Fang Yi's arrival made Sun Jiancheng and Sun Zhihong involuntarily look over. They didn't know who Fang Yi was, only feeling peeved by his disdainful remarks.
Sun Zhihong sneered, "Who do you think you are? Are the seven young masters something you can casually claim?" Even for him, meeting any of the seven was a difficult task, let alone this nobody before them.
Yes, Sun Zhihong regarded Fang Yi as a nobody, not knowing that this so-called nobody had once competed with four of the young masters in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, thoroughly crushing them.
Fang Yi had come to the second floor hall when he overheard the uncle and nephew's conversation with Ying Zheng. He initially thought the Chamber of Commerce demanding money was not a big deal, as long as it wasn't excessive; parting with some cash to get rid of them seemed appropriate.
