Chapter 142 Focus!

hearing this, Wu Kerui finally put his mind at ease and a look of extreme joy appeared on his face. For Xu Mingzhi, who was notoriously promiscuous, signing a deal worth hundreds of thousands for Zhan...Chapter 142 - The Focus!

"What tricks can I play Old Su, you really shouldn't talk like that. We've been friends for so long; this isn't very considerate of you." Han Baoguo said with a smile, "I just want a young man to keep me company while I drink some wine. What's wrong with that"

"Han, take a look around our table. All these are old comrades from back then. Is it really appropriate for you to call in a young man" Another person spoke up; he was Li YePing, the former Commander of Ningxia Military Region.

Li YePing was also one of the founding figures of the People's Republic of China and belonged to the second generation of Chinese military officers. He had been a feared figure during his time, and even though he was now close to ninety years old and retired at home, his influence in the army remained considerable—especially within Ningxia Military Region and throughout Southwest China, where Li YePing still held great respect. Of course, this old man neither harbored any enmity with Su's faction nor had ambitions of dominating all of Southwest China. On the surface, he got along well with Su Fuhua, but in reality, their relationship was distant, and he didn't belong to any particular faction.

What Li YePing said made perfect sense: every single one of the eight elders at this table was a legendary figure whose name would cause tremors across all of China.

The senior among these seniors were founding generals. At present, they wanted nothing more than to reminisce about old times, but Han Baoguo insisted on calling in a young man to drink with him. This made the elders present feel somewhat uncomfortable, though some who had close relationships with Han Baoguo merely smiled and remained silent.

Su Fuhua felt a bit uneasy; as the host of this banquet celebrating his birthday, he hadn't invited any outstanding members of the Su family, while Han Baoguo openly promoted younger generations, clearly taking over the main focus. This was indeed annoying to him.

"It's fine. We're all old men at this table; it wouldn't be bad to have some fresh blood here and there. Besides, I'm also curious about who exactly is so good that Old Han, known for his discerning eye, wants to introduce." Another elder smiled and spoke.

"Alright then, let's go with what old Han suggests," Su Fuhua said with a forced laugh as he sipped some tea.

Hearing this, Han Baoguo merely smiled and was unconcerned. He simply gestured to his son, Han Desu.

Understanding the gesture, Han Desu quickly stood up and walked over to Wang Zheng's side. Although he held the position of Commander of the Capital Military Region at such a young age, he never dared to neglect his father’s requests.

At this moment, Wang Zheng was chatting idly with Zhang Mingqi and the other people at their table. There were quite a few young talents from Beijing seated there, with names that carried significant weight, forming a stark contrast to the elderly predecessors sitting around them.

Su Tianran, Su Tianming, Chu Zhaonan, Song Ziyè, and Shangguan Yunxiao were all smiling as they chatted. As the two most outstanding young men of the Su family, Su Tianran and Su Tianming had a duty to maintain the family's social standing. Due to Mr. Chu's poor health, Chu Zhaonan was there on his grandfather’s behalf to pay respects to Su Fuhua, while Song Ziyè was the eldest daughter of Song Mingwei (the head of the Song family) and sister to Song Haisi. She was efficient and quite beautiful, once known as a beauty in Beijing, yet for some reason, despite being over thirty years old, she had not married or found a husband. People behind her back gossiped endlessly, but she paid no mind to it, still focused on her career without distraction. Many were sighing at how such an excellent woman was wasting her looks and figure by remaining unmarried.

Shangguan Yunxiao represented the Shangguan family’s senior grandson. This man always wore a warm smile that made people feel at ease, but Wang Zheng knew better than to judge him solely on his appearance; Shangguan Yunxiao was definitely someone who needed to be closely watched.

With Wang Zheng's discerning eye, he could read many people in an instant, yet this man with top-notch family background and a low-key demeanor eluded him completely. Wang Zheng once said that if being low-key were an illness, Shangguan Yunxiao would be terminally ill.

Although these young people shone in their peer group, when General Han Tuosu of the Beijing Military Region stood next to them, even those who usually looked down on others dared not remain seated and showed respect by standing up.

There was no way around it; Uncle Tiger (Han Tuosu) was indeed their senior, and proper respect had to be shown.

Han Tuosu gestured for everyone to stay seated as he walked straight over to Wang Zheng’s side.

As a half-host, Su Tianran immediately stood up and walked beside Han Tuosu: "Uncle Han, why have you come Why don’t you sit down and have some drinks too It would also be great if you could teach us youngsters something."

