Chapter 40: Has It Been Lifted?

  In another setting, Ma Baocheng could have ignored Ning Yuan, this inexplicable predecessor, but at this moment, he had to acknowledge him, with so many big shots from the Taoist sect watching, if he dared not to recognize him, his future days would be difficult.

  Ma Baocheng could also see that Li Chuanhe didn't seem to be on good terms with this young senior, otherwise he should have greeted him when he came in just now, instead of remaining silent.

  He let out a faint sigh, Ma Baocheng took a deep breath and also saluted Ning Yuan with a fist: "Ning... Young Master Ning, I was rude to you before, I'd like to apologize."

  "Ma was being polite." Ning Yuan smiled faintly and waved his hand, saying: "You are all big shots in Shangjiang City, famous predecessors on the road, I'm just a little brat, can't be compared to your greatness."

  "Whatever, whatever." The crowd burst into laughter, but in their hearts, they were somewhat disdainful. If you didn't want to be considered a senior, why did you go ask Li Chuan River earlier? Now that your identity is clear, you're still pretending to be arrogant here.

  Of course, people can only say this in their hearts. After all, there are many mouths and tongues nowadays, and no one knows if today's events will be leaked out by someone. These people are mostly old and rely on the reputation they accumulated in the past. They naturally won't lift a stone to hit their own feet. If they don't care about Ning Yuan, this predecessor, and get bullied by younger generations one day, it's also self-inflicted and can't be blamed on heaven or others.

  Looking at the group of people who were originally with their noses up in the air, they all became smiling and cheerful. Ning Yuan couldn't help but take a glance at Li Chuanhe, feeling a bit relieved in his heart. Fortunately, Ma Baocheng had invited Li Chuanhe today, otherwise this matter would have been really hard to explain.

  After the polite exchange, everyone sat down again. Old Ge coughed and looked at Ma Baocheng: "Old Ma, the situation is just as Master Ning said, we all understand what's going on, so let's not beat around the bush. Sen Wu ruined Master Ning's event, he should apologize to Master Ning."

  "This is what should be done, it's what should be."

  As he spoke, he slapped the table again and roared at Ma Senwu: "You ungrateful thing, don't you apologize to Master Ning? Do I need to teach you?"

  Ma Senwu was already stunned, and Ma Baocheng's sudden movement made him almost fall to the ground. He trembled with fear and bowed his head to Ning Yuan, saying: "Ning Ye, I'm sorry."

  Can't help but say, Ma Senwu as Ma Baocheng's son is not just one or two stars different from Ma Baocheng, a complete spoiled rich second generation, his courage is really not great.

  Ning Yuan waved his hand and said, "No need to apologize to me, you smashed my clinic, scared the staff in my clinic, go and apologize to them yourself tomorrow."

  As he spoke, Ning Yuan turned his head and looked at Ma Baocheng, saying: "Director Ma, I don't know if this request is excessive or not?"

  "It's nothing, it should be like this." Ma Baocheng gritted his teeth and nodded.

  "Ah, thank you, General Ma, for your magnanimity." Ning Yuan smiled faintly and casually pulled out a check from his pocket, pushing it forward to Ma Baocheng's face: "As for me ruining General Ma's gathering, this matter can't be settled so easily. I, Ning Yuan, am not ungrateful. Consider this money as medical expenses for the brothers."

  The check Ningyuan took out was the same 100,000 yuan check that Qin Limin had given him two days ago. Although the four of them had smashed Ma Baocheng's place last night, their direct losses were not great. Later, Ma Baocheng's loss from closing his business could not be counted as part of it. One hundred thousand yuan was indeed not a small amount.

  Ma Baocheng glanced at the check pushed over by Ning Yuan, smiled faintly, and pushed it back to Ning Yuan, saying: "Ning Ye is joking, this matter was my son's fault from the start, how can I take your money, isn't that slapping me in the face?"

  When they saw Ma Baocheng not taking out his checkbook, the others also didn't make a sound, quietly sitting on the side watching.

  Ningyuan's identity is special, and the few people present also gave Ningyuan enough face, but that doesn't mean they are afraid of Ningyuan or want to fawn over him. Identity and power often need to be in direct proportion to win others' true respect. To put it bluntly, Ningyuan is just an outsider after all.

  Ma Baocheng and Ning Yuan's push-and-pull over the medical expenses is also a matter of principle. If Ma Baocheng accepts this money, it means that this matter will be completely covered up, and in the future, Ma Baocheng cannot use this matter to trouble Ning Yuan or make demands on him.

