Chapter 71: Recognizing the Clothes, Not the Person

Mo Shaocong was the grandson of Mo Baishan and held a high position in the Mo family. The security personnel dared not disobey his words.

Smack!

Mo Shaocong stepped forward and slapped the security guard who was about to let Chen Xian in, unleashing a torrent of scolding: "Today, every guest at Baishan Manor is distinguished. You absolutely cannot let any random riffraff in to disturb their enjoyment. You’ve already committed an unforgivable mistake. You’re fired—leave immediately!"

"Young Master Mo, please give me another chance—I know I was wrong!" The security guard clutched his face, hurriedly pleading with Mo Shaocong.

He worked at Baishan Group, where the pay was far better than elsewhere. He didn’t want to lose this job; he needed to provide for his family. Desperate, he knelt before Mo Shaocong in public. Yet Mo Shaocong paid him no heed.

Though Mo Shaocong’s words outwardly chastised the security guard, anyone with eyes could see he was mocking Chen Xian. The security guard was merely collateral damage.

Suddenly, all the guests who had yet to enter Baishan Manor turned their gaze in unison to this spot, or rather, to Chen Xian, whose attire was plain and unremarkable.

“Who is that shabby fellow?”

“No idea, but just looking at his clothes, you can tell he’s a pauper.”

“This auction has invited only the most prominent figures from Province H. Isn’t it ridiculous for such a penniless youth to show up?”

“He’s not only making a fool of himself, but also caused someone else to lose their job. How disgraceful!”

A few people watching Chen Xian whispered among themselves, their tone openly scornful.

Lan Chao, witnessing this scene, smiled slyly, secretly pleased. He relished seeing Chen Xian embarrassed; his heart felt exceptionally lighter.

At this moment, Zhang Xin, who had just entered the manor, stepped forward and protested to Mo Shaocong: “Mo Shaocong, Chen Xian is my friend. I want to bring him in!”

“He doesn’t have an invitation. He cannot enter!” Mo Shaocong, seeing his beloved Zhang Xin so fiercely defend Chen Xian, grew even more furious. “Let me repeat: Baishan Manor is not a place for riffraff!”

Zhang Xin, faced with such hostility, bit her delicate lip and clenched her fists, trembling with anger.

Lin Meiqi, who was with Lin Feng and Lan Chao, noticed how Zhang Xin stood up for Chen Xian, and couldn’t help but take a few more curious glances at the poorly dressed youth.

Yet, aside from his calm and composed demeanor, Lin Meiqi saw nothing remarkable about Chen Xian. Such a man was absolutely not her type.

Both Lin Meiqi and Zhang Xin were renowned beauties from H State Polytechnic University, and there was a subtle rivalry between them. Seeing Zhang Xin defend such a shabby, unexceptional young man, Lin Meiqi couldn’t help but look down on her—like a flower stuck in cow dung.

“Hmph, girl, since they don’t welcome Chen Xian, we might as well not attend this auction!” Zhang Xingtian snorted coldly, turned, and headed out of Baishan Manor.

Chen Xian had revived his Golden Sands Chrysanthemum, and Zhang Xingtian found the young man agreeable, with high hopes for him. Seeing others insult Chen Xian and show him no respect, Zhang Xingtian was naturally angry.

Zhang Xin fully supported her grandfather’s decision and immediately followed him out.

To Zhang Xin, anyone insulting Chen Xian was insulting herself; it hurt deeply.

At that moment, Mo Shaocong was also fuming, but he ignored Zhang Xingtian and Zhang Xin as they left.

“Chen Xian, let’s go!” Zhang Xin walked up to Chen Xian, took his hand, and said.

“Thank you, Zhang Xin. And thank you, Elder Zhang.” In contrast to others’ emotional agitation, Chen Xian appeared calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the exquisite young woman and smiled. “However, I must attend today’s auction. After all, Elder Mo Baishan personally invited me.”

His words surprised everyone present.

“Elder Mo Baishan is the chairman of Baishan Group, once the richest man in H State. How could he possibly know this penniless youth, let alone invite him personally?”

“This is utterly laughable!”

“Young people nowadays are unbelievable, full of bluster—aren’t they afraid their lies will catch up with them?”

“He says Elder Mo personally invited him. Might as well claim the President did!”

The surrounding wealthy onlookers sneered at Chen Xian’s claim, most doubting his words.

Most of them considered themselves far above ordinary folk, and naturally looked down on someone like Chen Xian, making his words even less credible.

In their eyes, the poor were always full of lies, foolish, and ugly. They disdained their company, let alone believed them.

Heh. Mo Shaocong scoffed, looking at Chen Xian with contempt. “Pauper, are you telling me jokes? How could my grandfather possibly know someone as insignificant as you?”

He simply did not believe his grandfather would invite Chen Xian.

“If you think I’m joking, just call Elder Mo and ask. You’ll find out soon enough,” Chen Xian replied calmly.

Of course, Mo Shaocong would never bother his grandfather with a phone call. He simply said, “You have thirty seconds to leave the grounds of Baishan Manor, or I’ll have security throw you out.”

“Chen Xian, just leave. This isn’t a place for you,” Lan Chao chimed in gleefully.

Looking at Mo Shaocong’s attitude, Chen Xian knew that without an invitation, he would never be allowed into Baishan Manor today.

But he had to attend the auction. He hoped to acquire a jade containing spiritual energy, to prepare for setting up a small gathering array.

If not for the spiritual jade, Chen Xian would never have bothered coming; he’d much prefer refining Gathering Powder at home.

Feeling somewhat helpless, Chen Xian said, “Since you won’t let me in, and won’t call Elder Mo, I’ll have to call him myself.”

He took out his phone, preparing to dial Mo Baishan.

“Time’s up. Security, throw this kid out. Don’t let him pollute our sight any longer!” Mo Shaocong ordered coldly.

At his command, the security personnel did not dare slack off. Their colleague had just been made an example of—slapped and fired for failing in his duty.

They hurriedly surrounded Chen Xian, looking fierce and intimidating.

“If you don’t want a beating, get out of Baishan Manor immediately!” barked the security captain.

The surrounding wealthy guests watched with cold smiles, thinking Chen Xian had brought trouble upon himself.

“Chen Xian, let’s go. This auction isn’t worth attending,” Zhang Xin urged, fearing he might get hurt.

Just then, Chen Xian’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and smiled—it was none other than Mo Baishan himself.