392. Chapter 392 The old ancestor of the Song family who must lose every bet
Song Yancheng thought very clearly that since Feng Shitian had given in, all he had to do was press forward step by step.
But I never thought that Feng Shitian would be such a talkative and easy-going person to give in?
"Well, then you contact your brother first. I want my master to come over now and ask him if everything you said is true!" Feng Shitian's smiling eyes, for some reason, looked at Songyan City.
There is always some discomfort in my eyes.
"Okay!" But Songyancheng still agreed.
It wasn't long before Wen Renyue arrived.
"Master Wen, hello, my name is Song Yancheng. You may not recognize me, but you should know that my ancestor was the one who gave you a bowl of white rice in the ruined temple when you were about to die of hunger.
Man!" This is Song Yancheng's self-introduction.
Wen Renyue never cared much about reputational matters, so after listening to Song Yancheng's words, he nodded: "Oh, you are actually a member of the Song family, there is such a thing!"
At that moment, Song Yancheng glanced at Feng Shitian proudly, which was clearly saying, "Look, how about it? I'm not wrong, Feng Shitian, Feng Shitian, you should just obediently take that Jiuyang Pill"
Give me the exclusive agency rights!
"You, the Song family, are also here to attend the auction of my precious apprentice?" Wen Renyue was quite happy to see the Song family.
In fact, Wen Renyue was a person who valued affection and righteousness, so he never forgot the Song family's kindness to him.
"Master, the Song family is not here to participate in the auction, they want me to repay the favor of the bowl of rice on behalf of the master!" Feng Shitian's voice sounded faintly at this time.
"...?" Wen Renyue frowned. He understood Feng Shitian's words.
But Feng Shitian continued: "I just want to use that bowl of rice in exchange for my exclusive agency rights for Jiuyang Dan!"
"And he also said that this was the promise you made to the Song family, master!"
"But, I have fulfilled that promise!" The smile on Wen Renyue's face faded at this time. Although he values love and justice, he will never allow others to use this to threaten his precious apprentice.
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"Impossible!" Song Yancheng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on at this time: "Impossible, this is simply impossible!"
Wen Renyue looked at Song Yancheng with great dissatisfaction and said that since he became famous, no one has ever dared to question himself so loudly in front of him.
"Master, what on earth is going on? I see you really need to tell Mr. Song!" Feng Shitian smiled slightly.
"Oh, three years ago, I went to Bonan City, and I happened to meet the old ancestor of the Song family there. I really didn't expect that the old guy was still alive. And the old guy loved gambling very much, and he happened to lose money that day.
He lost so much that his pants were pulled off, so I helped him pay the gambling fee, so in the words of the old guy, I have already paid back the favor!"
"Impossible, impossible! You owe this favor to our Song family. How can you just repay it to your ancestors!" Of course Song Yancheng knew that his ancestors loved gambling and would lose every time they gambled.
So he knew in his heart that what Wen Renyue said was probably true.
"What I owe is not your Song family, but your ancestors!" Wen Renyue's face turned completely cold, and his impression of the Song family plummeted.