I’m Really Not a Big Shot - Chapter 250

[Chapter 241 Incarnation]

“Uncle Luo, I’m going to get busy first.”

Han Yiyi smiled and left with several stewards and registered disciples from the Medicine King lineage.

Luo Liang thought of something and frowned slightly.

Han Yiyi asked him in public for his opinion on the seat arrangement, which was probably intentional.

If Han Yiyi arranges a front seat for Luo Liang when the time comes, it will confirm Luo Liang’s label of “relying on connections” on Canglian Mountain.

The banquet hall where the dinner was held was a huge venue.

The hall is more than ten meters high and can easily accommodate hundreds of banquet tables without being crowded at all.

There are two waitresses serving each banquet table.

Deep in the banquet hall, there is a large semi-arc stage.

There are 5 banquet tables under the curved surface of the large curved stage, which is the core location of the venue.

A half-person-high partition made of vines separated the five banquet tables. People in the ordinary seats outside could not enter easily.

It can be called VIP area.

The five tables in the VIP area represent the banquets for Nos. 1 to 5.

Among them, Table No. 1 is in the middle and is the main table, which can be called the “C position” of the whole venue.

“Brother Luo must be in the VIP area.”

Li Yunjie said with a smile.

The five tables of guests in the VIP area are all important guests from the Yao Wang family. They either have extremely distinguished status or work closely with each other.

“I heard that at today’s dinner, there will be important figures from the King of Medicine’s lineage. But people outside the VIP area cannot get close to each other.”

While we were talking, there was a steward from Cang Lianshan in the hall who helped the three of them guide the seats.

Luo Liang saw name signs on each seat.

The names of the participants are written on it, representing the power.

Li Yunjie and Windsor were arranged at table 17, which belonged to the inner circle of the hall.

Such arrangements and treatment were beyond their expectations.

“Our position is actually so forward.”

Windsor said happily.

Based on their powerful backgrounds, they would normally be assigned to tables 890 and 90, and they would be at the bottom of the list of people participating in the Medicine King Bath.

All this is due to the high-profile invitation received by Locke Star Officer.

“Mr. Luo, your seat is at table 3.”

A middle-aged steward greeted him respectfully.

He seemed to have been told not to ask Luo Liang to show the invitation letter.

Take Luo Liang directly into the VIP area.

Luo Liang did not refuse and took a seat at table 3.

He can still accept this position. Being able to sit at table 3 represents the status of a distinguished guest of the Yaowang lineage.

Although it is not low-key, it is not too obvious and not as conspicuous as table 1.

At six o’clock in the evening, hundreds of banquet tables were seated in the banquet hall.

Luo Liang didn’t know most of the people on table No. 3.

One of the couples looked familiar. They were the disciples and grandsons of King Huang Yao. They had met each other in the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

There are more people I know at tables 1 and 2, such as Prince Zhao, Song Zechao, and the Gongsun brothers and sisters.

The five tables in the VIP area are all accompanied by the core direct descendants of Yaowang’s lineage.

At table No. 1, “Lin Donglai”, the great disciple of Medicine King, is sitting, an old man with a flower beard.

At table 2, there was Zhou Yuanhang, the Medicine King’s most valued disciple.

Zhou Yuanhang saw Luo Liang and signaled with a smile.

Between No. 2 and No. 3, there was table No. 1 in the middle. Neither of them went to the other party’s seat to chat.

Zhou Yuanhang has a high status, and in this kind of public situation, his words and deeds represent the will of the King of Medicine.

If you take the initiative to go to Luo Liang’s seat, it will be an act of self-degradation and will easily arouse suspicion.

Luo Liang simply didn’t want to attract attention.

When he participated in the Yaowang Bath, in addition to the opportunity to practice, he was mainly interested in eating, drinking and having fun. It was better to do less than to do more.

Table No. 3, where Luo Liang was sitting, was not full yet. It was unknown which disciple of the Medicine King lineage was accompanying the guest.

“Luo Liang, I have long admired your name.”

A man with a majestic body, bright eyes, and a half-smile.

“There are rumors on the mountain that you live on the top of the mountain because you are closely related to the King of Medicine.”

The majestic man paused, and the atmosphere on the table became a little tense.

“Looking at it now, it’s really a rumor! Otherwise, you should be at tables 1 and 2, and you wouldn’t condescend to sit with us at table 3.”

“Who are you?”

Luo Liang had a bad expression.

