"Chen...Senior Chen."
The Qi Family Patriarch, holding a wine cup, stood at Chen Qiu's table, looking respectfully at Chen Qiu with a slightly trembling voice:"I never thought I'd have the fate to toast to a great figure like you. I don't really know what to say, so I'll drink it all. Wishing you fortune as vast as the East Sea, Senior!"
With that said, he drank it all in one go.
Jiang Buping, sitting nearby, rolled his eyes somewhat cheekily:"Shall we add 'Longevity' as well?"
"No problem."
Chen Qiu smiled lightly, not caring much, and also raised his wine cup in a distant toast. He became a powerful figure before realizing it, yet it felt like the days of cutting wood in "Fufeng City" hadn't been that long ago.
Time passes quickly.
And following that—
