"Young master, may I sit and share a drink with you?"
Not long after Wang Junze sat down, a man with small eyes and a short stature approached him, speaking with a cheerful smile.
Wang Junze glanced at him briefly. He had no recollection of seeing him before; the man was not among the previous guests of Prince Yu's Mansion in the Northern Domain. Wang Junze thought for a moment, then chuckled lightly, saying, "An encounter means fate. I'm fond of making friends, please sit down!"
"Haha, you're quite generous, young master!"
With a laugh, the man sat down and poured himself a cup of wine, introducing himself proactively: "My humble surname is Hu, my given name is not worth mentioning. But friends in the martial world honor me with a nickname — they call me Money Rat."
"What an interesting name."
Wang Junze smiled slightly, clinked glasses with the man, and spoke casually.
"You flatter me, young master."