The majestic man seems to be excusing him, but in fact the description is getting darker and darker, full of yin and yang, and full of irony.

Except for the few distinguished guests at the top of the mountain, the other guests’ understanding of Luo Liang was still superficial.

Luo Liang is sitting at table 3, but some people still think that he does not live up to his name.

Moreover, Han Yiyi had deliberately asked Luo Liang about the seating arrangement at the entrance of the hall.

This aroused even more suspicion.

“My humble self, Qiu Xiong.”

Qiu Xiong’s face sank.

Luo Liang didn’t even know who he was, and it didn’t look like he was pretending.

Qiu Xiong was surprised and his face was dull.

As the son of the president of Purple Star Country, he was the center of attention wherever he went, and everyone was praising him.

At this moment, he was treated as a passerby, and if it got out, he would become a joke among the upper class.

Luo Liang really didn’t know the identity of this person. It seemed that he had met this person when he passed by the halfway point of the mountain on the first day of moving in.

“Qiu Xiong, what you said is wrong.”

Luo Liang shook his head and smiled lightly.

“How can those rumors be rumors? They are obviously the truth! I have a good relationship with the Medicine King lineage.”

Luo Liang’s words almost choked Qiu Xiong. Luo Liang

admitted the rumor.

Qiu Xiong suddenly realized that even if Luo Liang admitted it, he couldn’t do anything to the other party on Canglian Mountain.

This is the territory of the Medicine King system, and how to arrange it is the owner’s business. It is human nature to arrange the representatives of forces with closer relations in good positions.

But it is not good to do so if it is spread out, especially for the parties involved.

Luo Liang’s current attitude does not care about the opinions of outsiders or face.

I don’t have that strength, I just rely on my relationship to live on the top of the mountain and be arranged at table 3.

What can you do to me?

“Besides, who among you can participate in the Medicine King Bath and be arranged in the VIP area has a bad relationship with the Medicine King’s disciples?”

Luo Liang suddenly smiled and turned the subject back.

“Ahem…”

Upon hearing this, the guests present choked while drinking tea.

I was fooled!

Qiu Xiong’s heart was inexplicably angry, and the veins on his forehead were faintly beating.

The guests at the table laughed secretly, and they understood Qiu Xiong’s psychology.

Qiu Xiong is the son of the president of Zixing Country, and his identity is indeed precious.

Qiu Xiong did not live on the top of the mountain, and was suppressed by an unknown junior, so he must be indignant.

At this moment at the banquet, Qiu Xiong wanted to give Luo Liang a little color, let the latter lose face, and vent his dissatisfaction.

Who knows, Luo Liang doesn’t care about face at all, and doesn’t take him, the son of the president, seriously.

In fact.

Luo Liang didn’t know Qiu Xiong’s identity until now.

None of the people in the VIP area are ordinary people, and they can recognize Qiu Xiong.

Only Luo Liang doesn’t know.

Qiu Xiong can’t just introduce “My father is the president” or “My father is the director”, that will only make people laugh.

Only the second generation of the middle and lower classes, and some special ones, will do this.

Qiu Xiong felt aggrieved. Maybe Luo Liang didn’t know his identity, and with the close relationship of the Medicine King, he seemed to be unscrupulous.

“Ah! I’m late. Uncle Yin is busy refining pills and can’t spare the time. I will accompany you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Han Yiyi came over and said with a smile.

“Haha! Miss Han is

here to accompany us, we are more than happy.” “It is our honor to have the little princess of the Medicine King accompany us personally.”

The guests present expressed their welcome.

Han Yiyi is the core of the Medicine King’s lineage, with a sufficient status, and all the people present are young people, so they can speak freely at the table.

Seeing Han Yiyi sitting at the same table with him, Luo Liang was sure that this girl must have arranged it deliberately and would not have any good intentions towards him.

“Everyone here comes from different countries and planets, and may not know each other. Let Yiyi introduce them to everyone.”

Han Yiyi smiled.

“The one next to me is Ms. Lai Yunyue from Jingtian Group…”

Han Yiyi started to introduce clockwise from the left, starting with an elegant woman in a black dress.

“Jingtian Group, this is a giant group in the Free Federation mining and immigration star development.”

“It is reported that Jingtian Group has led the development of more than 10,000 immigration stars and resource stars.”

Many people at the table sighed.

Any inconspicuous person who can sit in the VIP area may represent a giant in a certain field.

Han Yiyi introduced several people in succession, and it was Qiu Xiong’s turn.

