Chapter 72: Ambushed at Midnight

  Wang Yun politely asked Zhao Jing to go first, with a triumphant smile on his face, like a gallant gentleman's escort, closely following Zhao Jing as they walked forward, their harmonious and affectionate appearance making Gao A Junfeng both resentful and jealous.

  Gao A Junfeng gazed at him with a venomous look, his excitement lingering for a while. After the crowd had walked out of earshot, he let out a heavy "hmmph" and turned to leave, storming into Ye City without even bothering to indulge in the elegant pursuits of appreciating the wind and moon or reciting poetry amidst the chrysanthemums.

  For Gao A Junfeng's venomous gaze, Gao Xing understood it very well in his heart, but he didn't care at all. As for Gao Wei and Han Changyan lowering their heads, that was because Gao Xing had too many ties on the road ahead. But Gao A Junfeng wasn't qualified to make the proud Xi Mo take notice, in Gao Xing's eyes, he couldn't even be considered a troublesome little ghost.

  Everyone was chatting and laughing along the way, and finally climbed up a not-so-high mountain outside Ye City at around 11 am. Although the air in the high altitude is thin, it's very refreshing, and looking out from above makes people feel refreshed and invigorated.

  "How beautiful!" The feeling of being small compared to the vast mountains is wonderful, but the cold air at the top is too heavy, causing those thin-bodied young masters to secretly inhale the cold air, and their voices are also trembling.

  "Ahh——"

  Feeling the mountain wind blowing my clothes, looking at the distant Ye City in one glance, I suddenly felt a surge of excitement and couldn't help but let out a long whoop.

  A joyful whistle, like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, with a clear and sonorous voice, pierced through the sky and echoed far away. Along with this whistle, an aura of powerful and intimidating energy emanated from his body.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  This was the common thought in everyone's mind, and they all looked at Gaoxing with a shocked expression. These literati, rich young masters, were all weak and timid, unable to tell the difference between the five grains, and were like flowers in a greenhouse. The mountain top temperature was originally low, which made them somewhat fearful, and adding Gaoxing's powerful aura at this time, they couldn't help but feel terrified, their legs trembling with fear.

  Among the crowd, only two people did not show fear: Wang Yun and Zhao Jing. The former was because he was the son of General Wang Lin and had been trained by his father since childhood, plus his familiarity with Gao Xing, which made him aware of some of Gao Xing's unusual habits. The latter was naturally gentle on the outside but firm on the inside, and Gao Xing's sudden change sparked her curiosity far beyond fear.

  The joyful whoop lasted for five breaths before weakening and slowly disappearing. In recent days, facing the humiliation of compromise, anxiety about future development, and the complex psychology of experiencing men's and women's affairs for the first time, it seemed that all these emotions were vented in this long whoop.

  The current mood of excitement is just a cool word, but others are extremely unhappy. Originally to please the beauty, not only suffered from the cold, but also scared like this, that is uncle can tolerate aunt can't tolerate. Just looking at the excited body, although thin, but the momentum is extraordinary, the whole body seems to be a sharp sword out of its sheath, very sharp and fierce, they can only hold back their discontent in their hearts.

  The joyful long whistle finally swept away the enthusiasm of the crowd's poetry, and it was only noon when everyone went down the mountain and headed towards Ye City.

  "Great, brother! Today you've gained a lot. Come on, let's go to Drunken Moon Tower, I'll treat you to wine!" After bidding farewell to Zhao Jing, Wang Yan finally remembered the excitement of regaining face for him, a typical case of valuing material wealth over friendship.

  Smiling and shaking his head in refusal. Since that day when he had a relationship with Zhang Rong, he hadn't gone to Zuiyuelou again, simply because he didn't know how to face Zhang Rong.

  "Oh? Brother Xing, how come you're saving me money today?" Wang Yun looked at Xing with curiosity and asked: "Brother Xing, where did you get that fan and those words from?"

  Gaoxing didn't answer and instead asked: "Does Big Brother Wang want to get rich?"

  "Of course!" Wang Yun replied succinctly. His old man had given a lot of family property to his troops, and Wang Yun's brothers were too numerous, with not enough resources to go around. By the end of each month, he was left with nothing. How could Wang Yun not be delighted at the prospect of making a fortune?

