Chapter 121 Men have two things they cannot bear

Qinyuju, a restaurant outside the Rose Holy Sanctuary, may not be on par with the Burj Al Arab, but it's still considered top-notch in this area.

In one of the private rooms inside, there was a lively atmosphere at the moment.

Facing a table full of delicacies, Old Wang was enthusiastically saying, "Axi, you don't know, let me introduce her to you properly. This is Famier, the dean’s disciple, the best potion master in the Rose Holy Sanctuary, and the head of the Institute of Potions. She's beautiful and powerful. In our Rose Institute of Potions, who wouldn't respect my junior sister Famier? Come, come, have a drink with me and my junior sister Famier!"

Fantasy quickly picked up his glass. Everyone present was either a senior disciple or a department head, and he would never have dared to attend such an occasion if not for Old Wang.

Even with Old Wang by his side, Axi still seemed somewhat awkward. "Senior Sister Famier, please take it easy; I'll finish mine."

"Senior Sister? Call her junior sister!" Old Wang glared, this fatso just had no talent for flirting.

Today was Su Yue's treat, nothing major, just friends gathering. The main guests were the brothers from the Foundry, while Famier was Su Yue's close friend and the head of the Institute of Potions.

When Old Wang heard she was coming, he also invited Fantasy. This guy was being toyed with by Rachel simply because he lacked experience. As his big brother, it was his duty to introduce him to more women.

After all, their relationship was closer than blood brothers, and he often swore oaths on their bond. Old Wang felt sorry for him and wanted to make things up for him.

Speaking of which, Fantasy was quite well-known in Rose, having spent nearly ten thousand Euros chasing after Rachel. There were many richer people in Rose, but few were as generous with women as he was, making him a professional mark in the Rose Holy Sanctuary.

Would anyone think he was a devoted warm-hearted man?

Ha.

"Wang Feng, have some shame. Famier is already in third year, and you're calling her junior sister? You're only in second year!" Patu chimed in, trying to undermine him.

The relationship in the Foundry had improved recently. Wang Feng always wore a smile and got along well with everyone, making it hard to hit a smiling face. Additionally, Patu felt that Wang Feng and Su Yue weren't serious about each other, and Wang Feng kept a low profile in class, so he gradually stopped targeting Old Wang.

"Exactly, and you're from the Foundry and Rune Academy, how did you become 'our Institute of Potions'?" Lu Ren said, "You’re too fickle!"

"How can I not call it 'our Institute of Potions'? After all, I'm from there," Old Wang glared. "By age, I’m older than junior sister Famier, so calling her junior sister is perfect. Who dares disagree?"

Famier looked a bit embarrassed. "That doesn’t seem right, does it?"

Famier was relatively petite, shorter than Su Yue, and dressed conservatively. It was rumored that she had some family connection with Dean Fama.

"Famier, you don’t know him. Don’t take him seriously; just listen."

"Su Yue, we’re close, but this is slander."

"Oh, we didn’t know that."

Amidst the banter, Famier drank a cup, her face slightly flushed. Old Wang kicked Fantasy, who usually talked a lot but was silent when it mattered.

Seeing Famier drink, Old Wang raised his glass again, his face glowing. "Brothers and sisters from the Foundry, and my respected junior sister Famier, as your best friend, I won’t beat around the bush. My campaign for the head of the Autonomous Council needs your support. Please vote for me, Wang Feng. I’ll drink first!"

Everyone stared at him blankly. What was going on?

The election for the Autonomous Council president had been a hot topic in Rose recently, with high attention. Who would become the president was a subject of much discussion.

To be honest, although the Martial Dao Courtyard was the largest division in Rose, Luo Lan wasn’t without competition. For example, Ning Zhiyuan from the Wizard Academy could challenge him, especially since Ma Tan, who used to be a strong supporter, had caused some recent scandals.

Even Famier, as the head of the large Institute of Potions and with a good reputation, could be competitive if she ran. However, no one thought Wang Feng would be a contender.

