"My name is Lin Feng, but I'm just an ordinary restaurant owner."
Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Ordinary?
An ordinary restaurant owner?
You call this ordinary?
He frantically cursed in his heart.
Although this Senior Lin was powerful and generous, his habit of joking was simply terrifying.
If he was "ordinary," then what was a Titled Douluo like him?
Trash?
Chrysanthemum Douluo shivered at the memory of being suppressed so thoroughly he couldn't even summon his Spirit.
"Elder Ju, what do we do now?" Yan asked quietly.
Only then did Chrysanthemum Douluo recover.
He rubbed his still swollen stomach, and the image of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum vanishing before his eyes made his heart itch like it was being clawed by a cat.
"What else can we do? Senior Lin has closed his shop. We can't just stand here like idiots."
He glanced nervously at the shop door.
What if Senior Lin suddenly felt they were an eyesore and punished him again? That would be catastrophic.
"Go, go, let's leave quickly. Lest we displease Senior Lin."
They had only taken a few steps when Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly stopped.
He recalled how the three juniors had witnessed his entire embarrassing performance today—
From trying to dine and dash, to being suppressed and kneeling, to stuffing himself like a pufferfish…
He had completely thrown away the dignity of a Titled Douluo.
He coughed twice, restored his Elderly prestige, and said seriously:
"Speaking of which—you three little ones have rendered great merit this time."
"Huh?"
The Golden Generation trio stared at him blankly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled.
"Who discovered this extraordinary restaurant? Who immediately reported it to Spirit Hall?"
Yan scratched his head. "That would be us…"
"Exactly!" Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, orchid finger stroking his chin.
"Although my experience today had… a minor twist, it's undeniable that you three discovered a great opportunity for Spirit Hall!"
Their eyes lit up.
That was true—
They were too shocked by Senior Lin's strength to remember their own contributions.
"So Elder Ju means…"
"The greatest merit!" Chrysanthemum Douluo declared proudly. "I'll personally report this to the Supreme Pontiff and request a reward for you three!"
Then he pulled out three gold cards, each with 200,000 written boldly across it.
"Holy—!" Yan's eyes nearly popped out. "Elder Ju, this is…"
"Two hundred thousand gold coins each," Chrysanthemum Douluo said grandly. "Consider it my personal reward."
"G-Grandpa Ju, this is too valuable…"
Hu Liena's hands trembled, yet she pocketed the card faster than lightning.
Clap.
Gone.
Xie Yue and Yan were the same—speaking politely with mouths while their hands worked with blinding speed.
Yan even rubbed the gold card against his cheek.
"This texture… this feel… this is the scent of two hundred thousand!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth twitched violently.
They weren't greedy—just realistic.
After all, Feng Ran Pavilion was currently the fastest method to improve strength.
They needed capital—lots of it.
"Alright, alright, you little money grubbers." Chrysanthemum Douluo waved them off, then his expression hardened.
"Tomorrow, I'll inform the other Elders about Feng Ran Pavilion and invite them to dine."
The trio instantly brightened.
This was a massive opportunity.
If all the Titled Douluo Elders became regular customers…
Spirit Hall's overall strength would skyrocket.
Xie Yue rubbed his hands excitedly.
"At that time, our Spirit Hall's strength will reach unimaginable heights! Even if the Upper Three Sects and the two Empires join forces, they wouldn't stand a chance!"
But Yan suddenly thought of something and asked quietly:
"Elder Ju… what if the other Elders, uh… refuse to believe it unless they hit a wall first?"
Boom.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face darkened instantly.
He shot a glare that nearly killed Yan on the spot.
Yan shut his mouth.
Why did his tongue always betray him?
Fortunately, Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't explode.
"Don't worry. I'll explain clearly to them."
Then, his expression suddenly became solemn.
"There is another very important matter."
The trio straightened immediately.
"Elder Ju, please instruct us!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked around, leaned in, and lowered his voice.
"Everything that happened at Feng Ran Pavilion today… especially my… performances… must not be spread!"
"Especially after Senior Lin Feng displayed his strength—NO ONE must hear a single word!"
His face darkened to the color of cooked eggplant.
A level 95 Titled Douluo losing face in a small restaurant?
If the story spread, how could he show his face in Spirit Hall?
The three were stunned, then instantly understood.
The "two hundred thousand gold coins" was not a reward.
It was hush money.
Yan's expression turned complicated.
"So Elder Ju, you mean—"
Before he could finish, Xie Yue elbowed him hard and feigned confusion.
"Elder Ju, your performance earlier? What performance? I don't remember."
Hu Liena blinked innocently.
"That's right~ I don't remember either. I only remember you eating elegantly and winning the grand prize."
Yan finally caught on.
"Elder Ju was extremely majestic today, nothing inappropriate at all!"
Hearing this, the gloom on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face eased visibly.
"Good children. Come—another hundred thousand each."
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