In a private room on the 21st floor of the Royal Hotel, when he saw Mei Chongsheng coming in from the door with a gloomy look on his face, a young man with short hair tilted his head and said.
This young man has a handsome face, a slender figure, extraordinary clothes, and an elegant manner. He exudes the aura of an aristocratic young man. He holds a good-looking woman with his left hand, and his fingers are constantly on the towering peak. He rubbed his hands and held a glass of red wine in his right hand. He was about to clink glasses with a slightly obese young man across from him.
"Master Luo, you must help me this time." Seeing this young man, Master Mei seemed to have seen a savior and begged with red eyes.
"Mr. Mei, what happened?" The slightly fat young man looked Mei Chongsheng up and down, but saw a trace of mud on his clothes, and there was a vague shoe print on his trouser leg, as if he had been beaten. .
"I was beaten." Mei Chongsheng said angrily.
"Hmm." The short-haired man raised his eyebrows and looked at Mei Chongsheng and said, "Young Master Mei, who is so bold as to dare to hit you in your city?"
"A migrant worker." Just by saying the word 'migrant worker', Mei Chongsheng's heart was filled with raging anger, and his eyes flashed with hatred.
"Mr. Mei, are you kidding me? If a migrant worker dares to hit you, it's because you owe him wages." The slightly fat young man said with a smile.
"Master Bi, it's like this." Before Mei Chongsheng could say anything, the middle-aged man behind him told the story of Mei Chongsheng being beaten. Of course, he wouldn't say that Mei Chongsheng hit him first, but that it was Mei Chongsheng who hit him first. The other party provoked trouble and beat Mei Chongsheng, and then relied on Xie Wencai's power to safely enter the Royal Hotel.
After the middle-aged man's words were processed, the two young men, Luo, were extremely angry.
"Mr. Mei, what's his name and where is he now? Let me help you vent your anger." Major General Luo slammed the wine glass in his hand to the countertop. With a "bang" sound, a few drops of red wine spilled from the glass and splashed on his face. Seeing this, the pretty woman next to him lowered his head and licked the red wine in his hand clean like a dog chewing food.
"He has Xie Wencai to support him." Mei Chongsheng was extremely happy when he heard Mr. Luo said that he would help him out, but he still pretended to have a pitiful and helpless look on his face.
"Xie Wencai is nothing, he is just a deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, and he dares to maliciously protect such unruly people." Mr. Luo said disdainfully.
If someone else said this, Mei Chongsheng would definitely think that he was arrogant, but if this came from Mr. Luo, he didn't think there was anything wrong.
Because Mr. Luo has his arrogant capital.
...Xie Wencai just sat there for a while and soon received a call.
"Xiaoyi, I have something urgent to deal with. You guys can talk first." After answering the phone, Xie Wencai walked back and said to Liu Siyi.
"Okay, thank you uncle, I'll see you off." Liu Siyi stood up and said.
"No, you just have fun. If you have free time in the evening, you can come and sit at my house." Xie Wencai waved his hand and said.
"Well, okay, uncle Xie, go slowly." Gao Lin and Ma Liu both stood up and saw each other off.
Watching Xie Wencai leave, the three of them sat down on the sofa again. Gao Lin poured wine into Liu Siyi's half-empty wine glass and asked, "Douwa, is your old man's health okay?"
"Not good." Liu Siyi shook his head, his face slightly gloomy, "Maybe I won't survive the winter."
After hearing this, Gao Lin fell silent. Unconsciously, he thought of the time when he was a child and the kind old man who told them stories about the past all day long.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed by, and now they have all grown up, but that kind old man is gradually moving away from them.
As they were lost in thought, none of the three people spoke. Suddenly, the door opened and several people came in from the outside.
The one who walked to the front was a strange short-haired young man, twenty-four or five years old, with a handsome face and extraordinary talents. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, and a confident smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, as if he was a prince. Generally, he looked around the room with a condescending expression.
To the right of the short-haired young man, standing is a slightly fat young man. Like the short-haired young man, he also has a kind of arrogance about him.
On the left side of the short-haired young man, Mei Chongsheng followed. Just looking at Gao Lin in the room, Mei Chongsheng's eyes were about to burst into flames. He tightened his fists tightly, and he felt like he wanted to rush forward immediately and punch Gao Lin. Lin's head felt like it was being banged.
"You are." Seeing several strangers suddenly enter the room, Liu Siyi couldn't help but frowned.
"Why, isn't Secretary Xie Wencai Xie here?" He walked over in two steps holding a wine glass. The short-haired young man looked at Gao Lin and the others as if they were a swarm of ants.
Seeing the look in the short-haired young man's eyes, both Liu Siyi and Xu Sheng's expressions became very bad.
After living in Kyoto for so many years, who would dare to show such contempt to them?
"Secretary Xie has already left. I have no time to talk to you. Go away." Liu Siyi said very rudely.
Upon hearing Liu Siyi's words, the short-haired young man's eyebrows suddenly raised, a playful smile appeared on his face, and he looked him up and down.
"Brother, what do you call me? Why haven't I seen him before in Nan Province?" Judging from the other party's clothes, the short-haired young man knew that he was not an ordinary person.
How can ordinary people afford to wear an Armani suit worth tens of thousands of yuan?
However, just because his clothes are expensive does not mean that he has a transcendent status. A nouveau riche like that can wear clothes worth tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of dollars, but to him, he is like an ant. , as long as he wants to, he can be easily killed by moving his fingers.
These days, just having money is not enough. If you don’t have power in your hands, you are worthless. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people trying their best to squeeze into the system.
"Ha, here you come to find out more about me." Liu Siyi laughed, turned the wine glass in his hand, looked at the short-haired young man, and said coldly, "You are not qualified yet."
As soon as he finished saying the word "ge", the short-haired young man flicked his right hand, and the half glass of red wine in his hand suddenly spilled out, and landed on Liu Siyi's handsome face with a "pop" sound.
As soon as they saw the other party attacking Liu Siyi, Gao Lin and Ma Liu immediately stood up from their seats.
"Brother Lin Zi, wait a minute." Liu Siyi reached out to hold Gao Lin, stood up from his seat, raised his left hand, scratched his cheek with his fingertips, put it in his mouth, licked it, and nodded with a smile to the short-haired young man. Said: "Good wine, if we guessed correctly, it should be the 1983 Medusa."
After that, he ignored the red wine flowing like blood on his face, bent down and picked up the wine glass on the counter, and walked slowly down to the short-haired young man.
Seeing Liu Siyi approaching slowly, for some reason, the short-haired young man suddenly felt the urge to retreat.
However, the arrogance in his heart told him that no matter what, he could not retreat, otherwise, he, Mr. Luo, would lose his face.