  "This folding fan is a great thing to make a fortune! In our Ye City, how many young masters of wealthy families don't want to own a folding fan that can show off their elegant and refined style?" He excitedly waved the folding fan in his hand.

  Wang Yun's expression turned contemplative as he gazed at the folding fan, which looked ordinary but had a vast surface area where one could write poetry or paint landscapes. In the hands of scholars and poets, it would undoubtedly exude an air of elegance and refinement, captivating the hearts of young maidens.

  At the thought of folding fans sweeping through Ye City, or even the entire country, a surge of wealth pouring in, Wang Yan's eyes involuntarily gleamed with a green light.

  "Come on, brother, speak up and give your opinion!" Wang Yunhuo hastily said.

  Smiling calmly, he said: "Big Brother Wang, being impatient won't let you eat hot tofu, come on, back to the mansion, and I'll discuss it with you in detail."

  "Hao hao hao." Wang Yun said three "hao"s in a row, his heart burning with rage.

  As Ye City's leaves gradually turned yellow, the weather also gradually cooled down, and the bleak winter began to step by step drive away the fruitful autumn.

  After the Double Ninth Festival, the folding fan lived up to Gao Xing's expectations and soon became a sensation throughout the city, winning the favor of self-proclaimed refined scholars. As the creators of this new product, Wang Yan and Gao Xing naturally made a fortune.

  For this new font, Zhao Jing was very fond of it and couldn't help but borrow Wang Yan's folding fan. Zhao Zhong and Yi Yang Wang both liked it very much, and as they spoke, this font gradually spread out. Wang Yan also became a big name again because of this, only he didn't know how to write in this font, and was excited every time, while the latter always spoke evasively and changed the subject, leaving him unable to do so.

  The symbol of extravagance is to spend money lavishly, whether you have it or not.

  Gao Xing and Wang Yan had earned so much money, how could they not celebrate properly. However, the two did not go to Zui Yue Lou, but instead went to Yi Hong Yuan, which made Wang Yan complain a lot.

  After drinking all day, Wang Yun got drunk and lay on the ground with his four limbs in the air. He was excited but also a bit dizzy. Leaving Wang Yun alone in the Yihong Courtyard, Xing was tipsy and swayed as he walked out of the courtyard, slowly heading home.

  At this time, the night was already deep and dark, but the moonlight was bright and clear, shining like daylight. The streets were empty of people, occasionally encountering one, either a beggar huddled in a corner or a drunkard singing loudly under the moon.

  A gust of cool wind blew, and with a thrill, the drowsy mind suddenly cleared. Unintentionally glancing at the dark alley ahead, the originally dull eyes suddenly became clear, emitting a cold gaze that shot out a thread of murderous intent, but it was quickly withdrawn.

  With a happy hum, he muttered drunken words, his body swaying unsteadily as he stumbled forward, the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him, and even from tens of meters away, Anu seemed to be able to smell it.

  Anu furrowed his brow, staring intently at the approaching Gao Xing. He involuntarily tightened his grip on the wooden stick as thick as an egg, slowly licked his tongue, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

  "Come on, all of you, cheer up! The master has spoken, he wants one hand and one leg from each of you, don't forget!" Anu said in a low voice.

  "Anu big brother, don't worry! We've suffered for half the night, but we'll get it back from this little brat!" A rough and somewhat mournful voice rang out.

  "Shh, keep your voice down!" Anu angrily whispered. If it was because of the fool behind him who startled the snake while cutting grass, and the master blamed him for it, he would be in trouble.

  "Hey big bro, don't worry, this kid is so drunk he can't even recognize his own mother, how would he notice us?" Another voice chimed in, sounding rather nonchalant, but not too loud.

  "Come on, be quiet!" Anu shouted.

  He was still walking forward, sometimes with an exclamation mark and sometimes with a question mark, his body swaying like willow catkins in the wind, making people worry whether he would fall to the ground at any moment.

  "Hmm, damn it, that little girl Xiao Hong has gotten me drunk so much, and now I need to pee. Hmm, where's the toilet? Ah, it's here! He excitedly staggered to the wall, muttering to himself, and started unbuttoning his pants."

  "Long live death!"

  Anu saw Gao Xing walking to the wall where he was hiding and pouring water, his heart filled with great joy. He was just about to wait for Gao Xing to relax before making a move, but the crowd of brothers behind him couldn't hold back, shouting loudly as they jumped out.