Zhao Zhengqing dismissed Chu Chen's words and asked about inviting Elder Pei.
"Why don't you invite the craftsman who made the plain-band teapot, that ceramic master who has been dead for hundreds of years?"
After Zhao Zhengqing's earlier actions, most of those present didn't believe Chu Chen could invite Elder Pei.
They all heard it just now; even Elder Pei's own grandson couldn't get Elder Pei to come.
"Brother Chu, I'm counting on you."
On the scene, only Luo Yongning spoke up, believing in Chu Chen.
If he had just met Chu Chen, Luo Yongning would also have doubts. But over time, he had learned some terrifying identities of Chu Chen.
Naturally, Luo Yongning trusted Chu Chen.
"Brother Luo, you're being too polite."
Luo Yongning had helped him a lot before; now it was just a phone call, and Chu Chen was committed.
"Hmph."
"Suit yourself."
Han Teng snorted coldly. Zhao Zhengqing had just wasted his emotions and time.