family doesn't know how to thank you enough."

Ye Sicheng, standing to the side, was also filled with excitement, his eyes reddening. He quickly bowed and said, "We, the Ye family, will never forget your great kindness, Daoist Master. We have been desperately seeking medical help for Yao'er these past few days, and we are almost at our wits' end. We beg you, Daoist Master, to save Yao'er."

Zhang Lingyuan said, "Alright, go home early. I'll be going to the hospital tomorrow."

Ye Beichen and Ye Sicheng expressed their gratitude profusely before turning around and getting into the car.

Inside the car, Ye Beichen said, "Luckily, we didn't go too far back then, otherwise, I'm afraid we really wouldn't be able to handle this today."

Ye Sicheng asked with some concern, "Is that Taoist priest Zhang really reliable? Yao'er's illness has been cured by so many big hospitals, and he's just a Taoist priest..."

"Do you have a better idea?" Ye Beichen asked in a deep voice.

Ye Sicheng was speechless and couldn't speak for a long time.

Ye Beichen said, "Don't underestimate traditional Chinese medicine in our country. Sometimes, what Western medicine can't solve, traditional Chinese medicine may have a solution for."

Ye Sicheng said, "I'm anxious too."

"Alright, we'll see tomorrow. Also, be more polite to that Su Fan in the future. The reason Master Zhang was able to come down the mountain to Kyoto this time is ultimately because of his disciple."

"I had heard before that Yao'er and this man surnamed Su had a good relationship, and it seems today that it wasn't just a rumor."

Ye Beichen looked out the car window and sighed deeply: "From now on, just do good deeds and don't worry about the future."