Supremely Talented Tyrant

Yin Donghan stared blankly, utterly astounded. "Really? Is this true?"

"Even my father probably can't compare to Teacher Hao; his set only sold for one million, while Teacher's single piece is worth one million. Teacher Hao is the true master here," said Zhang Jia with a bitter smile.

As these words were spoken, the other students also looked at Hao Jian with a gaze filled with respect; this teacher was too incredible, not only was he skilled in medicine, but he also understood pottery, and most importantly, he was a master!

"You say so, but who knows if you're just making up this nonsense to protect your teacher?" Yin Donghan revealed his suspicions, trying his best to smear Hao Jian.

He certainly wouldn't allow Hao Jian to show off in front of Zhao Yating. His actions served two purposes: one was to vent Chen Jingcheng's frustrations, and the other was to prevent Hao Jian from snatching Zhao Yating away from him.

Zhang Jia hummed dismissively, "Do I need to lie to you? If Zhao Yating is willing to sell that teapot to me, I could write her a check for three million right now!"

At that, Yin Donghan didn't know what to say.
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And everyone else looked at Yin Donghan with mocking smiles, knowing that if someone dared to write a check directly to Zhao Yating, how could they be a shill?

"I won't sell it, no matter the price," Zhao Yating held the miniature teapot tightly in her arms, her emotions overwhelming her.

How could she bear to sell something so valuable and filled with such sentimental significance?

Zhao Yating was very emotional; she hadn't expected Hao Jian to give her something so valuable on only their second meeting, and more so, something valuable without being vulgar—this was truly rare.

Seeing Zhao Yating so happy made Yin Donghan's expression turn sour.

"Can you not show off for a single day without dying?" Che Xiaoxiao glared at Hao Jian as well, because she noticed the way those female students were looking at Hao Jian, as if they couldn't wait to devour him.

"What does this have to do with me? I hardly ever said anything, okay?" Hao Jian felt like crying; how had he managed to displease this lady again?

"Che Xiaoxiao, what gives you the right to be so fierce to Teacher Hao? Teacher gave you such a valuable painting and this is how you treat him, do you have no shame?"

Zhao Yating immediately came to Hao Jian's defense upon seeing Che Xiaoxiao's attitude.

"Oh my, it's only a student-teacher relationship, yet you're already protecting him? Aren't you jumping the gun?" Che Xiaoxiao sneered.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Zhao Yating retorted, slightly embarrassed and annoyed.

"What, you don't know what I'm saying?" Che Xiaoxiao surveyed Zhao Yating.

"Enough, are we going to keep this up all night? Are we still celebrating the birthday or not?" Hao Jian was speechless; were these two women never going to stop?

"Teacher Hao, let's go upstairs," Zhao Yating clung to one of Hao Jian's arms and whispered softly.

"Hao Jian, let's go upstairs," Che Xiaoxiao grabbed Hao Jian's other arm, her tone brimming with pride.

Seeing Hao Jian enjoying such favor, all the male students were envious, of course, except for the fuming Yin Donghan.

"Teacher, can I learn pottery from you outside of our courses?"

Zhang Jia looked at Hao Jian with hopeful eyes; his life's ambition was to learn pottery from a master, apart from Traditional Chinese Medicine, pottery was his greatest passion.

"Of course you can, as long as it doesn't affect your studies, I'll teach you!" Hao Jian nodded his head.

"That's great!" Zhang Jia's face turned red with excitement.

With the guidance of such a good teacher, his skills would likely surpass his father's someday.

"Alright, if you want to chat, let's go up and do it there. Drinking in this wind is also a delight, huh?" Luo Tong and his friends started to complain; they'd been talking nonsense all evening down here.

"Okay, okay, let's go, upstairs." Hao Jian hurriedly waved his hand, and a crowd set off majestically up to the KTV.

"Yin Donghan, what do we do now? That kid seems to have some substance to him." At this moment, one of Yin Donghan's friends asked him.

"So what if he knows a bit about art? What's so great about that? We'll play it by ear when we get upstairs and make sure he makes a fool of himself!"

Yin Donghan spoke through clenched teeth. Hao Jian had just made him lose face; would he still be Yin Donghan if he didn't get revenge?

"Don't worry, today I even brought Old Jiang with me. When we get upstairs, let's find an excuse to drink with him. We'll get him drunk and make him embarrass himself!" Another laughed mischievously.

"That's a great idea!"

Yin Donghan also clapped his hands in approval. In this way, they could embarrass Hao Jian without going overboard, and if things went awry, the blame wouldn't fall on him.

"Old Jiang, after we get upstairs, you're the one who'll drink with that kid. With your reputation as the Wine King, you shouldn't lose to him, right?" Yin Donghan looked towards a dark, skinny man beside him.

"Just leave it to me. The name 'Wine King' wasn't given to me for nothing. Be it mixed drinks or foreign liquor, nothing can stump me!" Old Jiang patted his chest in assurance, "Just give me a few minutes, and I'll have him under the table!"

"Good, in a little while, I want him to lose all face in front of Zhao Yating!"

...

Once they got to the KTV, everyone went straight to the luxurious private room and then entered it.

But Hao Jian had barely warmed his seat when Yin Donghan came up with his friends to offer a toast.

"Hao Jian, we might say we came to blows before we made friends. Drink this cup, and all the unpleasantness between us will vanish into smoke and clouds!" Yin Donghan said smilingly.

Hao Jian looked at the brimming jar of liquor and his eyelids twitched twice: "Call this a cup? Shouldn't it be called a jar instead?"

"What's the matter? Scared?" Yin Donghan looked at Hao Jian with a playful glint in his eyes, "If you don't drink, that's like refusing to give a brother face. Don't you want to clear the air with me?"

"Yin Donghan, what are you going on about now?"

Zhao Yating entered the private room and immediately noticed Yin Donghan holding a large jar of liquor in front of Hao Jian, realizing what was happening.

"I'm not going crazy. I just want to resolve the misunderstanding with Hao Jian, that's all." Yin Donghan laughed. "As long as he drinks this cup, all our past grievances will be wiped clean!"

"Trying to kill someone with all that liquor?" Zhao Yating glared and said. Yin Donghan was just making excuses.

"What do you know? A deep emotion means you chug. The more you drink, the deeper the affection. This jar represents my apology to Hao Jian. If he doesn't drink, it means he doesn't accept my apology." Yin Donghan continued unabashedly.

"Teacher Hao, don't mind him; he's just a lunatic." Zhao Yating said bluntly, dismissing Yin Donghan's nonsense.

"What's the matter? He can't drink?" Yin Donghan asked, feigning ignorance.

"Nonsense, if you can drink it, then drink." Zhao Yating retorted sarcastically. Yin Donghan was just being unreasonable.

"If he can't drink, it just means he's not a real man, Old Jiang!" Yin Donghan shouted...

"Here I come!" The dark, skinny guy immediately stepped forward, grabbed the jar of liquor, and began to chug it with gulping sounds.

In no time, they drained the jar to the bottom.