  Not accepting this money means that Ma Baocheng is not willing in his heart, although he doesn't say anything for the time being, considering Ningyuan's identity, and defaults to this result. In fact, there are some grievances in his heart. Later on, Ningyuan can also be said to owe Ma Baocheng a favor. This time, it is considered that Ma Baocheng gave Ningyuan, this senior, a bit of face.

  Things on the road are not much less than in official circles, and there are many rules. The so-called rivers and lakes, three religions and nine flows, city streets rogues, among them the twists and turns can't be explained in a few words.

  Ning Yuan smiled and looked at the check that Ma Baocheng had pushed back, picked it up casually, put it back in his own pocket, stood up and said: "Since that's the case, I'll take my leave first and not disturb you all. Another day when I have time, I'll invite everyone to drink tea again."

  Having said that, Ningyuan turned around and walked towards the conference room door. Several old men and Ma Baocheng also stood up to see him off, calling out: "Ningye, slow down."

  After Ningyuan's back disappeared at the conference room door, several people sat down again. Ma Baicheng's face was ugly, and he slammed a fist on the conference table, looking at Liuchuan River: "Master Li, what is this kid's origin?"

  Listening to Ma Baocheng's inquiry, the others also looked at Li Chuanhe, and this question was also what they wanted to know. Just now, Ningyuan was there, and they didn't dare to ask carefully. Now that Ningyuan had left, they naturally wanted to understand in detail.

  Li Chuan smiled faintly, picked up his tea cup and took a sip, before sighing and saying: "As it happens, I only met this Ning senior a few days ago. This Ning senior's master has some connections with my school, so in terms of generation, he is one level higher than me. That's why I'm being polite, also to avoid giving people something to gossip about."

  "Master Lei, you mean that this kid is actually not worth being feared?" Ma Baocheng asked tentatively.

  "It can't be said that way, Lao Da Ma also witnessed the scene last night. Ning Qianbei is a well-known master, with excellent martial arts skills, although his master has passed away. He's just a young man in his twenties, carrying the name of his predecessor, and people should give him some face."

  As for Ningyuan, Li Chuanhe also didn't have a good impression of him. Just now, in front of Ningyuan, he had to flatter him, but since Ningyuan has left, he naturally doesn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

  As expected, when Li Chuan River said that Ningyuan's master had passed away, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. Earlier, more than half of the people who called Ningyuan "Master Ning" did so because they didn't want to offend the big shot who had entered the door. Now that he was no longer around, there was no need to be overly cautious. When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; although it's not as if the tea has gone cold when someone leaves, the significance is absolutely different whether a person is present or not.

  Especially Ma Baocheng, his eyes narrowed, flashing a hint of ferocity. This time he had lost face and fortune, and it was impossible for him to let Ning Yuan off so easily. If not openly, then secretly; as long as Ning Yuan remained in Shangjiang City, he would have plenty of opportunities to deal with him.

  Ma Baocheng and Li Chuanhe were in the conference room, Ning Yuan didn't know about it. After leaving the conference room, Ning Yuan went straight downstairs to outside of Di Hao, hailed a taxi and went home.

  As soon as Ningyuan got out of the car at the gate, he saw that the lights were on inside. After entering, Gu Fenglin was indeed sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking tea. Seeing Ningyuan return, he stood up and greeted him: "Young Master, did you go talk to Ma Baocheng?"

  Ningyuan nodded and sat down on the sofa, Gu Fenglin hastily poured him a cup of tea. Ningyuan took a sip before saying, "Not bad, Ma Baocheng has invited many big shots from Shangjiang City this time, planning to set up a grand feast for me."

  "Ma Baocheng was going to use his power to intimidate others." Gu Fenglin chuckled and asked, "What happened next?"

  "Ma Baocheng invited people including Li Chuanhe." Ningyuan smiled and said.

  "Ah!" Gu Fenglin's mouth was agape, and then he sighed with a bitter smile: "So the Liuchuan River has been used as a gun by you?"

  "How to speak?" Ning Yuan Bai gave Gu Fenglin a glance and said: "Since Li Chuanhe is present, I naturally can't help but greet him. Yesterday's matter is temporarily over, Ma Baocheng shouldn't come looking for trouble again in the short term."

  "Master Lin, you can't be too careful. Ma Bao has a narrow mind and won't let this matter go so easily just because he's lost out this time." Gu Feng reminded him.

  "I know." Ning Yuan smiled with narrowed eyes: "As long as Ma Baocheng doesn't dare to come openly, I'm not worried. With our Xuanmen's skills in the dark, we are the ancestors."