The Interdimensional Reseller – CH136

Chapter 136: Banquet at Zhaomen

“Just Beauty Elixirs?” Zhuang Zhiming asked with a mocking tone, a hint of malice in his eyes.

Suddenly Illya cheerfully said, “There’s also a Virility Elixir. Want one? One million per elixir.”

Zhuang Feixue looked helplessly at Illya and said, “Don’t talk nonsense.” It was bad enough that he was promoting them on set, but now he was trying to sell one to Zhuang Zhiming?

Illya puffed out his cheeks in protest, “He looks weak, he could use it!”

Previously, it was Zhuang Feixue who told him: to sell Virility Elixirs, find rich men who look a bit frail.

A man—rich—and looks weak. This guy hit all three criteria!

Zhuang Zhiming’s face turned red, and he snapped angrily, “What nonsense are you spouting? Who’s weak?”

Illya frowned, “You are! Your energy is very low. If this goes on, you won’t even last till forty. Wait, not even thirty!”

Zhuang Feixue and Zhuang Cheng burst out laughing, with Zhuang Cheng looking at Illya with new admiration.

The old man furrowed his brows and looked darkly at Illya.

Zhuang Ming stared blankly at Illya, suspecting that this guy had been deliberately sent by Chu Feng to stir up trouble. “You…”

Chu Feng sighed and said, “Sorry, Illya’s a foreigner. He doesn’t really understand how we talk here—he’s just very blunt.”

Zhuang Feixue sighed inwardly, thinking: If I didn’t know Illya’s true personality, I would’ve thought he was doing it on purpose.

Illya tilted his head and whispered, “Did I say something wrong?”

Chu Feng replied calmly, “No.”

According to his background research, Zhuang Zhiming had many girlfriends and often visited nightlife venues. His body probably was weak.

Illya blinked and let out an “oh” sound. See? I knew I wasn’t wrong.

Chu Feng and Illya’s hushed conversation wasn’t exactly loud, but it was just enough for everyone at the table to hear.

The old master looked at both of them and silently shook his head.

The chef began placing dishes on the table. When a plate of golden snails was served, Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

The family emphasized dining etiquette—this dish was probably chosen on purpose.

“What is this? Looks disgusting. Didn’t they say the chef here was amazing?” Illya said, frowning.

Zhuang Feixue also furrowed her brow, guessing that this dish must have been prepared by her aunt—it was one that really tested table manners and was easy to embarrass oneself with.

“Don’t talk nonsense, this is a famous Italian dish,” she said.

Illya looked at Sun Yi and asked, “Do you like eating this? It looks like…” He trailed off.

Zhuang Feixue wasn’t too fond of the golden snails either, but after Illya said that, she suddenly felt she couldn’t stomach it at all.

“You don’t appreciate the delicacy of this dish,” Zhuang Ming said coldly.

Illya puffed his cheeks and said, “You really like this kind of stuff? Looks gross! If you like it, you can have mine. I don’t want it.”

Zhuang Ming’s face darkened. “Who wants your leftovers?”

Illya frowned, “You said you liked it.”

The old master shook his head and turned to a nearby maid. “I already said for family banquets, just serve regular dishes. What’s the point of all this foreign cuisine?”

Sun Yi realized her plan had backfired and even annoyed the old master. She was secretly disappointed.

The meal was painful for Zhuang Feixue, while Illya seemed to eat with great gusto.

Zhuang Feixue thought to herself: Illya really has an appetite no matter the situation.

Despite the terrible atmosphere at the table, Illya didn’t seem affected at all. Hard to say whether he was just carefree or completely clueless.

“You sure eat well!” Sun Yi commented.

Illya glanced at her and said, “Yeah, the food tastes pretty good. Are you not eating because you’re on a diet?”

He sized her up and added, “You look like you do need to lose weight.”

Zhuang Cheng couldn’t hold back his laughter again. Su Manqing kicked him under the table.

Zhuang Cheng suppressed his smile reluctantly, thinking: Mom is clearly laughing too—she just doesn’t want me to!

Chu Feng felt a wave of relief.

Zhuang Feixue looked at Chu Feng and asked, “So what’s your plan next?”

She glanced at Illya, thinking: My little brother’s boyfriend really dares to say anything. He just humiliated the whole main branch, and now acts like nothing happened.

Although the main branch didn’t get the upper hand today, judging by the old master’s attitude, his impression of Chu Feng wasn’t great either. The likelihood of the second son officially being recognized as family in the short term was pretty low.

From Chu Feng’s attitude, it seemed like he didn’t care much about being acknowledged as family either.

Chu Feng said enthusiastically, “I’m planning to open a elixir shop. When the time comes, I’ll need your help—please send me some customers.”

Zhuang Feixue frowned and said helplessly, “Are you really going to sell that unlicensed elixir?”

Chu Feng nodded and said, “That’s right.”

Zhuang Feixue took a deep breath and said, “This medicine of yours is not bad, but without a proper registration number, it’s easy to get reported by the Administration for Industry and Commerce.”

Chu Feng nodded again. “That’s indeed a troublesome issue. Besides, breaking into houses in the capital isn’t a sustainable plan.”

Zhuang Feixue frowned. “I have several houses in the capital. I’m usually filming and don’t live in them. You can pick one to stay in.”

Chu Feng looked surprised. “Several houses? Damn capitalist!”

