A little after six o'clock, Wang Shengguo returned home.
Li Xiumei asked Aunt Chen, the maid, to call Wang Teng downstairs for dinner.
Wang Teng had just showered, changed his clothes, and was blasting his hair with a hairdryer.
"Got it, Aunt Chen, I'll be right down," he replied casually.
After becoming a martial artist, even his hearing had improved considerably, and the noise from the hairdryer hadn't bothered him at all.
In less than a minute, he finished his hair, unplugged it, and went downstairs for dinner.
Wang Shengguo and Li Xiumei were waiting for him.
Several bowls of food lay on the table, steaming and fragrant.
The family sat together for dinner.
"Son, how was your practice today?"
Li Xiumei asked what Wang Shengguo wanted most, and he looked at Wang Teng eagerly.
Having said that, being a father wasn't easy for Wang Shengguo either. His friends constantly boasted to him about their sons and daughters' achievements, like how so-and-so's children had become intermediate or advanced martial artists.
Only Wang Shengguo found it hard to bring himself to speak up. He was the CEO of a large company with hundreds of millions in assets, yet his son was completely unskilled.
He would surely be laughed at if he told anyone else.
Now that his son had finally come to his senses and was willing to practice martial arts, he could talk about it once he became an advanced martial artist.
"Not bad. My senior brothers at the martial arts gym said I still have talent," Wang Teng said.
He hadn't told his parents that he had reached the intermediate level, fearing they would faint from joy if happiness came too suddenly.
He'd tell them slowly later.
"Talent is good, talent is good."
Wang Shengguo's eyes narrowed with joy. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Practice well. While our Wang family may not be wealthy, we're at least much better off than ordinary people. Don't worry about the resources for your martial arts training."
Wang Teng nodded without saying anything else.
He wasn't particularly concerned about resources. While others might need various martial arts resources, he wasn't overly dependent on them.
With the Golden Finger, other people's resources became his!
"Come on, eat more. You must be hungry and tired after a long day of training."
Li Xiumei was more concerned about Wang Teng's hardship than his ability to become a martial artist. Watching Wang Teng wolfing down his food, she felt a pang of distress.
Wang Teng didn't even bother to speak. He had to admit, the star beast meat was truly delicious—rich but not greasy, melting in his mouth.
As he ate, it felt as if a warm current flowed through his body, soothing his fatigue.
Li Xiumei and Wang Shengguo also ate a little, but didn't dare to eat more.
After all, they hadn't practiced martial arts, and overeating was a recipe for disaster.
Although ordinary people in the martial arts era had improved their physical fitness due to the influence of the Force, that was a subtle, long-term influence.
After dinner, Wang Teng was about to head to the Polestar Martial Arts School when his cell phone rang.
He picked it up and heard Xu Jie's voice.
"Brother Wang Teng, we're already at the Rose Bar. Come over quickly."
Wang Teng finally remembered this long-forgotten event. He gave a wry smile and said, "Okay, wait, I'll be there soon."
"Looks like I can't go to the Polestar Martial Arts School tonight."
Wang Teng felt a little regretful, but he also knew he couldn't spend every day at the school.
"Just consider it a relaxing experience."
Wang Teng said goodbye to his parents and headed out.
Boom boom boom...
The sports car roared down the street, its streamlined body and its resounding roar drawing the attention of passersby.
South City Bar Street!
There are many bar streets in Donghai, and South City is arguably the most prosperous.
Here are numerous bars, varying in style, style, and even price range.
Massive bars cater to the lower-end consumer, while high-end bars cater to the elite or the wealthy.
As much as I hate to say it, people are invisibly divided into different classes.
Every night, Bar Street is ablaze with vibrant lights, dazzling neon signs, and a dazzling interweaving of light and shadow, creating a dreamlike spectacle.
Young urban men and women, burdened by heavy work and pressure during the day, seek a place to unwind at night.
Social pressure never ceases, and in the age of martial arts, it's even more intense.
They need to vent!
Of course, for people like Wang Teng, it's simply a place to have fun.
Outside the Rose Bar, a row of luxury sports cars lined the streets. Wang Teng searched for a long time before finally finding an empty space, parked his car, and then walked into the bar.