Everyone except Fantasy was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"Hold on." Patu laughed. "Wang Feng, you’re not serious, are you? You really want to run?"

"As the head of the Rune Academy, running for president is natural. Why not?"

"Yes, yes, you’re legitimate, but your opponents are too strong. Luo Lan is the clear favorite. Why go and embarrass yourself?" Lu Ren jeered. "Look, even our junior sisters Su Yue and Famier, who are excellent, have given up. So, Old Wang, listen to us and don’t embarrass yourself."

"That’s not right," Old Wang smiled. "Because Su Yue and Famier aren’t running, I should. An election without a proper opponent is boring. Wouldn’t you agree?"

"Pfft..." Patu almost choked. Worrying about the opponent not winning enough was a unique excuse. "Do you think you’re a match?"

"Of course!" Old Wang was brimming with confidence. "In terms of position, both he and I are heads of our divisions. In terms of support, I have 100% support in the Rune Academy, while he struggles in the Martial Dao Courtyard. In terms of background, he has his Dean Damo, and I have my Principal Karida, who’s higher! In terms of honors, he only has one Purple Gold Rose Medal, while I have the Purple Gold Rose Medal and the Gold Professional Medal... I have more honors!"

Old Wang slapped his thigh, satisfied. "Even if I hold back, it’s at least a fifty-fifty chance."

Everyone was speechless. While his words weren’t wrong, something felt off.

For instance, claiming 100% support in the Rune Academy, which only had three people, compared to the Martial Dao Courtyard with hundreds, was absurd. Everyone found it laughable.

Famier and others now understood what Su Yue meant—this guy wasn’t serious.

"If Su Yue and Famier were running, I’d step aside immediately. We’re friends, and I’m all about loyalty. But since they’re not, why wouldn’t you support me? Who else would you support? My opponents? That’s not very friendly!" Old Wang’s expressions were vivid.

Disciples of the Holy Sanctuary might not be great, but they had principles.

"Cough, cough..." Patu and Lu Ren were taken aback. Though they didn’t consider him a brother, they had maintained a surface-level friendship.

Men can’t tolerate two things: being called disloyal and being told they’re inadequate. Using these to tease them always works.

"We’re not unsupportive," Patu chuckled nervously. "We’re just warning you. We don’t want you to lose badly!"

Su Yue, as the organizer, helped smooth things over. "Wang Feng, we’ll definitely support you, but we’re just a few votes. You need to win over the rest of the Foundry."

"Exactly, they won’t support you just because we do."

"Of course, the president must benefit everyone. What do they lack most?"

"Money!"

The dim-witted Fantasy finally spoke, hitting the nail on the head. He truly was a good brother.

"Right!" Old Wang slammed the table confidently. "If I become president, all Foundry disciples will get a 30% discount on materials and finished products at Anhe Hall!"

The forging shops in Aurora City are numerous, but the only one that truly stands out is Anhe Hall.

However, Anhe Hall is really expensive. A seven percent discount is simply unbelievable. Even Zeppelin’s famous tough and ruthless decision-making disciple can only get a ten percent discount.

“This can’t be true, right?” Patu and the others didn’t believe it.

“How could I lie to you? There’s a condition: I have to be the one making the purchase to get this discount. We’ll tally everything up at the end of each month, and I’ll go directly to Anbolin!” said Wang Feng.

“Wang Feng, this isn’t a joke. If you say it out loud, you’ll have to deliver. Otherwise, you’ll incur everyone’s wrath, and no one will be able to protect you.”

“Pfft, a man without integrity cannot stand. Besides, I’m the president; it’s a small matter!” Old Wang was quite confident about this. People like Zeppelin are easy to deal with; as long as you don’t care about your reputation, there’s nothing you can’t overcome.

Su Yue had guessed a bit. The last time Anbolin and Lao Luo tried to recruit Wang Feng in front of everyone, they seemed to have promised him some discounts at Anhe Hall.

But how would Wang Feng handle the relationship between Lao Luo and Anbolin?

“Wang Feng, you’re not planning to defect, are you? Lao Luo would kill you!” Su Yue laughed.