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"Then are you going to see Mr. Song?" Zhong Lingxiu asked.

"It's better not to go, I'll go around." I shook my head.

They didn't say anything, and continued to walk towards the inner hall.I didn't bring any presents, so I went to see Mr. Song.And Mr. Song shouldn't be short of anything, right?I'm going to spend hundreds of thousands to buy a second painting?Or send money directly?None of this is good.

Gifts from others are very expensive, and I don't have that much money to buy expensive items.It would be better not to buy it.If you bought it, it would look shabby in comparison.

Besides, I'm here with Zhong Lingxiu, I don't represent anyone, and I don't want to use this opportunity to curry favor with Mr. Song, why waste money?

Watching them go in, I walked out of the hall instead, and came to the corner of the lawn, even if I stayed in the corner.A dedicated servant still came over with drinks. I took a glass of red wine, tasted it lightly, and then looked around.

Qian Wencai and the others were also on the lawn, and they gathered with a group of handsome men and women.The distance is a bit far, I don't know what they are talking about, but they will look at me from time to time, and occasionally there are laughter from a few beautiful women, as if they are talking about me.

From that contemptuous laugh, I knew it was not a good thing.

Of course, all the second-generation rich and second-generation officials are not monolithic, divided into several circles.After a few minutes, several men and women from another circle came towards me, and one of the young men asked, "You let Zhang Xingchen drill his crotch? It's pretty crazy."

"I'm kidding." I replied calmly.

"Yo, kick his nose on his face." The man laughed, but the next moment, he restrained his smile, and said coldly: "Boy, although I really want to crush Zhang Xingchen, but in the end It's an internal matter in Shanghai, if you hit him as an outsider, it's like hitting all of us in the face, how dare you come here. Are you looking for death?"

"Oh? Slapping Zhang Xingchen in the face is slapping all of you in the face? Then I let him drill his crotch, don't you also drill my crotch? How does it feel to drill your crotch?" I asked back.

"Grass, do you know who I am?" The man's face darkened.

"It's an idiot that I don't even know. If you don't know, ask your mother." I said contemptuously. "To think that the matter of getting into the crotch is also taken on me, thinking that it is something that can put gold on the face? What a fool."

"Looking for death!" The man couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his fist to hit me.

"Young Master Huang, today is Mr. Song's birthday, so you can't do anything." A man behind him urged.

Huang Shao?That was as expected.This guy is a descendant of the Huang family.

Huang Shao took a deep breath, the fist didn't come down after all, but put his index finger deep, pointed at my face, and said coldly: "Let me tell you, today's matter is not over."

I didn't look at him, just took a sip of red wine, and then suddenly sprayed him.

"puff!"

Young Master Huang's face was covered in red wine, as well as my saliva!

He didn't react to it himself, and even more so with his companions.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was in a hurry and I choked." I said apologetically, "Look, why are you standing in front of me?"

"You..." Huang Shao looked at me angrily, his whole body trembling.

"This is another towel, why don't you wipe it?" I put down the wine glass, took out a small towel from my suit pocket, and just about to hand it over and take it back, "Sorry. I forgot to wipe my leather shoes with this towel .”

"Looking for death!" Huang Shao couldn't bear it any longer, and punched me in the face.

Instead of being angry, I showed a sneer. When the fist was about to hit my face, I suddenly slapped his elbow with my left hand. After slapping his fist away, I slapped him with my right hand, fast and accurate.

"Snapped!"

The crisp slap sound resounded around the lawn, Huang Shao was instantly slapped, and everyone around stopped talking and looked this way.

"How dare you hit me? I'm not good at you," Huang Shao scolded.

"Snapped!"

Another slap, directly slapping him to the ground.

"stop!"

When he got up again and was about to continue to fight, Zhong Lingxiu and the others walked over, and the one who yelled and scolded was naturally Qian Wencai's aunt just now.But there is another woman beside her, plus Zhong Lingxiu, there are three beauties in total.

