"Feng Shitian, are you kidding? Are you the disciple of your master, Master Wen Renyue? You actually said that your master's promise is only worth one gold coin..." Songyancheng shouted in disbelief.
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Feng Shitian frowned, obviously she was very dissatisfied with Song Yancheng's sudden loud voice: "Haha, you are wrong, I meant that I only need one gold coin to repay the favor of your Song family!
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As Feng Shitian said this, he picked up a few strands of his hair and played with them with a smile.
"You, what do you mean? Feng Shitian, you are looking down on our Song family at all. Let me tell you, if there was no help from our Song family at that time, your master would not be where he is today. And maybe Master Wen Renyue wouldn't be where he is today."
The help from our Song family has long been dead!" Song Yancheng was really angry, and his stomach was already bulging.
When they didn't come out at home, they thought that as long as they came to Tianlong Academy and told Feng Shitian about the matter, then as a disciple of Wen Renyue, Feng Shitian would naturally obediently give the exclusive agency rights of Jiuyang Pill to Feng Shitian.
As for my Song family, I didn't expect...
"By the way, Mr. Song, I'm very curious now, how did my master owe you the favor of the Song family back then?" Feng Shitian really didn't know about this matter, because Wen Renyue didn't treat him at all.
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"Hmph!" Song Yancheng raised his chin high, and then spoke directly without even thinking: "That was when Master Wen Renyue was seven or eight years old. He was an orphan.
We couldn't even get anything to eat. When we were about to starve to death in the ruined temple, our ancestors of the Song family happened to pass by, so they gave Master Wen Renyue a bowl of white rice. If he hadn't had that bowl of white rice, Wen Renyue would have died.
I'm afraid you will starve to death long ago!"
Song Yancheng said with a proud face: "So after Master Wen Renyue became famous, he met my ancestor once and recognized that my ancestor was the one who gave him a meal, so Master Wen knew
The one who made that promise!”
After Song Yancheng finished speaking, he looked quite proud. Now it seemed to him that since he had finished speaking, Feng Shitian should immediately nod his head in agreement. After all, the incident when Master Wen Renyue almost starved to death in the ruined temple had nothing to do with it.
For people who have become famous today, that is definitely a stain, so no matter who they are, they should want to erase it.
But there was no Yang Dao. Feng Shitian actually nodded: "Oh, it's just a bowl of rice. You Song family actually want my exclusive agency rights for Jiuyang Dan. You are not afraid of being strangled to death!"
"Miss Feng, what are you talking about? If it weren't for my ancestors, Master Wen wouldn't be where he is today!" Song Yancheng said without giving in.
"Well, well!" Feng Shitian nodded again: "It's just Songyan City. I don't know whether what you said is true or false. What about the evidence? You must have evidence. Otherwise, if
Today you say that my master owes you a bowl of rice, and tomorrow another person comes and says that my master owed them a bowl of soup. What should I do? I don’t have that much exclusive agency right!"
"Of course there is evidence. Just wait. The evidence is not with me, but with my brother. I will ask him to bring it to you right now!" Song Yancheng heard what Feng Shitian said and was secretly happy that things were progressing.