Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law
Chapter 162: Didn’t You Say I Was the Only Mistress?

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Didn’t You Say I Was the Only Mistress?

The Han Family members also greatly approved of Du Hao’s explanation.

"Then, how much would it cost to secure an invitation?" Madam Han inquired.

Du Hao raised a finger.

"Ten million?" Madam Han was astonished.

But Du Hao shook his head and said directly, "No, one billion!"

"What..."

Madam Han and the people of the Han Family were utterly dumbfounded.

They had never dreamed that the price of an invitation would be so exorbitantly high—it was simply outrageous!

Du Hao explained, "Your circle is quite limited, so it’s normal for you not to be clear about the going rates. You are unaware that, in the upper echelons of the Liangjiang circles, the price of an invitation to the War King ceremony has already been bid up to an astronomical figure!"

"Actually, this is something to be expected. After all, such a centennial event is not something you can encounter at any given time."

In light of this, the people of the Han Family could greatly relate and nodded in agreement.

Du Hao then added, "Moreover, what I can obtain for you is the highest tier of seating, rubbing shoulders with the most distinguished identities in the entirety of Liangjiang!"

"Just imagine, once the Han Family appears in the first-class seats of the War King ceremony alongside those big shots, how will the other families in Liangjiang regard you?"

With confidence on his face, Du Hao said, "Not to mention anything else, I guarantee that, once the War King ceremony is over, those seeking cooperation with Han Corporation will be thronging at your doorstep, to the point where they’ll break the threshold! By then, the gains can’t be measured by a mere one billion!"

His words were highly seductive, each sentence striking right at Madam Han’s weak spot, as if voicing her very own thoughts!

Han Yaru eagerly chimed in, "Grandma, such a great opportunity isn’t available to just anyone, what are you hesitating for?"

Madam Han made an immediate decision, "Fine, one billion, I’ll buy one first-class seat invitation!"

"Grandma is wise!" Han Yaru was overjoyed.

In facilitating this deal, she had indeed accomplished a great feat.

Du Hao praised, "It’s Madam Han who has the breadth of vision! Rest assured, I guarantee that the investment you make this time will be well worth it!"

"I hope so! I certainly hope so! Hahaha..." Madam Han laughed heartily, unable to contain her joy.

The faces of the Han Family members were filled with anticipation.

One billion for an invitation seemed crazily extravagant, but considering the potential return on investment, they were reconciled to it.

And besides, it was the once-in-a-century War King ceremony!

This experience would be something the Han Family could boast about for a lifetime!

Watching the excited expressions of the Han Family members, Du Hao’s lips curled into a sly smile.

On the other hand, after leaving the Han Family mansion, Han Jingting felt a full heart of grievances.

Initially, she was convinced that Chen Xuan’s invitation was definitely genuine, but after hearing Du Hao’s news about the proliferation of counterfeit invitations, she began to doubt it too.

Could the invitation Chen Xuan gave her really be fake?

And what about his affair with Zheng Qingxue, was that also a lie?

Upon returning home, Zheng Qingxue reported the torn invitation incident to Loh Anni.

"What? Fake?"

Loh Anni immediately became unsettled, "This Chen Xuan is really shameless, using a counterfeit invitation to deceive you!"

"Do you also think that the invitation is fake?"

Loh Anni was sure of it, "Of course! I’ve already had friends inquire about it, and it’s confirmed that there are only three tiers of invitations—first, second, and third. There has never been mention of any special class of seating! It’s clear that Chen Xuan is lying!"

Hearing this, Han Jingting felt deeply disheartened.

Over the years, this was the first time she had sought out Chen Xuan, only to be duped with a fake invitation.

It seemed that he didn’t take her seriously at all!

In fact, Loh Anni, along with others, had made a fatal mistake.

Indeed, there were VIP seats available for the War King ceremony, but their number was extremely limited, with just over a dozen in existence – truly a VIP among VIPs!

The ones qualified to sit in these VIP seats were either high-ranking military officials or powerful figures with astonishing influence.

Such important VIP seats had long been assigned and were not released to the common socialites.

It was for this reason that everyone assumed the invitations were only categorized into first, second, and third levels.

In the following days, discussions about the War King ceremony reached an unprecedented peak.

In the streets and alleys, almost everyone spoke of the War King ceremony.

On the streets, personnel from the war department could be spotted at any time, and helicopters roared across the sky now and then.

The entire Huai City was decked out anew, and the whole city enjoyed unprecedented honor due to this War King ceremony!

Three days later, the War King ceremony took place at the Hanjiang Pavilion as scheduled!

Early that morning, Chen Xuan received a phone call from Zheng Yunfeng.

"Mr. Chen, today is the day my promotion ceremony is held, do you have time to attend?" Zheng Yunfeng’s voice was full of anticipation.

Chen Xuan smiled faintly, "Missing out this time, who knows when the next big event like this will come. Of course, I will attend!"

"Great, then I’ll send a car to pick you up now."

"There’s no need for that, I’ll drive over myself."

"Oh, okay, then we’ll see each other in a bit!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xuan left the house, not forgetting to casually pick up an invitation from the coffee table.

In the past few days, Zhao Boqian, Cui Fengjiu, and others had made consecutive visits, all claiming to deliver invitations to Chen Xuan.

Whether it was Zhao Boqian or Cui Fengjiu, their acquaintance with Chen Xuan was merely as the Divine Doctor with extraordinary medical skills, yet none of them knew that Chen Xuan was actually the Mr. Chen whom Zheng Yunfeng revered as a teacher!

Having learned from the last lesson, Chen Xuan had kept all these invitations.

Forty minutes later, Chen Xuan arrived near the Hanjiang Pavilion.

Today the Hanjiang Pavilion was extraordinarily lively. Five kilometers away from the pavilion, all roads had already been put under martial law, and only those with invitations were allowed passage.

Not only that, the entire route was guarded by soldiers.

Upon reaching the entrance of the Hanjiang Pavilion, phones and all photo-taking devices were to be confiscated, and a stringent check was conducted.

The entire event was under the utmost security.

Meanwhile, the periphery of the venue was already swarming with people — all bystanders coming to join in the excitement, filling the space to the brim.

After verifying his invitation, Chen Xuan was about to enter when he happened to run into the Zhao and Cui families arriving just behind him.

"Chen Xuan!"

"Uncle!"

Two voices called out in unison.

Both Cui Ruyun and Zhao Luna, upon seeing each other, had looks of scrutiny on their faces.

Clearly, they both regarded each other as imagined rivals.

Zhao Luna stepped forward, latching onto Chen Xuan’s arm with a mischievous tone, "Uncle, didn’t you say you only had me as a little third? Who is this auntie?"