"Get lost."
Chen Feng waved his hand dismissively at Master Chen.
"Yes."
Master Chen, overjoyed, bowed repeatedly and then turned to sprint out of the restaurant.
Jin Huaiyi, on the other hand, made more than a dozen phone calls, all of which, without exception, were turned away.
In the end, he was completely numb.
"Mr. Chen..."
The sight before him was that of the Patriarch Jin, who upon being driven into a corner, actually knelt down to Chen Feng, begging repeatedly, "I was blind and failed to recognize a true man of greatness... I implore Mr. Chen to show mercy and spare me... Above me, there's an eighty-year-old mother, and below, a three-year-old child crying for food..."
Without expressing any stance, Chen Feng took out his phone and looked at something, then said, "I'm willing to let you go, but you need to come up with ten 150-year-old Ginseng Kings."
"Ten Ginseng Kings..."