Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

Zhao Pengfei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Chen Ping to admit it so readily, and he didn't know how to respond.

He sat back down, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became strange.

No one spoke; the only sound was the chopsticks tapping against the bowl.

Zhao Pengfei glanced at Chen Ping every now and then, a smile playing on his lips, a smile that seemed to say, "You've finally met your match."

The others ate with their heads down, occasionally exchanging glances, but no one spoke.

Old Wang sat next to Chen Ping, his face looking rather unwell. He served Chen Ping food several times, which Chen Ping ate each time.

As they were finishing their meal, Zhao Pengfei picked up the car keys from the table, weighed them in his hand, and called out to the waiter.

A young waitress came in with a menu. Zhao Pengfei pointed to the plates on the table and asked her to calculate the bill.

The waiter calculated for a while and announced the amount: a little over 1,200 yuan.

Zhao Pengfei nodded, turned around, looked at the people present, and smiled.

"Let's split the cost, two hundred each."

He said this while looking at Chen Ping.

Old Wang's face darkened immediately. Just as he was about to speak, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Cui Ying stood at the door, wearing a light beige trench coat, her hair loose, and carrying a white LV bag with the monogram pattern, which gleamed under the light.

She glanced at the people in the private room, her gaze lingering on Zhao Pengfei's face for a moment before settling on Chen Ping.

She walked in, her high heels clicking on the floor, each step steady.

"Chen Ping, you left your phone in the car." She placed the phone in front of Chen Ping, then turned to Zhao Pengfei, "Who just said 'split the bill'?"

Zhao Pengfei paused for a moment, looked at Cui Ying, then at the LV bag in her hand, and then at the person behind her. The door to the private room was not closed, and the corridor was empty and unremarkable.

He smiled and leaned back in his chair.

"I said AA, what's wrong?"

"It's just a meal, isn't it?"

Cui Ying's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the private room could hear her clearly: "A thousand or eight hundred? You still need to split the bill? That's shameful. This meal is on me."

She took a black card out of her bag and handed it to the waiter: "Swipe the card, no PIN required."

The waiter took the card, glanced at it, and turned to leave.

The private room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Cui Ying placed her bag on the table, unzipped it, and took out a car key—a Porsche—its crest gleaming under the light.

She casually tossed the keys onto the table, where they landed on the solid wood with a dull thud.

"Oh, right."

She looked at Zhao Pengfei and said in a calm tone, "I also have a Mercedes-Benz E-Class like yours. It's for my housekeeper to use for grocery shopping. It's a car that costs over 400,000 yuan, which is not expensive. It's quite convenient for grocery shopping."

Zhao Pengfei's face turned pale.

It wasn't white, it was gray, like someone had drained its blood.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He placed his hand on the table, curled his fingers, and gripped the Mercedes key in his palm.

Old Wang was the first to laugh out loud, covering his mouth to suppress it, but his shoulders were shaking.

Big Bear finally stopped chewing peanuts. He stared at Cui Ying and then at Chen Ping, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Lin Fang and Sun Yue exchanged a glance, lowered their heads, and smiled.

Old Liu pushed up his glasses, coughed, and didn't say anything, but his ears turned red.

The waiter returned with the card, handed it to Cui Ying with both hands, and said, "Welcome to visit again next time."

Cui Ying put the card into her bag, picked up the bag, walked over to Chen Ping, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Let's go, my dad said he made soup for lunch, and he'll let you drink it when you get back."

Chen Ping stood up, glanced at Lao Wang, and Lao Wang winked at him and gave him a thumbs up.

Chen Ping smiled and followed Cui Ying outside. When they reached the door, he stopped but didn't turn around.

"Zhao Pengfei, the registration certificates for that batch of coronary stents have expired, and the test reports are fake. I know exactly how many you sold, and sooner or later someone will come after you."

Zhao Pengfei's face turned completely pale, his lips trembled twice, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Ping and Cui Ying left the private room and went downstairs.

Just as I stepped into the lobby, a group of people suddenly rushed in through the door.

The one in the lead was in his forties, bald, wearing a black leather jacket, and had a gold chain around his neck as thick as a thumb.

He was followed by seven or eight men, some bald, some with long hair, and some wearing sunglasses. They were all burly and blocked the entrance of Donglaishun restaurant completely.

The guests in the lobby turned pale when they saw this group of people, and the waiters stood there with their plates, too afraid to move.

The bald man stood in the middle of the hall, his gaze sweeping around before settling on Chen Ping.

His lips twitched slightly. He took out his phone, glanced at it, looked at Chen Ping again, and then put the phone away.

"You're Chen Ping?"

Chen Ping looked at him without saying a word.

Cui Ying stood next to Chen Ping, clutching his sleeve tightly with her fingers.

The bald man took a step forward, and the seven or eight people behind him followed suit.

Chen Ping didn't move, looking at the bald man, waiting for him to speak.

Inside the private room, Lao Wang and his group had just come out and were about to go downstairs.

Zhao Pengfei walked at the front, his face still looking unwell, clutching the Mercedes key tightly in his hand.

He walked to the top of the stairs, looked down, and his legs went weak.

"Biao...Brother Biao..." Zhao Pengfei's voice changed.

The others looked down as well, their faces turning pale.

Biaozi raised his head, glanced at Zhao Pengfei, frowned slightly, ignored him, and turned back to look at Chen Ping.

"Are you Chen Ping?" Biaozi asked again.

"It's me." Chen Ping's voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.

Biaozi took another step forward, less than two steps away from Chen Ping.

The seven or eight people behind him dispersed and surrounded Chen Ping and Cui Ying from both sides.

Some of the guests in the hall stood up and stepped back, while others remained motionless in their chairs, not because they didn't want to move, but because they were afraid to.

The young girl behind the cashier gripped her pen tightly, barely daring to breathe.

Cui Ying gripped Chen Ping's sleeve even tighter.

She took a deep breath, her voice much louder than usual: "My father is Cui Guofu, from the Guofu Group in Tianhai City. If you touch his people here, think about the consequences."

Biaozi paused for a moment.

Of course he knew who Cui Guofu was. Guofu Group was a well-known company in Tianhai City, with his influence in real estate, building materials, and medical care.

Those who operate in the underworld can offend anyone, but no one wants to associate with prominent entrepreneurs like this.

Biaozi frowned, glanced back at the people behind him, then turned back to look at Cui Ying.

He hesitated, but only for two seconds.

"Miss Cui, I'm not trying to disrespect you." Biaozi's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm. "What happened today has nothing to do with you. Stand further away; you won't get hurt."

Cui Ying's expression changed.

She didn't expect Biaozi to disregard even her father's feelings. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Chen Ping stopped her.