Why does this woman stand up for me? She fights against a group of men on her own. Isn’t she afraid?

In that flash of lightning, countless speculations ran through the little boy's mind.

When he saw Sikong Wancai snapping up the case and seeming to instruct his men to catch the woman, the young man on the stage let out a clear drink.

"If you don't accept it, just come up and challenge me. Why bother embarrassing a woman in public?"

"That woman is just speaking out for justice, so you want to bully others with more people? Today is a cultural banquet, don't use violence. If you use violence, it will not look good on anyone's face, and you will not give face to the host of the cultural banquet!"

When Yang Ruoqing heard Chen'er defending herself on stage, tears filled her eyes.

A good start is half the success. This first scene of mother and son getting together is so wonderful and loving!

Sikong Wancai looked around, and indeed, he was being condemned by many looks.

"No, they are all just pretending, they are polite scum."

Sikong Wancai muttered softly.

But he still adjusted his clothes and sat down again.

He pointed to a middle-aged man wearing a blue gown next to him: "Since you can't fight with force, then fight with force. Mr. Cui, go up and teach that arrogant boy a lesson and teach him what calculation is!"

The middle-aged man named Cui seemed to be waiting for these words from Sikong Wancai.

Immediately his eyes lit up, he nodded in thanks, straightened his clothes and walked towards the stage with his head held high...

Yang Ruoqing heard the guests beside her talking quietly again.

"What is the origin of this person named Cui?" Guest A asked.

Guest B asked: "This person named Cui has no background. He was born in a poor family. Later he was admitted to the Gongsheng School and ranked third in the Jinshi list. He was born with the same Jinshi background."

"He was not very lucky in his official career, but because he was good at learning and especially talented in arithmetic, he was hired by Sikong Wancai and became his disciple."

"Dinner?" Guest A opened his eyes in surprise.

"Sikong Wancai looks like an ignorant rich man with no pursuits in life. Why is he trying to attract diners? Isn't that a waste of talent?"

Guest B scoffed at this.

"This is called arty and window-dressing."

Guest B continued: "Speaking of the Sikong family, it is also a strange place to build Ye City."

"The old man of the Sikong family is a well-known miser."

"I heard that when the family didn't have a meal to beat rice for the pot, they would have people look at their heads and count the grains of rice."

"The people's shoes and socks for all seasons are made of patches upon patches, and the food and clothing they wear are the worst among all the wealthy families in Jianye City."

"Before going to bed every night, Mr. Sikong has to go to the room where money and gold, silver and jewelry are kept at home, and count his belongings carefully before going to bed."

"When sleeping, you should hold the key to the warehouse firmly in your palm, and only close one eye when sleeping."

"Cooks are not allowed to add too much oil or salt when cooking. The wicks used to light lamps can only be single, not double..." Guest B said.

"Oh my God, this stinginess is really unprecedented." Guest A exclaimed.

Guest B smiled and shook his head, and continued: "The old man is so stingy that he is reluctant to throw away a grain of rice, but he gave birth to a grandson like Sikong Wancai who likes to spend a lot of money."

"Sikong Wancai has regarded money as dirt since he was a child. One thing he often says is that any problem that money can solve is no longer a problem."

"So he himself has no knowledge and skills, but he spent a lot of money to recruit a large number of diners under his disciples."

"According to a rough estimate, there must be hundreds of people. Many of them are talented people in various fields. It can be said that there is a lot of talent!" Guest B said.

Having said this, he raised his chin and looked at the man named Cui who had already started to defend Xiao Xiaojun on the stage.

"Well, let's just say that the guy named Cui also has a lot of skills, otherwise he wouldn't be able to pass the imperial examination."

"The person named Cui is not the most powerful among the diners in Sikong Wancai. There are several other diners who were all famous talents or prodigies with great talents."

Guest A was even more puzzled: "Since these people are so good, why are they willing to be a constant companion to such a prodigal?"

Guest B shook his head: "In this world, it's not just that you can stand out if you are talented, and you can realize your dreams."

"The right time, place and people are indispensable. They have all the talent but no opportunity."

"After twenty or thirty years of wasted life, you have to get married, eat, and support your family, right?"

"Money is still money, so I have no choice but to devote myself to the prodigal Sikong Wancai. It's just for profit, or maybe one day luck will favor me and I can get in touch with the nobles and relatives in the capital through Sikong Wancai. Maybe I can get it again.

Another breakthrough..."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on the man surnamed Cui and Chen'er who were competing on the stage, but she listened to the conversation between guests A and B word for word, and she despised Sikong Wancai in her heart.

But at the same time, I'm a little worried about Chen'er. As the saying goes, there are people outside the world.

There are many talented people around Sikong Wancai, some of whom are just pretending to be useless, but there are certainly some who are truly talented and learned.

Chen'er, can you handle it?

"good!"

Someone in the crowd over there cheered.

Then, more people cheered.

Yang Ruoqing took a closer look and saw Chen'er on the stage with her hands folded, her tall and tall body standing there like a pine tree, with a faint smile on her face.

"Thank you Mr. Cui for your permission!"

He said to the man surnamed Cui who was standing in front of him with a red face.

The man surnamed Cui raised his hand and arched it casually, then walked down the stage in despair and returned to Sikong Wancai.

"Young Master, that boy has a few tricks up his sleeve. His subordinates are not talented and have embarrassed you!" The man surnamed Cui lowered his head and said.

Sikong Wancai's face was very ugly, "Trash."

Then, he pointed at another fat man next to him to go up: "If you go up, you are just a scheming person. I don't believe this kid can defy heaven!"

The slightly fat man walked up to the stage to find a place for himself. After a while, he came back defeated again and stood behind Sikong Wancai dejectedly.

Sikong Wancai ordered several people to go up in one breath. Yang Ruoqing paid attention and found that these people were all very talented if they were placed anywhere else.

However, they were all destroyed by the Chener group.

Yang Ruoqing was so surprised that her son was really a mathematical genius.

Think about it, at such a young age, you can plan the village so well, put every piece of land and area to use, and use various traps and formations...

Chen'er like this must be good at planning!

Who does this look like?

Yang Ruoqing remembered that when she was studying in the organization in her previous life, her math scores were not bad, but she was not that outstanding.

And Tang Yazi obviously couldn't reach this height.
Chapter completed!