Conquer the world from check-in

Chapter 8 The Legendary Doufu
"How dare you say my mouth smells bad!"

Being scolded by Fang Feng pointing at his nose, Lin Jian certainly couldn't be in a good mood. He has been pampered and spoiled for half his life, so no one would dare to talk to him like that.

Subconsciously, he was about to turn against Fang Feng.

"Students, our cultural hall performance has officially started, let us have the first dance program brought by the Department of Financial Management!"

Just as Lin Jian here wanted to have a fit, the performance on the stage started. The noisy scene quieted down after a while, and the cultural hall gradually became calmer.

"Lin Jian, we'll talk about it later."

Seeing that her boyfriend was about to get mad, Chen Qian, who didn't want to show off in the cultural hall, immediately pulled Lin Jian, signaling that people around him had already turned their attention to them.

"Okay, I'll let you go when the show starts, don't leave later, I want to see if you really have such a rich family background!"

Lin Jian also understood the reason why it couldn't happen at this time, and after weighing it up, he finally chose to sit down.

It's just that the temporary balance still couldn't quell the anger in his heart, and he left Fang Feng with a ruthless sentence to end and don't leave to prove his heroism.

"All right, all right, I won't go, let's see how you eat the chair later."

A certain person from the other side has been sitting here all this time and has not offended anyone. Lin Jian, a mad dog, has been chasing him since he came up, so of course he can't admit it.

What's more, now that his assets are over [-] million, a single stake in the Emgrand Hotel is estimated to be able to crush Lin Jian to death. I really don't know what this rich second-generation son can use to fight him.

To deal with this kind of fool, Fang Feng is of course not polite. Lin Jian snorted coldly when he heard the lazy tone, and the initial confrontation between the two sides came to an end.

Seeing the dispute between Fang Feng and Lin Jian, Xia Qing silently pulled his sister Qian, and said, "Sister Qian, we saw classmate Fang driving over with our own eyes that day, and you asked Lin Jian to bet against him... …”

"What!" Shaking her head, Chen Qian still had disdain on her face: "Do you really believe that a poor boy who delivers food can afford a luxury car? Now that there are so many places to rent a car, who knows if he spends money?" It's a gimmick."

"Okay, Xiaoqing, don't bother with this matter anymore, and watch the show with peace of mind."

After all, Chen Qian stopped talking to Xia Qing and took Lin Jian's arm instead.

At this time, on the stage, one after another young seniors appeared in everyone's field of vision. It is midsummer now, and the aesthetics has become more open in recent years. The dances of the seniors really feasted the eyes of the audience below. .

"Look, sister Wen Wen is out!"

At Xia Qing's reminder, everyone's eyes immediately turned to the other corner of the stage.

I saw a girl in a long skirt who looked like a fairy walking from the edge to the center of the stage. The spinning dance moved the hearts of everyone on the stage.

With a delicate face and a figure like a devil, this is Liu Wenwen, who was once known as the number one beauty in the University of Finance and Economics.

In fact, in a sense, this is not the past. After all, Liu Wenwen is still a hot spot on many campus lists, and he can often beat others by a few blocks in terms of popularity and appearance.

It's just that such a young and beautiful girl has never been in love for so many years in college.

Every year, many people who heard about Liu Wenwen's good looks pursue her affectionately. However, whether they are handsome boys on campus or famous second-generation rich people in Yanjing, they all bow down in front of Liu Wenwen. This wealthy and charming flower is still with her. No one picks.

It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why the cultural hall is so full today is that at least half of the people came for Liu Wenwen's name. My brother came early to line up.

If Xia Qing hadn't taken the seat, Fang Feng and the others might not have been so blessed to sit in the front row.

While Fang Feng was bragging and farting with his roommate, Lin Jian looked at Liu Wenwen on the stage, a trace of greed and possessive desire flashed in his eyes.

He asked Chen Qian beside him: "Xiaoqian, do you know who Liu Wenwen is, and why she didn't fall for so many suitors."

"Liu Wenwen?"

Hearing this question, Chen Qian was slightly taken aback: "I just heard that their family belongs to a consortium in Yanjing, and she is the only daughter of that consortium. It's just that she is not very popular for some reason, so she came to our school."

"But although it's not considered favored, it's still not something that ordinary people can provoke, so those suitors are all honest with Liu Wenwen, and they don't dare to use any privileges in front of her."

From Chen Qian's mouth, Lin Jian can probably understand Liu Wenwen's family background.

As the son of a big businessman, Lin Jian clearly understands the meaning of the word consortium and the energy behind it.

You must know that in a situation like Lin Jian's family, they can only be regarded as relatively wealthy bosses at best, and it is impossible for them to compete with the above-mentioned financial groups in terms of black and white forces.

As the saying goes, a consortium can create countless rich people, but no amount of money can form a unified consortium.

With such a blessing behind them, even if they are not favored, these suitors cannot be offended, and it is no wonder that some of them will not do black hands.

"The consortium..."

After going through these words again in his mind, Lin Jian began to calculate in his heart that if his family could offend the support of such a consortium dominating Yanjing, then they would definitely be able to reach a higher level within a few years.

At this time, Chen Qian of course couldn't know what Lin Jian was thinking, let alone know that she was just a plaything that could be discarded at any time in Lin Jian's eyes.

It is impossible for a woman who has no self-worth to catch a rich man forever.

At this time, Chen Qian was only imagining how Lin Jian would slap Fang Feng in the face later, in order to earn back her own face.

Time passed by little by little, and after Liu Wenwen stepped down, the next performance was not so captivating.

Before I knew it, the afternoon was about to slip away. With the concluding remarks of the host, the performance was officially over.

Just when Fang Feng and the others were about to go out to have a meal and reward themselves, an annoying voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"Hey, Fang Feng, you're not planning to leave just like that, are you? Where's your sports car?"

Apparently, Lin Jian still wanted to slap Fang Feng hard in the face, but his face was still full of disdain and arrogance. Fang Feng and the others just wanted to rush up and beat him up.

"I love you so much, I don't want you to really eat the chair, but I didn't expect you to deliver it to your door yourself, it's really unbelievable."

Shaking his head, Fang Feng didn't care about the arrogance of the guy in front of him at all.

After all, he will soon be eating chairs.

The voices of Fang Feng and Lin Jian were not too low, and the cultural hall was crowded with people. Soon someone discovered the battle in the front row, and someone recognized Lin Jian.

"Why do I think that person misses Lin Jian, the famous rich second generation of our school, why is he arguing with him here?"

"It's not like, he is. The one standing next to him is called Chen Qian, who is his girlfriend. I heard what they said because the kid next to him said he had a sports car, and then quarreled?"

While someone recognized Lin Jian, someone also saw Fang Feng's familiar background: "Damn, isn't the one who quarreled with Lin Jian the famous McLaren owner on the school's Internet?"

"Damn it, it's two rich men quarreling. I remember the owner's name is Fang Feng."

"This is what the legend says, Dou Fu?"

(End of this chapter)