Chapter 343: Where can we not meet each other in life (Part 2)
"Get out."
Three words resounded throughout the private room, and the three words he said made everyone stunned. There were various expressions, including surprise, excitement, and fear.
Wen Jiaren, who was in high spirits, originally thought that the person who opened the door was a waiter, and was about to ask the waiter to call Manager Xu to come in so that he could tell Manager Xu to do something.
Before he could speak, Wen Jiaren saw clearly that the person who came in was not a waiter, but his mortal enemy Yang Xiaole.
Seeing Yang Xiaole, the smile on Wen Jiaren's face suddenly froze. His face, which was originally red from drinking, instantly turned pale.
What made him even more angry was Yang Xiaole's words, get out? In front of so many people, Yang Xiaole actually told him to get out?
"Can't you hear me? Get out." Yang Xiaole said again, with an expression full of disdain.
Song Xuemei was extremely worried and pulled her son away, telling him not to do this. The other party was also a figure after all, and if he offended him, he might get into a lot of trouble.
"Mom, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Yang Xiaole comforted him. He didn't want to bully others, but Wen Jiaren is really not a fool. He knew that the person in the private room had booked it, but he insisted on grabbing it. It was just an itch.
Manager Xu's expression changed drastically as he stood next to Yang Xiaole. He guessed what would definitely happen today. Wen Jiaren's background was not weak, and Yang Xiaole was not easy to mess with. Who in Pengcheng didn't know his name, Yang Wenshen?
"Brother." Yang Sha was very worried and couldn't help but pull Yang Xiaole. She was from Dongcheng, how could she not know the secretary of the Dongcheng Provincial Party Committee? He was definitely a powerful figure.
Yang Xiaole just patted the back of Yang Sha's hand gently, but still stared at Wen Jiaren. "What? You can't understand people? You don't need me to repeat it again, do you?"
"Yang Xiaole, who do you think you are? You are the one who wants to get out." Maybe because he had drunk some wine, and because there were so many people in front of him, he couldn't stand it, so he contradicted Yang Xiaole.
Yang Xiaole said contemptuously: "I am not anyone, but I booked this private room. Now I want to eat, do you understand? I don't want to do anything, and don't force me to do it. Go out and take your friends with you." This private room.
, Yang Xiaole is determined.
"Did you book the room? Is there any evidence that you booked the room?" Wine can embolden one's courage. In the past, Wen Jiaren would never have had such courage.
Yang Xiaole was stunned. He didn't expect Wen Jiaren to be such a rogue. It was rare. This guy was also the son of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary after all, right? After saying these words, wasn't he afraid of losing his father's face?
"Did you order it?" Yang Xiaole asked back.
"Yang Xiaole, not everyone is afraid of you, Yang Wenshen, damn, who the hell do you think you are?" Perhaps because Yang Xiaole didn't take action, Wen Jiaren became more and more courageous.
Yang Xiaole raised his lips, sneered and slowly walked towards Wen Jiaren.
When Wen Jiaren saw Yang Xiaole walking towards him, he immediately felt a pressure. This pressure made him very scared, and he also sobered up a lot. After all, the name of the God of Plague was not something he could live up to.
"You...what do you want?" Wen Jiaren took a step back and kept a certain distance from Yang Xiaole.
"Can you get out?" Wen Jiaren took a step back, and Yang Xiaole stepped forward.
"Why? I'll leave if you tell me to?"
Yang Xiaole ignored Wen Jiaren, but turned to Manager Xu and said, "Manager Xu, don't be surprised if I make trouble here later."
"Mr. Yang, please don't be impulsive and calm down." Manager Xu was extremely anxious, fearing that Yang Xiaole would cause trouble here.
"Son, forget it, let's change places." Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Song Xuemei was extremely worried. The people did not fight with the officials. If his son beat Wen Jiaren, then the father behind him would definitely not sit idly by and ignore it.
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"Wen, is he your friend?" a foreigner asked Wen Jiaren.
"Friend? Is he worthy?" Wen Jiaren said scornfully. He could be friends with everyone in the world, but he would not be friends with Yang Xiaole.
Yang Xiaole didn't take it seriously. In the eyes of others, Wen Jiaren was the son of the secretary of the provincial party committee and he was superior. But in Yang Xiaole's eyes, Wen Jiaren was not even as good as a dog. He could trample on him as much as he wanted, especially now that he had something in his hand.
After learning the criminal evidence against Wen Lijiang, I felt even more confident.
In the past two days, Yang Xiaole was still thinking about whether to touch Wen Lijiang. After all, the other party had not come to mess with him during this period. But now, Yang Xiaole has changed his mind and is determined to teach Wen Lijiang a lesson. Even his own son cannot teach him well.
, what qualifications do you have to govern such a large province?
"I'll give you five seconds. If you don't get out after five seconds, I'll kick you out."
"Five seconds? I just won't go out, what can you do to me?" Wen Jiaren also became angry and determined to spend time with Yang Xiaole. It's about face, so many people are watching, if he chooses to back down now, others will
How do you treat him? Of course, if he and Yang Xiaole are the only ones who are different, he can choose to retreat.
"five."
"Four."
"three"
"two"
As Yang Xiaole counted down, the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak of tension. Everyone had their hearts in their throats, worried about what would happen next, especially in the restaurant. Manager Xu was even sweating with anxiety.
"one"
As soon as Yang Xiaole finished speaking, his fist began to move, and he kept hitting Wen Jiaren.
