Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"Song Yun was the young man who was whipped by Elder Wei yesterday?"

"My God! Surviving Elder Wei and stepping down alive was already impressive, but to think he could get out of bed and walk the very next day!"

"Are all young people nowadays so fierce? I heard that Song Yun is related to the Bai Family, how could he have received such severe punishment?"

"You don't understand, do you? The Bai Family is making an example out of him, intimidating those who've been scheming behind the scenes!"

Everyone present was buzzing with discussion, surprised at the news of Song Yun's personal appearance. They were both astonished by his recovery ability and speculating whether Elder Wei's strength had waned!

"Han, is this the bastard who almost cost you the heir position?"

Wu Batian lit a cigarette and disdainfully looked at Song Yun as he asked.

Nangong Han's current look was filled with conflict; he was afraid that another confrontation with Song Yun could lead to his family revoking his status as heir, but he was also still bothered about the matters in Magic Capital.

Seeing that Nangong Han remained silent, Wu Batian stood up, intending to help his good brother regain some face.

"So, Song Yun, isn't it? You leave Magic Capital and come to our Forty-nine City to throw your weight around, what's the meaning of this?"

The moment Wu Batian uttered these words, the atmosphere quieted down. Everyone looked at him in disbelief, wondering if this simpleton hadn't heard that Song Yun was here to pay his respects?

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You act so recklessly in the Ouyang Family's home, not taking the Ouyang Family seriously, do you really think there won't be a reckoning come autumn?

Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned towards Elder Ouyang Shu, and sure enough, the elder's complexion looked a bit unsightly. If not for the sake of Wu Batian's deceased grandfather, security would have already thrown him out!

"Who are you?"

Song Yun slightly furrowed his brow, feeling somewhat puzzled. He hadn't made any enemies in Forty-nine City, so where did this young man come from?

And don't you know that challenging the Ouyang Family's face on the spot is a very dangerous thing to do?

The courage of the young people these days is truly something!

"I've always held my head high with my given name, and my deeds reflect the same name, the Little Overlord of Forty-nine City, Wu Batian!"

Wu Batian felt no shame about the title of Little Overlord; on the contrary, he was quite proud, as if all the things he had done were matters of pride! Experience tales at empire

"Never heard of it. Do we have some sort of conflict?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Batian patted Nangong Han, who was sitting on the chair, and said, "You've offended my brother, so I have to trouble you! However, out of respect for Elder Ouyang's presence today, apologize to my brother with a toast, and I'll let you off the hook!"

His words were outrageously arrogant. Nangong Han's face turned pale with fright, cursing inwardly: Dammit, it's not enough that you cause trouble yourself, now you want to drag me into it! What if Elder Ouyang gets a bad impression of me!

"Nangong Han, ah!"

Song Yun suddenly understood and said with a smirk, "Your little brother has stood up for you, it wouldn't be right for you to keep hiding, would it?"

Nangong Han was like being roasted over a fire, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

"Han, what are you afraid of him for! This is our home turf. If he doesn't apologize to you today, just wait and see how I'll deal with him later...."

"Batian!"

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Hu Shengpeng hurriedly stepped forward to mediate, saying, "Today is the Ouyang patriarch's birthday banquet, what are you thinking of doing! Sit down and shut your mouth right now!"

Wu Batian, this bastard, was so irritating outside that it made people grit their teeth, but there was one thing still commendable about him, which was his extreme emphasis on brotherhood. Therefore, as the big brother, when Hu Shengpeng spoke up, he could only sit down resentfully and drink sullenly by himself.

"My brother is still young and doesn't understand things. I'll have him toast to you in a bit!"

Hu Shengpeng said with a smile, "Mr. Song, please go ahead and present your gift, don't keep the Ouyang patriarch waiting!"

Song Yun did not take this minor incident to heart. Holding a scroll in his hand, he walked up to the Ouyang patriarch and said, "You lack nothing, so I wasn't sure what to give. I wrote a few characters as a gift to you, hoping you would like them!"

The Ouyang patriarch's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Song Yun's calligraphic achievements now far surpassed those of ancient calligraphers, and he was somewhat curious about what Song Yun had written!

Below the stage, the crowd unaware of Song Yun's identity, seemed to think that Song Yun was rather presumptuous, "Although you are the richest man in Magic Capital and filthy rich, what historical value could your writing possibly have? Could it even compare to the pair of calligraphy papers Master Sheng Peng presented?"

"Some people are just too full of themselves, taking any random writing as a celebratory gift, it's laughable!"

Wu Batian said with a sneer.

The Ouyang patriarch's brow furrowed. No matter what, his relationship with Song Yun was closer than that of most people present, not to mention that Wu Batian, this young rascal, was a bit too aggressive!

Could it be that he intended to cause trouble at his own birthday banquet?!!!

"Ba Tian, shut up!"

Hu Shengpeng, upon seeing the displeasure at the bottom of the Ouyang patriarch's eyes, quickly chastised.

Even though he too had underestimated Song Yun slightly, the necessary pleasantries still had to be observed.

As the crowd's curiosity piqued, the Ouyang patriarch slowly unraveled the scroll, revealing four characters on each side: "Lao Ji Fu Li," meaning "an old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand li."

These eight characters were written with a soaring grandeur that struck onlookers as extraordinary at first glance.

And these eight characters also fit the Ouyang patriarch's current state very well. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them.

The Ouyang patriarch then stood up, holding the scroll in front of everyone with a smile, "I like this scroll very much!"

With a brief and concise expression, without any polite pretense, one could see the excitement in the Ouyang patriarch's mood at the moment.

The onlookers crowded forward to take a closer look. Even those who knew nothing about calligraphy felt a sense of resilience emanating from it upon first glance, recognizing it as an undeniably timeless masterpiece.

"I feel that the writing is just so-so, I could surpass it with a casual attempt," said Wu Batian with an eye roll. In his eyes, anything related to Song Yun was not worth mentioning; he was determined to confront this man today.

But Hu Shengpeng did not share this view because his grandfather was fond of calligraphy, and he had learned quite a bit himself through constant exposure. After seeing it today, he was shocked to discover that Song Yun's level of calligraphy had surpassed that of the four great ancient calligraphers!

You should know that modern calligraphy was all about imitating the fonts of those four masters, yet it seemed that Song Yun had created a style of his own, which was indeed surprising!

"This font, why does it look so familiar..." muttered someone in the crowd who was fascinated by calligraphy while stroking his chin in deep thought. Finally, hitting upon the answer, he exclaimed, "I've got it! I've got it! The timeless masterpiece recently collected by the National Museum was written in this very font!"