Chapter 12: Are you anxious if I don’t smoke?

"Who? Chen Yu?"

Zhang Qiaoyun smiled directly: "Ling'er, are you confused because you didn't sleep last night?"

"That's an extended Lincoln. Do you think he's worthy of being a beggar like him?"

"If he really has the ability to sit in Lincoln, will he stay in our house and not get rid of him?"

Song Ling'er frowned. She had just turned back for a moment, in a daze.

"Maybe it's my eyesight."

Song Ling'er laughed at herself, saying that she worked until three or four in the morning yesterday, and she is still a little dazzled today.

"But everyone seems to be looking at us in a good way today." Zhang Qiaoyun glanced around.

Many people in suits and ties looked at them with disdain.

Song Ling'er shook her head and smiled: "That's because I was the only one who submitted the cooperation letter online first, and they thought I was stupid."

This is a formal and cumbersome process, and those people prefer to give gifts through relationships and have some fun.

"But it doesn't matter, no matter what they think, I just do myself."

Song Ling'er snorted coldly and walked to the investment channel with a paper letter of intent.

"I'm sorry, Miss, only one person can enter the investment channel." The staff stopped Zhang Qiaoyun directly.

"We are together and have tickets." Song Ling'er said.

"This is a rule!" The other party looked indifferent.

"It's okay, Ling'er. Let's go through the ordinary passage and find you later." Zhang Qiaoyun could only take his assistant to queue up.

...

And here Chen Yu and Zhao Ziyun entered the villa,

"Boss, they are recruiting business now. The banquet starts at ten o'clock. I will take you to the VIP room first."

Chen Yu waved his hand: "No, your phone has been ringing just now. Go and do your work. I have both hands and feet."

He really doesn't get used to being a maid.

"Then I'll go pick up my uncle first." Zhao Ziyun bowed and backed away.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, turned around by himself for a while,

"Hey, boy, are you hanging around here? Come over here and help us move things!"

Suddenly, a worker decorating the venue nearby shouted to Chen Yu.

Everyone else was wearing suits and leather shoes, but Chen Yu was wearing clothes bought by Song Ruyan at the street stall, which looked exactly like these workers.

Chen Yu was stunned: "Are you calling me?"

"Nonsense, I won't tell you who to call..."

Before the worker finished speaking, a surprised voice sounded:

"Chen Yu? Why are you here?"

Zhao Qiaoyun walked in quickly and saw Chen Yu talking to the workers. Zhang Qiaoyun even said with disdain:

"You are really hopeless. You can't survive if you don't stick to us, right?"

"It's really fun to pretend to be a worker and sneak in."

"Uh..." Chen Yu was speechless: "I was invited."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhang Qiaoyun quickly waved his hand: "Can you save that damn tongue of yours to deceive others?"

"I just ask you to get out of here!"

"Stop pestering us, or I'll find someone to kill you! Trash!"

"Madam, let's go, the time is almost up." The assistant reminded quickly.

Before leaving, Zhang Qiaoyun gave Chen Yu a sharp look as a warning.

"Hahaha!"

As soon as Zhang Qiaoyun stepped forward, Chen Yu heard a burst of ridicule.

I turned around and saw that it was none other than Ma Rongrong and her round-ball husband Zhu Qiang!

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Chen who was invited away by the Song family? Why are you being treated like a dog by the Song family?"

Ma Rongrong came sarcastically, and they saw clearly what had just happened.

"Last time, you used the Song family to show off your authority at my wedding. Now you, you stinky beggar, are pretending again!"

The two of them were in a good mood: "You lost dog."

"Pooh!"

Ma Rongrong also spit on the ground:

"This is a gift specially given to you by this lady. If you kneel down and lick it like a dog to make me happy, I will let you go."

"Otherwise, if we shake your dick, the people from Tianhe Villa may break your legs or even chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs."

The two of them now looked like they were superior to each other. They felt that they had caught Chen Yu's hand.

But Chen Yu glanced at them lightly:

"roll!"

Zhu Qiang was angry: "Baby, you don't have the protection of the Song family anymore, why are you pretending to be your mother?"

"You should be lucky that this is Tianhe Tea House, otherwise I would have whipped you to death just with your word "Go"..."

"Crack!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yu slapped him hard on the face with his backhand.

"Grrrrrr!"

This slap made the fat pig-like Zhu Qiang roll to the ground several times before he stopped, and several bloody teeth were dropped along the way.

Chen Yu expressionlessly picked up the tissue next to him and wiped his hands:

"Damn, a hand full of oil!"

And this slap also silenced the noisy venue.

No one believed that someone would dare to hit someone at such an important banquet.

Doesn’t this slap the face of the owner of Tianhe Villa, the Ziyun Group, and the legendary business king Zhao Wentian?

After Ma Rongrong was stunned, she raised her finger and pointed at Chen Yu: "You bitch, how dare you..."

"Crack!"

Chen Yu slapped him again with his forehand: "Are you so anxious even if this slap doesn't hit your face?"

Then he wiped his hands with a look of disgust: "Grass, it's all pink!"

The two of them hugged each other and struggled to stand up, their eyes filled with resentment.

Today is the second time. They came to the banquet to show off and save face, not to make people laugh!

"You bastard, who are you? How dare you make a big party?"

But at this moment, the security guards of the villa came in angrily, and they were even trembling with anger.

Such an important banquet was held in their villa, and the superiors repeatedly emphasized that nothing would happen, but now there was a beating incident.

Besides, the person who did it was a migrant worker!

Chen Yu was picked up by Zhao Ziyun personally, so they naturally had no right to know.

Zhu Qiang immediately shouted: "My name is Zhu Qiang, and I am the nephew of your village owner. He sneaked in and ruined the banquet without an invitation!"

"Boy, kneel down!" the security guard shouted.

Chen Yu raised his eyebrows: "They are making trouble, and you want me to kneel down?"

"They are guests, you are a pariah, kneel down!" the leading security guard shouted angrily.

Zhu Qiang and Ma Rongrong sneered: "You bastard, this is the status gap, beggars should lie in the garbage!"

Chen Yu looked at the security guards and narrowed his eyes: "What if I don't?"

"Looking for death!" Several security guards became angry, yelled and rushed forward.

"Bah bang bang!"

Chen Yu didn't hold back, he slapped each one, and all the security guards fell to the ground.

No one around them expected this scene.

Zhu Qiang and Ma Rongrong did not expect that Chen Yu would hit several of them.

Chen Yu stepped on the security leader's face: "Discrimination?"

"Then who told you that I am no longer a guest?"

"Chen Yu?" Suddenly, a voice of surprise came from the venue!

Song Ling'er came quickly with a puzzled look on her face:
Chapter completed!