How could Wen Jiaren be Yang Xiaole's opponent? After being punched a few times, the guy screamed in agony. The foreigners who came with him tried to stop him, but Yang Xiaole warned him, "This is between him and me.
You'd better stay out of it."
Several foreigners were frightened by the murderous aura emanating from Yang Xiaole, and they all froze there and did not dare to move.
"Stop fighting, I'm out, I'm leaving." Wen Jiaren is a weakling. After only a few punches, he was afraid. The kind of pain was definitely not something he could bear, so he chose to give in.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't expect that Yang Xiaole would actually take action. They knew that the other party was the son of the provincial party committee secretary. If they beat him, would it be okay?
"Get lost." After stopping, Yang Xiaole roared coldly again.
This time, Wen Jiaren did not dare to say a word, got up from the ground and left in embarrassment with several of his friends, while Yang Xiaole acted as if nothing was wrong.
"Dad, Mom, sit down, it's finally quiet." Yang Xiaole said.
"Son, um, is everything going to be okay with that one just now?" Song Xuemei was so nervous that her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She almost didn't recognize this son. Is this still her son?
"Haha, what can happen? Mom, don't worry, it's okay. That kind of person should be taught a lesson." Yang Xiaole consoled her.
From the scene just now, it is easy to see that this is not the first time that conflicts have arisen between Yang Xiaole and Wen Jiaren. It seems that Wen Jiaren does not get any benefits every time.
Everyone sat down uneasily, and Yang Xiaole started to order. This guy ordered more than 20 dishes in one go before he stopped.
"Xiao Le? Are you really okay?" Yang Jiang was always worried and his brows were twitching, as if something was always going to happen. That feeling of uneasiness made him very uncomfortable.
"Dad, don't worry, it's okay if I say it's okay." Yang Xiaole has said this many times, but the effect is not very great, which makes Yang Xiaole feel helpless. Thinking about it, you can't blame them. It's normal to worry. After all, Wen
Jiaren’s background is not small.
Yang Jiang hesitated to speak, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't say it and swallowed all the words.
In fact, Yang Jiang wanted his son Youhou not to be so impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil and can easily get into trouble.
Yang Xiaole didn't want to cause trouble. He didn't want to cause trouble at any time, but trouble came to him every time. In this case, he had to face it bravely.
Just because he doesn't want to cause trouble doesn't mean he will be afraid of trouble.
Soon, the food started to arrive. Xu Qiangli, perhaps seeing how tough Yang Xiaole was, took the initiative to offer him a bottle of red wine as a way of currying favor and apologizing to Yang Xiaole. It was better not to mess with this kind of person.
"Second uncle, second aunt, you are welcome."
"Xiao Le, I'm so sorry for causing trouble for you," Yang Hai said.
"Haha, if you are referring to what happened just now, then you don't have to worry at all, I didn't take it seriously at all." Yang Xiaole wondered if he was too sharp? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
I can't comment on whether it's good or not. He only knows that he will punish anyone who dares to mess with him.
"Brother, you were so handsome just now." What was different from everyone else was that after this girl Yang Sha was surprised, she began to become excited and looked at Yang Xiaole with countless little stars in her eyes.
"I've always been so handsome, okay? Haven't you noticed before?" Yang Xiaole said with a smile.
"No, I think you are the most handsome today. Brother, tell me secretly, did you use this trick to deceive your sister-in-law?"
Yang Xiaole felt so sweaty in his heart! What does it mean to be deceived? They are in love with each other, right? Deceived? He is speechless.
"Xiao Le, when will you bring your girlfriend to show us all?" Yang Hai asked, hoping to get closer to Yang Xiao Le.
Yang Hai is still confident because his daughter has a good relationship with Xiao Le, and he can also see that Xiao Le also loves his daughter very much.
In the end, Yang Hai found that his vision was not as good as that of his daughter. Her daughter had developed a deep friendship with Yang Xiaole since she was a child. Could it be that her daughter knew that Yang Xiaole would be very powerful when she grew up?
Yang Hai remembered clearly that his daughter often secretly gave sweets to Yang Xiaole when she was a child. For this reason, he often scolded his daughter. Now it seems that he was wrong in the first place, and it was extremely wrong.
Yang Hai has always been very confident in himself and thinks that he is quite smart. However, in this matter, he is not as good as his daughter. He was mistaken. The eldest brother and his family, whom he had always underestimated, actually turned over.
What was useless becomes the most useful thing now.
"Son, please bring me back for dinner when you have time some other time." Song Xuemei said, she had a bit of a show-off in her heart. Whether it was Chen Yuan or Ye Yingshi, they are both beautiful girls chosen out of ten thousand, and they have such a daughter-in-law.
, no shame.
Yang Xiaole just nodded slightly. It was really difficult for him to answer his mother's question. Bring it back for dinner? Which one should I bring back? Chen Yuan? Or Ye Yingshi? Or bring them both together?
According to Yang Xiaole's understanding of my mother, if she brought the two of them back, I believe she would not object, and might even be very happy, because my mother also has the potential to be crazy.
"Brother, can you tell me how many girlfriends you have now?" Yang Sha whispered in Yang Xiaole's ear.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly: "Little girl, do you think your brother and I are that kind of person?"
Yang Sha glanced at Yang Xiaole and said, "Brother, do you still need to ask? Are you that kind of person?"
"Ahem, hurry up, you can't stop your mouth with so many dishes?" Yang Xiaole didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He finally discovered that women like to gossip.