Zhuang Feixue chuckled. “I bought some of them a long time ago.” Housing prices have skyrocketed these past few years—if she hadn’t bought early, she really wouldn’t be able to afford them now. Since she’s usually staying in hotels while filming, the properties she owns are rarely occupied. Given that, she might as well be generous.

Chu Feng said, “Then I’ll have to thank you, sis.”

In truth, Chu Feng still had plenty of money on hand. Even though property in the capital was expensive, he could afford one. However, due to housing purchase restrictions in the capital, you needed to pay several years of social security before being eligible to buy. So even with money, he couldn’t buy anything right now.

Zhuang Feixue hesitated and said, “You talked nonsense at the party today. I’m afraid your share in the company is out of the question.”

Chu Feng replied carefreely, “No big deal.”

Zhuang Feixue looked at him curiously. “Did you never intend to go after the Zhuang family’s money?”

“Sis, how could you think that? Who wouldn’t want money? Depends on how much, though.”

“Chu Feng, you seem quite well-off.”

Zhuang Feixue was starting to feel suspicious. Chu Feng spent money quite freely—not like someone strapped for cash.

Chu Feng calmly said, “Actually, I used to do some smuggling business and made quite a bit.”

Zhuang Feixue coughed lightly. “Smuggling? Don’t tell me it’s drugs?”

Chu Feng laughed. “Just kidding.”

Later, at the hotel, Zhuang Feixue glanced at Chu Feng. “Did I perform poorly at the Zhuang family gathering?”

Chu Feng shook his head. “Not really.” He could tell many from the Zhuang family looked down on him—but then again, he didn’t care about them either. To him, money was just a number now. What mattered was how to improve his strength.

After leaving the Zhuang family, Chu Feng chose one of the apartments Zhuang Feixue offered—an apartment on the outskirts of the capital—and moved in.

The next day, Illya arrived on set as scheduled.

“I think I have one last scene today?” Illya asked.

Zhuang Feixue shook her head. “The director added two more scenes for you.”

“What? Why two more?” Illya puffed out his cheeks in frustration. He was only supposed to have a few scenes, but they kept adding more.

Zhuang Feixue looked at him. “Your costume test photos were posted online—they’re getting a lot of buzz.”

The costume test photos were originally confidential, but sometimes a few are released to build hype.

Illya’s character had a lot of fans from the original work. Online, many diehard fans had been shouting that no one could play the Snow Clan’s Little Prince from the novel, and that the adaptation would ruin a classic. But once the costume photos were released, the tone completely changed—everyone started fawning over him.

Illya asked in confusion, “Really?”

Zhuang Feixue opened the official Weibo and showed him the comments:

“This is exactly the Snow Clan Prince I imagined!”

“How can someone this stunning exist?”

“Where did this boy come from? I need all his info in the next 3 minutes!”

“Why is there so little content? I’m starving!”

“I’m in love—I want to marry him.”

“The director really has an eye for talent.”

“I thought I was into girls, but now I’m not so sure…”

Illya tilted his head and said, “What are they even talking about?”

Zhuang Feixue looked at him, puzzled. “You can’t read?”

Illya blushed. “I’ve started learning a bit.”

Zhuang Feixue frowned. “Wait a minute! If you can’t read, how do you memorize your lines?”

“Chu Feng reads them to me. I just remember them,” Illya replied as if it were obvious.

“You remember them after just one read?” Zhuang Feixue asked.

Illya nodded. “Yep.” He thought to himself that his memory had been improving lately—probably due to his abilities getting stronger.

Zhuang Feixue deep in thought: With a talent like that, why would you stay illiterate? Why?!

Illya noticed her emotional tone and looked confused. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Zhuang Feixue composed herself. “It’s nothing.”

Soon, she was called away to film. Cheng Sisi walked over.

“Illya, do you still have those beauty elixirs?” she asked, a little embarrassed.

Illya nodded. “I do.”

“Can I buy a few more?” Cheng Sisi asked.

Illya nodded. “Sure. Same price—one million per elixir.”

Cheng Sisi nodded. “I know.”

Last time, Cheng Sisi had bought a elixir but hadn’t dared take it herself—she gave it to her mother. Cheng’s family owned a mid-sized company. Her mother was a wealthy lady, but with age, her relationship with Cheng’s father had grown distant.

After taking Illya’s elixir, her mother’s wrinkles faded, her skin improved, and she looked visibly younger. The couple’s relationship became noticeably closer.

Cheng Sisi had seen Zhuang Feixue take one and thought it worked, but didn’t expect it to be so effective on her mother. Spending a few million to make her father more faithful—and less inclined to spend money on mistresses—was well worth it.

Now her mother was eager to look even younger and had been pestering her for more. Unfortunately, Illya hadn’t been on set recently, so she couldn’t reach him. But finally, he was here today.

Illya looked at her. “How many would you like?”

“Five,” Cheng Sisi replied.

Illya looked surprised. “That many?”

Cheng Sisi smiled. “Not too many.”

If she didn’t use them herself, she could sell them. Her mother’s transformation had been so dramatic that her mother’s social circle was already trying to pull strings to buy some. In the entertainment industry, everyone fights tooth and nail for good looks. Cheng Sisi had a hunch this elixir would soon take the industry by storm—if she didn’t stock up now, she might not get another chance.

Illya took out an elixir bottle, counted, and said, “Exactly five.”

Cheng Sisi smiled. “Thanks a lot.”

Illya waved his hand and said, “No need to be polite, I’ll give you a 10% discount—4.5 million.”

Cheng Sisi responded excitedly, “Thank you so much!”

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