Chapter Five: The Greedy Fat Man

Tianlang took the package, spread it out on the table, and a dozen fragrant steamed buns suddenly appeared.

Tianlang finally turned his head, a faint smile appearing on his face: "You have done well to remember this."

The wind grew stronger, and the sand blowing in through the open door increased as well, covering the surfaces of several tables near the entrance in a fine layer of yellow dust

A trace of displeasure flashed across the young gentleman's face as he slammed his hand heavily on the table, stood up, and strode out with great strides, while Tianlang remained motionless in place, showing no intention of rising to persuade him to stay

As he walked, it seemed as though the ground was shaking. Unlike the two exceptionally handsome men in front, this stout man had a face full of flesh, with his pair of eyes squeezed into two narrow slits by the chubby cheeks on either side. He had a bulbous nose, large ears that stuck out, and his face was glistening with oil, as if the fat were oozing out.

Tianlang nodded and picked up another bun: "I thank you, and I will definitely repay you for this opportunity in the future"

Watching the fat man finish the jar of wine, Tianlang's voice softened slightly: "I was rude just now, please don't take it to heart. You know, even now I still cannot fully control my emotions."

The chewing of the wolf ceased abruptly, and he swallowed the bun in his mouth. His voice was as cold as before: "Are you also trying to persuade me to go back?"

The fat man opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly met with the cold gaze of Tianlang, causing his heart to shudder. He forced a laugh and said, "You have your own legs; if you want to go back, you will return on your own. Why do we need to persuade you? I am here this time to help you."

Upon closer observation, one can also notice that the ten fingers of the stout man are adorned with gold rings, and in his left hand, he holds a pure gold abacus. This time, the dimly lit room sparkles with golden light, as if it has transformed into a treasure trove

The newcomer was a man in his forties, a stout figure who was a whole half a head shorter than the slender, tall young gentleman who had just left. However, his waist was at least three times thicker, and in terms of weight, he was at least twice that of the young gentleman.

The fat man threw a package from his right hand far away, releasing a wave of aroma mixed with the fragrance of high-quality white flour and the scent of meat, which overwhelmed the wine aroma that had filled the entire hall just moments ago

Tianlang glanced at the fat man and sighed, "A journey of a hundred miles, a whole night's travel, yet the warmth of this bun is just like when it was freshly steamed. Your internal strength has improved significantly since the last time we met; you must have reached the seventh level of the Dragon-Slaying Technique."

The sea bowl in Tianlang's hand suddenly shattered with a "bang", turning into fine powder that scattered all over the table. The wine that was originally filled to the brim in the bowl transformed into a cloud of white smoke under the influence of his internal energy, rising into the air and instantly disappearing without a trace

The Celestial Wolf shook his head, gazing intently into the fat man's eyes, and spoke slowly and deliberately: "I am a wolf, and a wolf should gallop through the wilderness, not linger in one place for too long. My tombstone bears no name; even in death, I must die fighting in the desolate wilderness, for that is the destiny of me, the Celestial Wolf"

As the young master reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said softly: "In the past, you wore a mask, but your face was alive. Now, you have no mask, yet your face is dead! I do not wish to see you like this. After this matter concludes, return to the Central Plains with me. After all, it does not matter if the face is dead, but the heart must not die."

The stout man wore a scholar's hat, his body tightly wrapped in a blue satin outfit. As he walked, the excess flesh on his body swayed, causing the satin garment to ripple.

The light at the entrance suddenly dimmed, and a stout figure blocked most of the door, plunging the entire hall into darkness, while the aroma of meat buns wafted in.

Tianlang looked at the fat man and shook his head helplessly: "You will never forget to settle accounts, it seems this will not change in this lifetime. After this is over, Fangzi will be given to you, along with this Ping'an Inn, all yours."

The fat man picked up a jar of wine and sat down opposite Tianlang, filling the bowls in front of the two with wine. The smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes transformed from narrow slits to the size of walnuts. He carefully observed Tianlang, who was slowly eating a bun, sighed, and said: "You shouldn't speak of Ouyang that way; he is doing it for your own good"

The fat man blinked his small green bean-like eyes and smiled slightly: "This wine is excellent. Can you share the recipe with me? When I go back, I will open a wine shop and surely make a profit. As for the profit, well, https://www.hetushu.com. " The fat man took out a golden abacus from his left hand, fiddled with it a few times, and said with a smile: "I will take 30% and you will take 70%, alright"

The fat man's eyebrows twitched: "We are here to help you, without expecting anything in return, just as you helped us back in the day. I know that many things over the years have left you disheartened, but we cannot bear to see you like this now. Trust me, once this is over, come back with us. I have heard that she has been looking for you all these years."

The fat man shook his head, knowing that deep within the heart of the man opposite him lay an irreparable scar, perhaps only time could allow him to completely forget it

The index finger of Tianlang's right hand moved inadvertently as he turned his head towards the fat man and said, "Thank you, the wine is by the wall, help yourself." At the same time, he grabbed a bun, took a bite, closed his eyes, chewed carefully, and only swallowed after savoring it. He let out a long sigh and praised, "It is really delicious"

A trace of joy flashed across the fat man's face, and his slightly trembling voice revealed a sense of excitement: "Are you not staying here? Are you willing to go back?"

Tianlang remained motionless, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth: "Thank you. We will discuss future matters later mhetushu .com com"

He ceased his attempts at persuasion, tilted his head back, and poured an entire jar of wine into his large mouth with a series of "glug glug" sounds. As more and more wine filled his belly, a white mist gradually began to rise around the stout man.

The young noble moved his lips, seemingly wanting to say something more, but ultimately did not speak out. With a long sigh, he shifted his form, and the black cloak suddenly enveloped him again, as he directly vanished into the raging winds outside.

Hearing Tianlang's words, the chubby man laughed heartily: "You know that what I care about the most is eating. After so many years apart, I have been enjoying delicacies from land and sea every day, yet nothing compares to the joy of drinking and eating meat buns with you back in the day. These buns are from the most famous Li's shop in Datong City, freshly made last night. Let's eat them while they're hot"

A flicker of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the fat man, just as he was about to speak, Tianlang waved his hand to preemptively stop him: "You are all my brothers, but I am a person born under an ill omen. Women abandon me, and brothers die for me. Now that you know I am here, any future dealings with me will bring you misfortune. After this, I will wander once more. In this life, having a few friends like you who share life and death is enough!"