Boom!
A door separated the inside and outside the bar into two worlds.
The moment the door opened, blasting music, the sounds of handsome men and beautiful women chatting and playing, and flickering lights all converged, assaulting Wang Teng's eardrums and eyes.
"What a familiar feeling!"
In his previous life, after the Wang family's fall and disappearance, Wang Teng hadn't been to a bar again.
It was as if he'd been kicked out of this bustling world.
But now, he's back!
Wang Teng strode into the Rose Bar, handsome and dressed in designer clothes. His physique had become stronger and taller after two days of training as a martial artist, and his spirit had been completely transformed. He shone like a diamond in the sand, radiant and dazzling.
Many women were drawn to him, seemingly intrigued.
Wang Teng used to be an old, stale man, but now he was a genuine young hunk, his appearance still a touch of youthful, yet his temperament was completely different.
In his past life, he had experienced many ups and downs.
He had enjoyed wealth and also experienced poverty.
He had been high-spirited and successful at a young age, but he had also fallen into depravity and frustration...
His rich experiences had shaped his calm demeanor, making him instantly appealing.
Wang Teng scanned the bar, searching for Xu Jie and the others.
At that moment, a voice came from the left.
"Brother Wang Teng, hear, hear!"
Wang Teng saw the girl waving at him: Bai Wei, a young woman from their circle.
She had a bun on her head, looking playful and charming.
Wang Teng still remembered that after she grew up, this little girl had become a disaster, captivating countless men.
"You're here early."
Bai Wei made room for Wang Teng, and he sat down beside her.
"Brother Wang Teng, you're late," Xu Jie complained.
"It's been a long night, and it's just begun. Why are you here so early?" Wang Teng said with a smile.
"Brother Wang Teng!"
Another boy also greeted Wang Teng.
"Yu Hao, it's been a while." Wang Teng looked at him.
"My dad's been keeping a close eye on me lately. I had to sneak out today," Yu Hao said helplessly.
"This kid got caught practicing martial arts by his dad," Xu Jie said with a gloating smile.
"Oh? How's the training going?" Wang Teng asked in surprise.
"I'm already a low-level martial arts apprentice," Yu Hao rubbed his head and said embarrassedly.
"Damn, you little brat, you just became a low-level martial arts apprentice without anyone telling you!" Xu Jie exclaimed, clearly still unaware of the news.
"You're the only one of us to become a martial arts apprentice. If we get bullied from now on, we'll have to look for you."
He then put his arm around Yu Hao's shoulder and chuckled.
"Little Mouse, I'll be counting on you from now on!" Bai Wei chimed in with a smile.
Yu Hao was a bit flattered by their words, especially Bai Wei's affirmation.
Since they were so close, it's inevitable that there's a vague attraction between men and women.
Yu Hao felt the same way about Bai Wei.
Wang Teng smiled and asked, "Why don't I see Yuan Zhenghua?"
A brief silence fell.
"He won't be coming!" Xu Jie sneered.
"Huh? What's going on?" Wang Teng asked, frowning.
"That guy hooked up with Li Rongcheng of the Li family and became their lackey," Xu Jie curled his lips.
"Li Rongcheng!"
Wang Teng pondered for a moment, finally recalling this person from the depths of his memory.
Wang Teng and his friends came from similar backgrounds, their fathers all knew each other, and they had business dealings, so they naturally formed a small circle.
And the Li family, to which Li Rongcheng belonged, was a considerable clan in the East China Sea, far more powerful than any of theirs.
Yuan Zhenghua and Li Rongcheng's closeness meant, in Xu Jie's eyes, that they were climbing up the other's lap.
This was the way things were in their rich second-generation circles: only those with similar abilities could be considered friends.
If there was too much of a difference, it would become a case of clinging to one another.
"Let's not talk about him anymore. Everyone has their own aspirations, there's nothing much to discuss," Wang Teng said nonchalantly.
"Yeah, let's not talk about that kid anymore. He makes me angry whenever I mention him," Xu Jie said.
The group changed the subject, ordered some wine and fruit plates, and chatted and laughed. Wang Teng gradually regained his youthful energy.