The third woman is naturally Song Ruolan, the second school belle of Fudan University.I have seen pictures of her.Her mother is the second in line, her father is the door-to-door son-in-law, and she also has a younger brother, but she didn't see her today.

In fact, when Huang Shao was about to make a move for the first time and was stopped by his companions, Zhong Lingxiu and the others came out of the hall, but they didn't come over, but paid attention to the situation here.Now that they have done something, they must come forward.

"Don't you guys know that today is my father's 85th birthday? How dare you fight so hard? Does that mean you don't take our Song family seriously?" Qian Wencai's aunt asked coldly.

"It was he who drank alcohol and sprayed it on my face on purpose." Young Master Huang stood up.Pointing at me and said.

"I'm drinking here alone, and I choked on a sip. You won't avoid it? You came to me from the lawn more than [-] meters away, blame me? I didn't run in front of you to spray you in the face Right?" I said coldly.

"You did it on purpose."

"You said it was intentional? Besides, I apologized to you, and everyone heard it. I said sorry twice. I think a rich man like you must be well-educated and will accept my apology, but You actually swung your fists at each other, and instead of being weak, I slapped you twice. Is it my fault? Are you only allowed to hit me, and I am not allowed to fight back? How can there be such a reason?"

"So what if I beat you a country bumpkin? Is this where you should come? You're just a bastard."

"You see, this involves personal attacks. I am indeed from the countryside, and I used to be a gangster, but it seems that you forgot that your Huang family was also a gangster back then." I said with contempt.

"Can you compare to my grandpa? You don't deserve it."

"Enough, this is the end of the matter, no one is allowed to make trouble anymore, or my father will be upset, and none of you will be able to escape." Qian Wencai's aunt said without question.

Huang Shao took a deep look at me, turned and left unwillingly.

"You really dare to cause trouble, and you don't choose a place, let alone see who the enemy is." Qian Wencai's aunt gave me an angry look.But there was not much blame in his tone.

"It's because they picked things up first, what can I do? They can't be powerful, so I just swallow it?" I said helplessly.

"By the way, my name is Song Fengyi, you can call me Sister Yi." She stretched out her hand.I froze for a moment, but still shook hands with her, and found that she was quite strong, and I knew she had practiced it once I tried it.

She went on to introduce Song Ruolan, which made me wonder.Song Fengyi called her sister Zhong Lingxiu, and Song Ruolan called her sister Zhong Lingxiu. It felt like this generational calling was completely messed up.

After all, Song Fengyi is Song Ruolan's sister-in-law.

When I was most puzzled, Song Fengyi asked me to call her Sister Yi, so wouldn't Song Ruolan be a generation shorter than me?But she is also the kind of cold person.I don't like talking very much, and I didn't say anything to her.

I heard from Tang Yong that Song Ruolan is a top student in economics and management. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also a talented woman. Although she is still studying in school, she has already taken over a lot of the Song family's business. She may become a business woman in the future. Woolen cloth.

I don't think we have anything in common with her, and I am a person who keeps her at arm's length.

The same is true for Song Fengyi.

They went to chat with their girlfriends and the like, but I still stayed in the corner of the yard. After taking a sip of the wine, I called Tang Yong and asked him if he knew Song Fengyi.

He said that he knew a little bit. Mr. Song had a daughter in his 50s. He thought it was a boy, but it was a girl. Mr. Song completely broke his heart to have a son.However, Song Fengyi's personality was not like that of a girl since she was a child. Instead, she liked to practice martial arts, like a boy. Perhaps it was because of this that Song Fengyi was most loved by the old man.And when Song Fengyi grew up, she also hated the wealthy sons bullying others the most. The number of sons she had beaten could not be counted on two hands.

The most important thing is that she practiced martial arts since she was a child, and later joined the army. She is very strong, and she is also a woman. Coupled with the influence of Mr. Song, the rich second generation who was beaten by her can only be dumb and eat coptis. Dodge far away, not daring to offend her.

"My elder brother has been beaten by her, but her temper is very similar to yours. You should be able to talk when you see each other." Tang Yong laughed.

"" I shook my head helplessly, "I don't have her background."