Chapter 123: The Spiritual Water Supplier

Chen Xian and Zhang Xin also looked toward the restaurant entrance with curiosity.

An elderly man wearing a black, button-front kung fu jacket and sunglasses, accompanied by an imposing middle-aged man in a suit, walked into the Western restaurant followed by several sharp-eyed, burly bodyguards.

"Boss Zhou, the steaks and red wine at this restaurant are quite unique. Let's dine here tonight," Mo Baishan said with a smile to the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man was one of Mo Baishan's key clients.

"Haha, I shall leave all arrangements to you, Mr. Mo," Boss Zhou replied with a laugh. "By the way, isn't tomorrow the day the new batch of Spirit Water is released? You must help me secure two bottles. My little mistress has been coveting this water endlessly. I even promised her when I left that I would absolutely get her two bottles."

"Consider it done. It just so happens I am quite familiar with the owner of the Spirit Water, and he promised to supply me with a bit more tomorrow," Mo Baishan said.

Upon hearing this, Boss Zhou’s expression turned serious, and he sighed, "Mr. Mo, you are truly incredible to be in direct contact with the owner of Spirit Water!"

"It was just a stroke of luck that I met Mr. Chen," Mo Baishan replied.

The two continued to chat back and forth as they entered the restaurant.

"Mr. Mo, welcome back to my restaurant. Your arrival truly brings splendor to this place. The best private room has already been prepared for you!" the restaurant owner rushed out to greet them, his face filled with sycophantic smiles.

Mo Baishan was once the richest man in H City and a legendary business tycoon; naturally, the owner had to receive him personally.

"Thank you, Boss Hua," Mo Baishan said.

"It is my pleasure!" Boss Hua replied, hurriedly leading the way.

At this moment, many diners stepped forward to greet him, "Greetings, Mr. Mo!"

Mo Baishan merely waved his hand, responding casually. Although these people recognized him, he had no impression of them.

"Hello, Mr. Mo. I am He Gengsheng’s son from He Manufacturing. I never expected to run into you here; what an honor," Lan Mei’er and her boyfriend had appeared in front of Mo Baishan. He Changpeng greeted him with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mo Baishan simply nodded perfunctorily and said coldly, "Hello."

He then continued walking straight ahead with Boss Zhou.

Having received a response from the esteemed Mr. Mo, both He Changpeng and Lan Mei’er felt a sense of immense pride. Being able to strike up a conversation with the former richest man was a huge boost to their status.

They looked toward Chen Xian and Zhang Xin, who were sitting nearby, with arrogant expressions. The message in their eyes was clear: We have connections with Mr. Mo, do you?

Chen Xian and Zhang Xin ignored them.

Mo Baishan, who had been heading straight for the private room upstairs, suddenly stopped halfway and said to the middle-aged man beside him, "Boss Zhou, what a coincidence—the owner of the Spirit Water is actually here today."

"What?" Boss Zhou exclaimed in excitement. "Then... please, Mr. Mo, introduce me. I am truly curious about the person who developed such Spirit Water."

Mo Baishan nodded and turned to walk toward where Chen Xian and Zhang Xin were seated.

Mo Baishan and Boss Zhou’s conversation had been clearly audible to everyone around, including He Changpeng and Lan Mei’er, and the crowd was filled with curiosity.

"I didn't expect the owner of the Spirit Water to be here. I wonder who it is?"

"To develop such mysterious water, the owner must be a mysterious figure indeed."

The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed on Mo Baishan, eager to see who this legendary figure could be.

The scene that followed left everyone’s eyes wide with shock.

They watched as Mo Baishan and Boss Zhou approached the table where the "pretty boy" Chen Xian and the campus belle Zhang Xin were sitting.

"Mr. Chen, what a coincidence. We just spoke on the phone this morning, and here we are meeting unexpectedly tonight," Mo Baishan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Chen Xian also smiled slightly. "Haha, Mr. Mo, you’re right, it really is quite a coincidence."

"By the way, Mr. Chen, allow me to introduce my business partner, Zhou Wentian," Mo Baishan said, gesturing to the middle-aged man beside him. "He has been very envious of you, Mr. Chen!"

"Hello, Mr. Chen. I am truly honored to finally meet the owner of the Spirit Water today!" Zhou Wentian immediately extended his hand, looking quite thrilled.

Chen Xian smiled faintly and shook his hand. "I am also honored to meet you, Boss Zhou."

As Mo Baishan and Chen Xian exchanged pleasantries, the diners in the restaurant stared in utter shock, blinking in disbelief at Chen Xian and Mo Baishan.

Damn, this young man with the buzz cut who was just mocked as a "pretty boy" was actually a hidden big boss—the famous owner of the Spirit Water!

Even Mo Baishan, the former richest man in H City, was so respectful toward him.

It seemed that everything Lan Mei’er had said earlier was pure nonsense, nothing but slander against Mr. Chen!

Swish, swish, swish!

As the crowd regained their senses, they began to look at Lan Mei’er and He Changpeng as if they were monkeys, whispering and pointing at them.

"That woman was truly excessive earlier, saying such things about Mr. Chen!"

"Indeed, what Lan Mei’er and He Changpeng said was stinkier than a fart."

"I think Lan Mei’er and He Changpeng should apologize to Mr. Chen and that lady who is as beautiful as a celestial being!"

At this point, Lan Mei’er and He Changpeng were frozen in shock.

Lan Mei’er’s expression was the most exaggerated; her already large eyes were wide open, and her mouth was agape in an "O" shape, as if it could fit an egg.

She never dreamed that her own classmate, the poor and pathetic Chen Xian, was the man behind the "Spirit Water."

This was simply a fantasy!

No, there must be a mistake; this must be fake. If Chen Xian were the owner of the Spirit Water, then she would be the President of the Hualong Federation.

Recovering from her shock, Lan Mei’er foolishly approached Mo Baishan and said, "Mr. Mo, you must have been deceived. This Chen Xian is my classmate, and I know him. Chen Xian is a pauper who lives in public housing. How could such a low-class person be the owner of the famous Spirit Water? You must not believe him; be careful not to get scammed!"

He Changpeng also stepped forward and added, "Mr. Mo, Lan Mei’er is definitely right."

Chen Xian looked at Lan Mei’er and He Changpeng with the expression one might reserve for idiots. These two were truly a match made in heaven—lacking common sense.

Mo Baishan’s expression darkened with displeasure, and he barked, "Someone, slap them!"

*Smack! Smack!*

As soon as the words left his lips, two crisp sounds echoed through the room.

Mo Baishan’s two bodyguards stepped forward without hesitation and delivered heavy slaps to Lan Mei’er and He Changpeng, knocking them both to the floor.

"Mr. Mo, why... why did you hit us?" He Changpeng asked, clutching his red, swollen cheek.

Lan Mei’er was completely stunned, tears streaming down her face. As a young heiress, she had never been slapped in her life.

Mo Baishan said coldly, "You have a lot of nerve to insult Mr. Chen. He Manufacturing, is it? My Baishan Group is terminating all cooperation with you effective immediately. Furthermore, my lawyers will send you a letter tomorrow. Just wait to be sued!"