The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

The gatekeeper hurried over and said with a mournful face, "Master, this young master of the Jia family insisted on breaking in, and I...I really can't stop him."

Before the servant could finish his words, the fat man pushed him away and said, "Mr. Wu refused to accept me as his apprentice, so why did he take a fancy to such a poor boy?" After saying that, he did not forget to push Chu Ning'an with his big hand that was like a hairless bear paw.

Relying on his fat and strong body, he wanted to push Chu Ning'an to make him fall and embarrass himself in public, but he didn't expect that Chu Ning'an not only didn't move at all, but the fat man used too much strength and was bounced back. He stumbled back several steps and almost fell to the ground.

Everyone was quite surprised when they saw him. No wonder this young man won Mr. Wu's favor. Not only was he good-looking, but he also seemed to have some kung fu skills.

"Good boy, you rely on your strength to bully this young master. Come on, smash it for me and see who dares to stop you?" The fat man was shaking all over, and he was making trouble without caring about his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight servants came in and wanted to disrupt the situation. Chu Ning'an flashed forward, grabbed the fat man's hand and twisted it behind his back, causing him to scream in pain.

Chu Ning'an shouted loudly, "Stop it, or I will break his hand." The shout was like thunder, silencing the whole place. The servants who broke in immediately stood still.

The guests present at the ceremony were even more stunned. They looked at the two people twisting and pressing to the ground, and at the servants standing there in shock. What on earth was going on? They had only come to participate in the apprenticeship ceremony, and why did they have to witness such a scene?

"You poor bastard, do you know who I am? Let me go now, or my dad will come and make you suffer." The fat man's face was deformed by being pressed to the ground, but he still shouted, "My dad is Jia Dafa, he won't let you go."

"Since Boss Jia raised his son this way, please tell us!" Mr. Wu suppressed his anger and coldly ordered his servants, "I had no idea the Jia family would come to my Xingzhi Academy with such a grand ceremony to cause trouble. Do they really think I, Wu, am made of clay?"

Mr. Wu has made great achievements and is a local celebrity. His background is certainly not just that of an ordinary teacher. Just look at the people who are attending the ceremony today to know his local connections and influence.

Not long after, Jia Dafa, with a cunning look on his face, slowly came to the library of Wu's mansion with two people. As soon as he entered the door, he put his hands down, clasped his fists, and said words like sorry. But everyone present was not a fool, so how could they not see that he was acting.

"Mr. Wu, I'm sorry. My son has been spoiled by our family. I'm truly sorry. This is all my fault. I'll compensate you for whatever he's destroyed." He spoke with a smile, seemingly sensible and submissive. "This unruly son admired your talent and wanted to be your disciple, but you declined and chose a poor boy instead. That's why he did such a shameless thing."

Jia Dafa was implying that Mr. Wu deserved the persecution for not accepting his son, and that Fatty Wu had only disrupted Chu Ning'an's apprenticeship ceremony, but had not really destroyed a single inch of the Wu family. But now Chu Ning'an pinned him to the ground, and was also secretly accusing Mr. Wu of allowing his followers to commit crimes.

"Mr. Wu is very strict in accepting disciples. He will never accept those who are illiterate and bully others by taking advantage of their power." Mr. Wu skipped over his subtle thoughts and hit him directly where he felt weak, completely ignoring his insinuations. "Now that Mr. Wu knows it's your fault, what are your plans?"

Jia Dafa hadn't expected Mr. Wu to be so ruthless, and the smile on his face turned a little colder. "Mr. Wu, please feel free to speak up. If my son makes a mistake, I will take him home and teach him a lesson. You won't have to bother with that."

"What would you do if Boss Jia's family threw a big banquet and were treated like this?" Mr. Wu threw the question back. Ru Yue watched their back-and-forth, and she was fed up with Jia Dafa. Thinking that he had repeatedly confronted her family, they had become a mortal enemy. It seemed that she had to find a way to get rid of this troublemaker.

Jia Dafa's expression turned completely cold. "What do you intend, Mr. Wu?"

"Since Boss Jia doesn't know how to resolve this, it's fine. Let's hire someone else to do it." With anger blazing in his eyes, Mr. Wu turned and bowed to an elegant middle-aged man wearing a turban. "Thank you, Mr. Cheng," he asked. "You were present the entire time and know everything about this matter. Mr. Xu is busy and can't come today, so you're here on his behalf. You're also in charge of the county's cases. How should this kind of thing be resolved?"

Jia Dafa's plan to obtain Ru Yue's recipe failed, and his son was refused an apprentice by Mr. Wu, which made him secretly resentful. When he heard about this two days ago, he wanted to vent his anger, so he sent people to inquire about the guests attending the Wu family's banquet today. As he didn't hear of any officials' family members coming, he plucked up the courage to let his fat son come to disrupt the event. However, he didn't expect that County Magistrate Xu did not come, but sent his right-hand man to watch the ceremony. This was really beyond his expectation.