Chapter 1287 - 1287: The Master of Mischief

After rejecting Wang Lubo's proposal, Xiao Feng reminded him not to act recklessly before hanging up the phone.

To be honest, the things Wang Lubo said on the phone made Xiao Feng quite content.

The feeling was probably akin to seeing a child one has worried about finally grow up... Ahem.

Xiao Feng wouldn't think he could have such a chubby child, but no matter what, at least his previous help to Bozai wasn't in vain.

"Do you think Bai Huanyu will send the invitation to us?" Du Qingyue asked.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment and replied, "It should be sent over the day before the ceremony, and it should be the same for the Du Family.

Should I publicly express my attitude?"

"We're juniors after all, it's inappropriate for us to make a statement; let my grandfather do it." Du Qingyue said this.

As soon as the words left her lips, the phone rang.

Du Qingyue looked over, saw the screen marked as Third Aunt, and said, "Probably calling to inform someone received Bai Huanyu's invitations."

Xiao Feng was about to nod when another call came in, this time it was Chang Wenhua.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly, distancing themselves with tacit understanding.

Next, they would definitely have to deal with a long series of phone "bombardments."

One of the irritating aspects of social etiquette lies here.

No matter what mindset people harbor in private, they show "kind intentions" on the surface, making it hard to lose one's temper.

After taking six or seven calls in a row, Xiao Feng felt the collapse Pei Dengke experienced just days ago in Kyoto.

Repeating the same words over and over is truly torturous.

After some thought, Xiao Feng decided to compose an automatic reply text after rejecting calls.

The content roughly conveyed awareness of Bai Huanyu's business, thanks for informing, and if there was nothing urgent, not to call again.

This way, he felt much more relaxed.

Just as he was about to send the text template to Du Qingyue, Du Linlang's name appeared on the screen.

Upon answering, he heard Du Linlang's teasing voice saying, "If you don't return to Jiangcheng soon, you might gain another grandfather."

"I already know about Bai Huanyu's business, no need to gloat; we're of the same generation, you call Du Zhixiang Second Uncle, rationally, you're still two generations below Bai Huanyu."

"How can you take genuine advice as gloating?" Du Linlang said in an aggrieved tone, "In your eyes, am I really such a person?"

Xiao Feng, unfazed, changed the subject, "When are you and Gao Panpan getting married? I'm waiting to drink your wedding wine."

"Soon, we'll definitely notify you first thing."

It was clear that when saying this, Du Linlang was biting her teeth.

After a few more casual exchanges, the call ended.

Xiao Feng sent the edited text to Du Qingyue on WeChat, explaining its use, allowing them to temporarily break free.

Of course, Pei Dengke must have thought of a similar solution when receiving phone bombardments; it's just that the Kyoto circle is full of hidden talents, and everyone has a couple of tricks up their sleeve.

He wouldn't dare use such a perfunctory method because he might offend someone.

"Let's go inside and ask Old Ha about the current situation with the Bai Family," Xiao Feng suggested.

Du Qingyue naturally had no objection and followed him into the house.

Usually, for hosting banquets, beverages, dishes, and condiments are prepared.

The Bai Family, being wealthy, mostly outsources events, entrusting them to companies specializing in such banquets, along with hiring several renowned chefs.

What Xiao Feng needed to do was find out the origin of these beverages and dishes, then make some adjustments.

"Boss, I'll try to find out, waiting for your reply," Old Ha weakly replied through the phone.

Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Seems like you're living pretty well at the Bai Family; it's only been one night and your confidence has dwindled."

As he finished speaking, he noticed Du Qingyue's face beside him looked slightly displeased.

Xiao Feng then realized Old Ha's current identity was Du Zhixiang.

If Old Ha was reveling in the Bai Family, Du Zhixiang probably couldn't be much different ordinarily.

Realizing this, Xiao Feng put aside his joking attitude, coughed two times, and said, "Old Ha, can you handle it?

If not, should I send you a couple of Original Heart Pills?"

"Uh… That would be wonderful." Old Ha agreed and lamented, "Boss, these days are truly unbearable, the boss's wife's father is really something!"

Du Qingyue's face appeared even more displeased but remained silent.

Until evening, Old Ha brought back news.

According to the information provided by Old Ha, Bai Huanyu highly values this banquet, seemingly alerted to Xiao Feng's disorderly conduct.

The procurement work was entrusted entirely to trusted insiders.

The kitchen was equipped with over a dozen cameras, filming seamlessly with no blind spots to prevent tampering.

Additionally, over ten people were assigned to monitor to ensure no errors in the food and beverage.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng was unsurprised.

Of course, he didn't find it particularly troublesome either.

There are numerous ways to cause chaos; for instance, in West Rat Village, the blow Dadao's Grandson provided emitted a stench.

All it required was a puff, assuring the Bai Family banquet couldn't proceed.

Yet, Xiao Feng felt it was too easy on those attending the banquet.

This was obvious; supporting Bai Huanyu essentially slapped the faces of the Du Family and Xiao Feng.

Thus, politeness was unnecessary; making those attending the banquet look ridiculous was the true justice.

As he thought about it, he heard Old Ha's faint voice, "Boss, it's getting dark."

"Hmm?" Xiao Feng queried, confused, "What do you mean?"

"It's not a big deal, but could someone deliver the Original Heart Pill?" Old Ha asked, teary-voiced, "At my age, if I don't take some medicine, surely the act will be exposed."

Xiao Feng felt a headache but agreed to Old Ha's request, sending the nimble Hui Wu to deliver the medicine to Old Ha at the Bai Family.

After these tasks, Xiao Feng gathered Du Qingyue and the rest to strategize how to turn Bai Huanyu's banquet into a complete joke.

"Causing chaos? That's what I'm best at!"

The little girl proudly said, her tone dripping with arrogance: "Besides the mood management pills Xiao Feng suggested, we can utilize other things too.

For instance, the sound equipment, when playing music, sneak in some inappropriate songs.

Moreover, the chairs and stools, once sat on, cause people to plop to the ground…"

Listening to the little girl listing examples, Xiao Feng and others were left dumbfounded.

What does it mean to be professional?

In this realm of causing chaos, the little girl is definitely an expert!