Han Tuosu’s gaze passed over Beijing's number one young master Su Tianran and landed on Wang Zheng: “No need. My father just asked me to invite Wang Zheng to join their table for a meal.”

"To go there" Wang Zheng was slightly surprised; he knew the weight of that table well, even if he were the Eastern Demon King or captain of Longlin, sitting at that table would be out of his reach!

Han Tuosu’s words stunned everyone present. These young people were no ordinary individuals and had been exposed to a level of society most commoners could never imagine from childhood; they were not mere drunkards or foodies who only knew how to eat, drink, and play. They understood very well the true significance of those elderly men to China—whenever any of them passed away, half-mast flags would be flown across the country, and all national leaders would attend their funeral services.

It was precisely because they knew these things that Wang Zheng's unconventional remarks shocked them!

Just who exactly was Wang Zheng The young master of the Wang family in Philadelphia A retired logistics veteran Or perhaps the super bodyguard for Shang Guan Shishi Even if one were to add up all those titles and include his position as a senior vice president at Jirong International, it still wouldn't be enough to qualify him for a seat at that table.

Even Han Tusu, the youngest major general in all of Huaxia with responsibilities for maintaining stability in the capital, didn't have the qualifications to sit at that table!

Su Tianran, Chu Zhaonan, and others understood very well: The distance between one table and another was merely a dozen meters or so, but this short span could be an insurmountable gap for them no matter how hard they tried throughout their lives.

Only those at the highest levels within the system truly knew that what separated these two tables wasn't just a chasm or a gulf—it was much deeper than that.

The elders sitting around one table weren't merely old acquaintances; even the current national leaders would likely have to regard them as juniors and be extremely anxious, feeling out of place beside them.

In Huaxia, there existed a unique circle where simply having money or power—or even holding an official position—wasn’t enough for entry. There were many such circles in Huaxia, their intricacies self-evident.

Thus, Su Tianran's expression subtly changed, as did Su Tianming’s. Even Zhang Mingqi, who had been by Wang Zheng’s side the entire time, was stunned by this sudden event. Chu Zhaonan and Song Ziyue wore bitter smiles. On the table, only Shang Guan Yunxiao continued to sip tea with a faint smile on his face; other than that, it was just... okay, still a smile.

However, these young people at this table were unaware that as they looked longingly toward the other table, there were many others eyeing their positions covetously.

This was society: Everyone struggled to climb higher, driven by an insatiable desire for power and the thrill of wielding it.

"Yes, less talk. Follow me," Han Tusu's face darkened, his expression stern, with a hint of impatience between his brows.

"Oh, okay." Wang Zheng hurriedly stood up and followed Han Tuosu. However, no one noticed the slightly impatient look in Han Tuosu's eyes, which hid a playful smile that nobody could detect.

Han Tuosu was of high status and had a loud voice; when he stood up, many people directed their gaze toward this commander-in-chief of the capital military region. When Han Tuosu shouted for Wang Zheng to eat at another table, everyone truly became shocked; this shock was similar to that felt by Su Tianran and others, with nearly half of the hall's eyes turning towards Wang Zheng.

"Who is he So unfamiliar, I've never seen him before."

"He seems to be the boyfriend of Zhang Mingqi from Blue Sea Group. They look quite close. No way, such a sexy woman as Zhang Mingqi actually has someone"

"All the good stuff's been taken by pigs! Women like Zhang Mingqi..."

"Being able to sit at the same table with Su Tianran and others must mean he isn't some ordinary person either. Maybe he's a super-rich young master from one of those prominent families."

"Even if his background is extraordinary, it still doesn’t justify him sitting at that table. What kind of status does it take to achieve such a position"

Almost everyone’s eyes were focused on Wang Zheng; these people deeply influenced by the system knew very well that for them, the elders who laughed and talked merrily at that table were godlike figures out of reach. Even getting a chance to speak with one of these people would be an immense honor for them, something worth boasting about all their lives.

The gazes concentrated on Wang Zheng were filled with suspicion, confusion, excitement, but most of all envy, openly and shamelessly jealous envy.

And the elders at that table, whose status could not be described as merely prominent anymore, also turned to look at Wang Zheng; some eyes carried an intent to scrutinize, others admiration, still others wariness or disdain.

Wang Zheng smiled and met these gazes from front and back, feeling the various emotions in the hall as he slowly approached that supposedly sacred table. He looked deeply at the aged figure, neither servile nor arrogant, holding his head high.on and probably used some sweet talking and persistence to bring the two elders here.The reason why Han Tuosu told this news to Han Xingye was because he really had concerns about Wang Zheng. Although...