Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl

Chapter 1272: Chapter 1272: Not What I Imagined

Meng Yunzheng nodded with a smile, “That’s me.”

Old Master Miao sneered, sarcastically saying, “You really kept me waiting.”

“Apologies, I had some urgent matters just now that delayed me a bit. Please don’t take offense, Old Master Miao.” Meng Yunzheng gestured towards the direction of the private room, “Old Master Miao, shall we talk inside?”

Old Master Miao stood in place for quite a while before finally turning around and re-entering the private room.

The door to the private room was closed again. Meng Yunzheng leisurely poured tea for both of them, “Please, Old Master Miao.”

Old Master Miao remained motionless, leisurely leaning back in his chair, “Sir, what is your esteemed surname?”

“My surname is Meng, Meng Yunzheng.”

Meng Yunzheng? Old Master Miao found the name somewhat familiar.

After a moment, he slightly straightened up, once again scrutinizing the man opposite him, and frowned, “Meng Yunzheng, I remember the former Minister of Public Works, Gong Qiu’s…adopted son was named Meng Yunzheng.”

“That is indeed me.”

Old Master Miao was genuinely surprised this time. The incident with Gong Qiu had already happened several months ago and naturally had reached Dongan Province.

The brothel’s news was the most informed, and as the mysterious owner behind the scenes, Old Master Miao knew more about the capital’s affairs than most. Meng Yunzheng’s endurance and burden-bearing to avenge his mother was a topic everyone relished.

Previously, Old Master Miao merely heard about these things but truly respected him, even feeling a sense of shared suffering.

In his own youth, he had also endured humiliation and carried burdens intricately to avenge his sister.

But these were just stories to be heard, as the other party was too far from him, one in the capital and the other in Dongan Province, where they had no intersection.

Who knew the person would actually be in front of him today and completely different from his imagination.

He was clean, gentle, and had the vigor of youth. How old was he?

Right, seems like he was twenty-one.

Old Master Miao recalled his own youthful days, barely sixteen to eighteen, most people described him as gloomy and untouchable, exuding a melancholy aura.

He thought that someone who experienced the pain of losing a mother at ten and lived beside the enemy for over ten years would be similar to him.

However, the reality was vastly different.

Old Master Miao suddenly became a bit agitated, “What does Young Master Meng mean by sending me an invitation? I don’t recall having met Young Master Meng before.”

Meng Yunzheng was unaware of Old Master Miao’s connection with the Dongqing Temple, so even when stalling for time, he avoided the topic of Dongqing Temple and merely said, “Now we’ve met, haven’t we? In the future, there’s a possibility that we will have many encounters, Old Master Miao and I.”

Old Master Miao was a bit surprised, this Young Master Meng couldn’t possibly be unaware of his line of work.

Could it be he wanted to collaborate with him?

But he didn’t seem like someone who would want to get involved in this industry.

“Why do you say that?” Old Master Miao took a sip of tea, intrigued.

“I plan to settle down in Dongan Province in the future, and Old Master Miao has a lot of influence there. I’ll inevitably need your help in the future.”

Meng Yunzheng was humble in his approach, stalling for time as long as the other party wasn’t angered.

“The capital is under the emperor’s feet, yet Young Master Meng comes to Dongan Province instead. What are Young Master Meng’s plans for the future?”

“I’m a scholar.”

Old Master Miao snorted, “What does that have to do with me? I can’t hold a conversation with scholars. I’m just a rough person, and I assume Young Master Meng knows my line of work. Aren’t you afraid to be tainted by associating with me?”

“You’re too modest, Old Master Miao. Many scholars frequent the brothel.”

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