However, when it lands on your head, face, and clothes, it doesn't look so good.
Jiang Shuo's expression froze, looking bewildered, as if he hadn't expected this at all.
"You..."
"What are you doing!"
Before Jiang Shuo could speak, Yan Jiale already scread.
She pointed at Dapeng, her eyes wide open: "You actually dared to splash Brother Shuo with wine, do you have a death wish?"
"Splash!"
A large cup of cold wine surged forward, drenching her without rcy into a drowned rat.
The elegant dress imdiately lost its luster.
"If you hadn't spoken, I almost forgot about you."
Dapeng casually put down the cup he had picked up, clapped his hands relaxedly: "Don't think just because you're a woman, I won't hit you. I'm quite particular about gender equality."
"You... you..."
Yan Jiale's body trembled, her hand pointed at Dapeng, trembling almost unable to speak.
"This is the difference between us." Jiang Shuo recovered imdiately, gently wiped his collar, and said calmly:
"When sothing happens, you only know to use force and not your brain. You can't stand a few words from others. What big things can you achieve in the future?"
"Pah!" Dapeng cursed angrily:
"Do I need your criticism?"
"Not hitting you is all for Hanhan's sake."
"Heh..." Jiang Shuo sneered lightly:
"Vulgar, you think the power of your fist is great? You think getting angry can change everything? You are really naïve."
"Security!"
He raised his hand, pointing at Dapeng:
"This person doesn't have an invitation and snuck in. Take him out!"
The commotion had long since attracted security personnel, who stepped forward imdiately upon hearing this, gesturing towards Dapeng:
"Sir, please show your invitation, or sothing to prove your identity."
Dapeng's expression froze.
"If you don't have it..." Seeing his troubled expression, the security personnel straightened slightly, showing a solemn look:
"We'll have to escort you out."
"Sorry." Seeing several security personnel surrounding him, a female voice echoed distantly as she parted the crowd and approached Dapeng:
"Mr. Dapeng, Boss Fang is waiting for you inside."
"Everyone."
She turned back, looking at the crowd:
"This is a misunderstanding. I have Mr. Dapeng's invitation here."
With that, she waved her phone, showing an invitation screenshot on it with a unique code, impossible to forge.
"Manager Xia."
"Xia Hong?"
"Is it you?"
The crowd whispered, and Dapeng recognized Xia Hong, then said:
"Is Monk inside?"
"...Yes." Xia Hong hesitated for a mont, realizing the "Monk" he ntioned was Fang Zheng, and couldn't help but smile:
"I didn't realize Boss Fang had such a nickna, but it's quite fitting, being indifferent and uninterested in won. Mr. Dapeng, please co with ."
......
"Boss Fang!"
"Boss Jiang!"
"I've heard so much about you!"
"You're too kind..."
The banquet proceeded on ti. Boss Jiang arrived nearby with his two children, warmly shaking Fang Zheng's hand up and down.
"Dapeng, right!"
Shifting his gaze, Boss Jiang smiled at Dapeng and nodded:
"I've heard from Hanhan about you, indeed a promising young man. I heard you're also a shareholder of Square Porcelain. Please take care of Hanhan in the future."
"Uncle..." Dapeng's expression stiffened:
"Yes."
"Dapeng." Changed into a suit, Jiang Shuo stepped forward, extending his hand:
"Let's officially et, I'm Hanhan's older brother. We should get together more often."
"..." Dapeng extended his hand, shaking it with the other:
"Sure."
Jiang Han also gave him a sweet smile.
?
"Monk."
When no one else ca to toast, Dapeng said in a low voice:
"I know you've made it big in business, but I didn't expect it to be this big. Even these wealthy people are eager to know you."
"But..."
"When did I beco a shareholder of Square Porcelain?"
"At the ti, the office was short-staffed, so I added you to the count and gave you one percent shares. You forgot." Fang Zheng said casually:
"Not just you, my master and Erqiu also had shares back then."
"As for the business growing big..."
"That's not a good thing, even your little girlfriend's attitude towards you has changed. Looks like there really might be a celebratory drink soon."
"Sigh!"
Dapeng sighed lightly, with a complex expression:
"This is not at all like I imagined."
"What's different?" Fang Zheng asked:
"Having a beauty's heart, isn't that enough?"
"You don't understand." Dapeng shook his head:
"I feel... she's not interested in as a person, but... in my money."
"You're overthinking it." Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, looking speechless:
"Your shares aren't worth that much, others aren't lacking."
"Hmm..."
"I'll take a call."
Waving his hand, he took out his phone and walked to a quiet spot, pressing the answer button.
"Fang Zheng."
"Sothing seems off."
Wen Lei's serious voice sounded from the phone.
"Hmm." Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:
"What's wrong?"
"Suddenly, a lot of videos appeared online slandering Square Porcelain, so from well-known influencers, and even bloggers focused on the luxury industry." Wen Lei's voice carried panic:
"From Blood Porcelain being unlucky to Thunder Walking Red Porcelain being overpriced to cut leeks, the popularity suddenly surged. Soone must be ssing around."
"People have already started returning goods."
Hmm?
Fang Zheng squinted his eyes, looking up at the second floor.
Upstairs.
Mu Yuanchun raised his glass, showing a light smile.
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