On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

By the time the butler appeared again, Chen Qian was almost full.

"Mr. Chen." The butler knocked twice on the door. "It's time to go to the restaurant."

Chen Qian pressed his thumb on the side of the phone on the table and glanced sideways to check the time. The phone showed 18:35.

He couldn't help but gasp in amazement. Wow, the dinner was supposed to be at five o'clock, but it's almost seven o'clock.

If we delay it a little longer, we can have supper, so what’s the point of having a dinner party?

Chen Qian suppressed his dissatisfaction that was about to be suppressed, stretched his limbs quickly before standing up.

"Let's go to the restaurant." He said as lightly as possible.

A large round table was placed in the center, and facing the door sat old man Chi, who looked dignified without even getting angry.

When Chen Qian thought back on it, she realized that it was many years ago that they last met.

Chen Qian looked at him and thought to himself.

Although he is nearly eighty years old, Chi Zheng's face is almost the same as it was then, except that he has aged more due to the accumulation of time. He is still energetic, and his eyes radiate the sharp and shrewd light unique to those in high positions.

His eyes were glued to Chen Qian from the moment she entered the room, and they didn't move away even a bit until Chen Qian sat down and raised her eyes, looking straight at him.

"Mr. Chi, good evening." Chen Qian took the initiative to greet him, and then smiled without hesitation, "Our kitchen chef's movements are still a little clumsy, but the food should taste good."

"Try it." Chi Zheng didn't care about Chen Qian's sarcasm. He gestured to the servants beside him to help Chen Qian serve the dishes.

Chen Qian shook his head and raised his hand to block the food that was about to fall into his bowl. "Don't bother. My hands and feet are still very flexible. I don't have any diseases of affluence."

He changed his hand, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up the same dish.

"The craftsmanship is indeed very good." Chen Qian commented while chewing.

During this meal, Chen Qian was doing his best to annoy the old man sitting opposite him. He either spoke in a sarcastic tone or did some deliberately rude things. It can be said that he had completely lost his family education and etiquette.

If he hadn't resisted the urge to grab the food, he would have looked like an unsocialized wolf cub.

But Chi Zheng endured all these deliberate actions, which could be said to have left Chen Qian with a perfect opportunity to boldly enjoy the food.

"Have you finished eating?" Chi Zheng put down his chopsticks and looked up at Chen Qian lightly.

Chen Qian saw that he was about to get into the topic of today.

He took the napkin handed to him by the waiter beside him and wiped his mouth. "I'm done eating. Thank you for the treat."

"Then let's talk about other things." Chi Zheng's voice was deep, and he gestured to the butler who was waiting on the side.

The butler reacted quickly and left the restaurant immediately, only to return a short while later with an envelope in his hand.

The leftovers on the table were quickly cleared away, and within a few minutes, the table was restored to its pristine state. Then, the butler placed the envelope in front of Chen Qian.

"What... does this mean?" Chen Qian asked with interest, looking at the white envelope in front of him.

Chi Zheng did not answer immediately, but waved his hand and gave the butler a look. The next second, everyone in the room evacuated the restaurant.

After the last person left the door, the butler walked over and closed several passages in the restaurant, then stood back next to Chi Zheng.

He glanced at Chi Zheng's expression and said calmly, "Mr. Chen, you can open it and take a look."

Chen Qian raised his eyebrows, looked at Chi Zheng, then at the housekeeper. He raised his hand, picked up the envelope, and shook it casually.

A piece of paper floated out of the envelope and fell onto the table with a hiss.

"A check?" Chen Qian stared at the piece of paper in amazement. All the required fields were neatly filled in, and a bright red seal was placed on it. He read out the elegant capital letters, "Fifty million. A generous sum."

The housekeeper glanced at his surprised expression, revealed a knowing look, and said with contempt, "Mr. Chen, strictly speaking, this is a deposit. It's 100 million in total, and it will be transferred to Qianxing's account in the name of investment."

"Ah...Is that so?" Chen Qian threw the envelope aside, crossed his arms and glanced at the check. "Then what is my mission? The reward is so generous, you can't ask me to kill people or set fire to things, right? That's not allowed."