Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Ling Yunxiao led Chen Xiaojun and calmly dressed among the bustling business people.

This occasion brought together representatives from various chambers of commerce, auction houses and large suppliers, led by the Ning family and Jubao Pavilion. It was crowded and lively.

Ning Jiang held a fine wine glass in his hand and greeted them with a smile, "Uncle Yunxiao, Xiaojun, today is Uncle Chencong's golden birthday celebration. It is truly an unprecedented occasion."

He swirled the wine in the glass gently, looking quite pleased.

Ling Yunxiao nodded in thanks, "This is all because of everyone's giving me face. Of course, I also want to thank your Ning family for the generous gift."

"Today, many people from the Ning family came to celebrate Brother Cong's birthday. Our Chen family is truly grateful for this kindness."

As he spoke, Ling Yunxiao turned to Chen Xiaojun, pointed to a wealthy old man next to Ning Jiang, and introduced him, "Xiaojun, come and meet him. This is Mr. Zhu Baiwan, the vice-chairman of Jubao Pavilion. Mr. Baiwan, this is Mr. Xiaojun from our Chen family."

Zhu Baiwan's eyes were bright. He looked at Chen Xiaojun and said with emotion, "Heroes have always emerged from youth. Seeing Master Xiaojun, I feel a lot of emotions."

Chen Xiaojun bowed modestly, "Greetings, Mr. Baiwan. I am still young and inexperienced. If there is anything I don't understand, I hope you can enlighten me."

Zhu Baiwan waved his hand and smiled, "Master Xiaojun is too modest. I heard that the plan for the medicinal materials market came from you. Your talent is far beyond my reach."

"That was just my momentary inspiration," Chen Xiaojun responded modestly, "Mr. Baiwan's innovation and achievements in business are what I should learn from. In front of him, I am just showing off my skills."

Zhu Baiwan said sternly, "Master Xiaojun's plan is a groundbreaking move. How can it be compared to my petty tricks?"

"However, there is one thing I don't understand, and I hope Master Xiaojun can help me clear it up."

"Please speak, sir." Chen Xiaojun listened attentively.

Zhu Baiwan slowly said, "Master Xiaojun's plan can indeed turn the medicinal materials business into a big business, but will it cause losses to people like us?"

As soon as this question came out, the atmosphere around them suddenly became solemn. It was embarrassing to be so straightforward at the banquet.

Ning Jiang also stopped shaking his wine glass and watched the scene with great interest, without any intention of coming forward to smooth things over.

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly and answered confidently: "Mr. Baiwan means that the medicinal material market will concentrate everyone's medicinal material business, which may cause fluctuations in medicinal material prices and make it difficult to control pricing power."

"It is indeed possible, but please rest assured, sir. My Chen family only provides a trading venue. Although we have some of our own miscellaneous products to sell, we will not participate in market competition on a large scale."

"Also, although the medicinal materials market may lead to price declines, it will also stimulate the emergence of bulk transactions, with small profits and quick turnover, and everyone's overall profits will still increase."

"Furthermore, as long as the medicinal materials market achieves success, its reputation and influence will surely attract more customers, create a bigger pie, and earn money from all over the mainland. The prospects at that time will not be comparable to the small loss of price and profit in the initial stage."

As soon as Chen Xiaojun finished speaking, warm applause broke out all around.

Zhu Baiwan also said sincerely: "I admire you!"

Chen Xiaojun opened the speech with a gentle smile and a sincere expression. He bowed to Zhu Baiwan and said, "Mr. Baiwan, you are too kind. Senior, I am here and I have a humble request."

"The medicinal materials market is planning to set up a professional auction house that specializes in medicinal materials and medicine-related fields. I wonder if Mr. Baiwan is interested in joining in the fun?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Baiwan's eyes sparkled with a gleam of light, and he responded with a smile: "Master Xiaojun has such a good intention, how can I, Zhu Baiwan, not be interested? Are you planning to hand over this auction house to Jubao Pavilion to manage?"

Chen Xiaojun nodded and said affirmatively: "Of course, Jubao Pavilion is the leader in the auction industry. It would be a great honor for us to have your pavilion at the helm."

"However, this matter is of great importance. I would like to take this opportunity to open the door and sincerely invite all the seniors present to join us in this righteous cause and share the glory. What do you think, Mr. Baiwan and the seniors?"

Ning Jiang took the lead in expressing his opinion, his voice was loud and clear: "The Ning family will give their full support, we will be part of this matter!"

After he finished speaking, everyone in the room echoed, “I'd love to,” “Of course I would,” and “Count me in, too.” The atmosphere suddenly became extremely warm.

Chen Xiaojun moved among the crowd with ease and confidence, without any sign of stage fright, and his every move showed his demeanor as a gentleman.

He has an upright posture, handsome face, and extraordinary temperament. If one does not mention his age, his youthful spirit is enough to make people mistake him for a 15 or 16-year-old elegant young man, a soaring dragon.

After a lively exchange, Ling Yunxiao appeared at the right time, patted Chen Xiaojun gently on the shoulder, and motioned for him to leave with him.

The two walked out of the hustle and bustle, and Ling Yunxiao whispered, "Xiaojun, what do you think of Zhu Baiwan?"

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes: "Mr. Baiwan is really a master. I am really too young. His action is tantamount to setting a stage for me to perform. I will remember this kindness in my heart."

Ling Yunxiao heard this and raised the corner of his mouth: "Haha, good!"

At this moment, a man hurried over to Ling Yunxiao and called out respectfully, "Seventh Uncle!"

Ling Yunxiao looked at Ling Changchuan with a gentle and complicated gaze, then turned to Chen Xiaojun and said, "Xiaojun, please go somewhere else first. I have some private matters to discuss with this old friend."

Chen Xiaojun bowed slightly and left, leaving the space to the uncle and nephew.

Ling Yunxiao led the guests into a quiet corner of the banquet.

Ling Changchuan took a step forward involuntarily, and asked softly and earnestly: "Seventh Uncle, are you really not going back to the Ling family?"

Ling Yunxiao turned his back to the sun, his figure stretched out and looked lonely. He replied calmly, "What are you going to do back? Watch those endless quarrels and struggles for power?"

After hearing this, Ling Changchuan's face flashed with embarrassment, but he quickly adjusted his mood and continued: "Seventh Uncle, now that the family has settled down and the new family policy has been established, it is time to need the guidance of a wise man like you."

Ling Yunxiao turned around, his eyes deep and complicated, he shook his head slowly: "That's why I can't go back. After all, my father and I have different views from most of the elders."

"I was born in the Ling family when I was young, and grew up in the Chen family. When I was middle-aged, I also spent several tedious years in the Ling family with my wife."

Finally, Ling Yunxiao pointed at the silver frost on his temples and sighed, "I'm tired, so I won't go back. Let the troubles of the past go with the wind."

"Besides, a century of changes is coming, and the Chen family is a place of great prosperity. With me here, I can at least serve as a liaison between the two families."

Ling Changchuan did not give up. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, my younger brother (Ling Xinghe) has awakened the Wind and Cloud Fan. He is the blood of our Ling family. Uncle Qi, you also hope that he can recognize his ancestors and return to his roots, right?"

Ling Yunxiao was silent for a moment, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He seemed to be struggling fiercely in his heart, and finally sighed softly: "Let me think about it, Changchuan."