“This Mr. Qiu Xiong, I think everyone knows him. He is the son of the president of Zixing Country.”

The president’s son?

Luo Liang was also a little surprised to learn of Qiu Xiong’s identity.

Qiu Xiong smiled when he was introduced.

He glanced at Luo Liang from the corner of his eyes and saw the latter’s expression, which was slightly proud.

After a while, it was Luo Liang’s turn.

“This is my Uncle Luo. Luo Liang, from the Sky Blue Star.”

Han Yiyi’s voice was very sweet.

“Uncle Luo?”

Everyone present was shocked.

“Yiyi, why do you call him Uncle Luo?”

Ms. Lai Yunyue from Jingtian Group asked in confusion.

Han Yiyi wrinkled her nose slightly: “I don’t know the reason, Uncle Zhou told me to call him that.”

Everyone at the table was surprised and guessed Luo Liang’s origin.

Could it be that he has something to do with Zhou Yuanhang, the disciple of Medicine King?

If he is related to Han Medicine King, Han Yiyi, as a descendant of Medicine King, cannot be unaware.

Han Yiyi smiled and looked at Luo Liang again: “Anyway, I don’t know. If you are really curious, just ask him.”

Luo Liang secretly complained, it turned out that this guy was not happy with calling him uncle, and wanted to find out about his background in disguise.

Seeing everyone’s eyes on him.

Luo Liang coughed lightly and said, “The reason is very simple. Uncle Master Yiyi and I have a good chat and we are of the same generation. So, it is well deserved for Yiyi to call me ‘Uncle Luo’.”

After hearing the explanation, many guests at the table laughed, but they did not doubt it.

Because Zhou Yuanhang was sitting at Table 2 not far away, only one seat away, Luo Liang would not dare to lie under his nose.

The people at the table laughed that Han Yiyi suffered a disadvantage in terms of seniority, and Luo Liang took advantage.

Han Yiyi was also laughing, but her smile was very forced.

“Shameless! What do you mean by well deserved? You want to take advantage of my seniority.”

Han Yiyi’s lungs were about to explode, and she was so angry that her teeth itched in her heart.

He deliberately arranged Luo Liang and Qiu Xiong to sit at the same table and personally accompanied them to drink in order to embarrass Luo Liang and test his footing.

Although Luo Liang’s explanation was reasonable, there was no clue to judge his true origin.

Qiu Xiong’s mouth curled up slightly, and he saw that Han Yiyi actually didn’t get along with Luo Liang.

Luo Liang’s relationship, if it was a disciple of the Medicine King, Qiu Xiong really wouldn’t have to take it seriously.

At this time, the venue suddenly became quiet.

The Medicine King’s first disciple “Lin Donglai” at table 1 stepped onto the stage in front of him.

Lin Donglai gave a simple speech, which was nothing more than welcoming guests from all sides.

After the Medicine King’s first disciple gave his speech, the hall began to serve dishes quickly.

“Yiyi, I see there is an empty seat at table 1. Is there someone who hasn’t arrived?”

During the meal, a guest asked curiously.

There was an empty seat at table 1, and Luo Liang also noticed it.

That empty seat was right next to the Medicine King’s first disciple Lin Donglai.

Lin Yiyi hesitated and said, “I heard from my master that the master may show up at this dinner. This seat is reserved for the master.”

Master?

Han Medicine King’s seat?

The guests present reacted and were moved.

The guests who participated in the Medicine King’s bath were basically the younger generation (not excluding some elderly people), and it was enough for the Medicine King’s first disciple to come and take charge.

With Han Medicine King’s transcendent status, it is unlikely that he will show up, right?

“The banquet has already started. I don’t think Senior Medicine King will come, right?”

Qiu Xiong smacked his lips.

Lin Yiyi nodded. The possibility of the Grandmaster showing up was not high to begin with, and now that he hasn’t arrived, he probably won’t come.

Luo Liang ate the food and wine without taking it to heart.

If that Medicine King Han came in person, he would also feel pressured, so it would be best if he didn’t come.

He just had this thought.

His mind suddenly sensed it.

On the empty seat No. 1.

At some point, an old man in a green robe with white hair and a childlike face appeared, like a god.

A layer of dark green ripples flowed around the old man in the green robe, and then gathered into his body, stabilizing his flowing body.

Luo Liang’s heart jumped.

The Medicine King himself did not come, but an incarnation came.

(End of this chapter)