"Great!"
After giving these instructions, Lin Xu walked from the banquet hall to the private room area.
He opened the door to the small private room, expecting the atmosphere inside to be somewhat awkward, but to his surprise, everyone was chatting lively. At this moment, Uncle Chen Yuejin was even sitting with Ren Chongmo, behaving like long-lost brothers.
Wow, are they hitting it off that well?
"Mr. Chongmo, your name sounds extraordinary at first glance, evoking an image of appreciating literature; when I hear it, I picture a scholar. Unlike my name, which sounds so rough and plain."
"Oh no, no, Mr. Chen, your name carries a strong sense of the times. As soon as one hears it, they know what era you were born in, with historical weight, much more powerful than my simple Chongmo."
Ah, so they're just trading compliments here.
Lin Xu didn't disturb them and instead greeted Geng Lishan and Grandpa Han Jitong, then turned to ask his Aunt Shen Guofang:
