Yang Chen decided to go to the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse to have a look. He was definitely not looking for trouble. He wanted to figure out how to make trouble, and then try to make big things as small as possible.
It is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies.
What's more, it's better not to mess with the small group that dares to claim to be a princeling in Sijiu City.
Wu Jie has the capital to underestimate the other party. As for him... He is alone in the country and his military background is not omnipotent. The relationship with Wu Rui and Wu Jie is not enough for the Wu family to protect him as an outsider at all costs.
The method of using strength to fight against strength will no longer work at a certain level.
On the way to Diaoyutai, Yang Chen learned more information about that circle from Wei Ziwen, and smiled bitterly in his heart. It turned out to be a dude who came out of the ministry compound.
Although Wei Ziwen's talk was full of ridicule, when he mentioned a few core figures in that circle, he more or less expressed his own regret.
Those people are not simple!
Yang Chen thought about it and firmly decided to put things to rest.
Even if you take a step or two back and apologize, it doesn't matter. A man can bend and stretch. Even if there is no possibility of becoming a friend, it is still better than being an enemy.
Yang Chen is not a tyrannical master, otherwise he would not be alive today. He was beaten back then and had no choice but to be able to kneel down. It has nothing to do with whether you are rich or poor. It is about your temperament. If you fall into another situation, you can only kneel down to save your loved ones or yourself.
This guy would definitely not hesitate to deal with this dilemma.
As for dignity.....same as democracy.
It's something you use to show off when you're stronger than others.
When you are weaker than others, you have to put it away and work hard to survive or become stronger. This is the kingly way. Almost every person who shines in history is good at this way.
Yang Chen did not match the ambition of the ancients, but he also understood the true meaning of it. He thought about how to deal with various situations along the way to prevent the hatred from deepening.
Diaoyutai.
The royal gardens of the past.
Eight hundred years of accumulated wealth and vicissitudes.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was once the hometown of the Communist Party, along with Zhongnanhai and Xishan.
The royal garden has hosted royal families, dignitaries, dignitaries, and important state guests. It has been open to the public for many years, but it is still a forbidden place that is out of reach for ordinary people.
Yang Chen, Wu Jie and his party of six people and two cars drove into the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, Building No. 18, which is connected to Yuyuantan Park. It often receives foreign guests and its catering and accommodation are absolutely first-class.
After parking the car, the six of them walked into Building No. 18. The manager on duty, Cao Ying, greeted them with a smile. She knew Wu Jie, Wei Ziwen and Tian Li and wanted to exchange a few polite words.
"You are busy with your business." Wu Jie, who was still impressive in casual clothes, said coldly. The beautiful Cao Ying stepped back and watched the six people go away. She noticed something strange and felt that something was about to happen. After thinking about it, she felt
I am unfounded in worrying about what could happen in this place.
Bang!
The two wooden doors of a private room in the restaurant were pushed open by Wu Jie. In the private room, the decoration and interior of the private room imitated the Ming Dynasty palace, and the royal style was evident everywhere.
Nearly twenty people gathered around the huge and gorgeous round table looked out the door in surprise. The young man at the main seat saw clearly who was coming, elegantly pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and casually leaned against the finely carved solid wood chair.
A sneer of disdain appeared on his fair and handsome face, and he said leisurely: "Wu Jie, why are you becoming more and more rude? Do you need me to hire an etiquette teacher for your Wu family?"
There is a thorn in the words of young people.
Satirizing the old Wu family’s family style and poor tutoring.
Wu Jie smiled, and his smile became more and more disdainful. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and held a cigarette in the other. He walked into the private room. Yang Chen walked side by side with his old comrades. Wei Ziwen and Tian Li leaned against the door frame, looking around like a door god.
At the same time, there were people in the room, and they were puffing away the smoke without restraint.
There was also a pair of twins standing at the door, the big dragon and the little dragon, two live treasures who had been hanging out with Wu Jie since they were little. Grandpa had been retired for many years, and his father was transferred to the Southwest War Zone before New Year's Day as the top leader. The uncle was in charge of the daily work of the general administration.
"I'm here to ask for an explanation, why did you attack my brother?" Wu Jie looked at the guy who had been quarrelsome with him since kindergarten, and slowly took a puff of cigarette, full of vigor.
"Your brother, what is this?"
The person asking the question, Cao Cao, spoke Cantonese and Mandarin. He was obviously not a young man from the dandy circles in the capital. He staggered out of his seat with oily hair and a pink face. He looked like he was a little drunk. He pointed at Wu Jie and asked the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "Master Zhang, where are you from?"
You bastard, do you need me to call the bodyguards?"
The young man known as Mr. Zhang was about to speak.
Wu Jie had already jumped up to the guy who spoke Cantonese, grabbed his neck, and stabbed the guy's shiny face with the unburned cigarette butt in his hand.
The person next to him faintly heard the hissing sound of his skin being burned, panicked, and hid away. Wu Jie grinned ferociously, and then pressed the head of the howling man heavily into the soup basin on the table containing the stewed squid.
The exquisite porcelain basin was broken, the soup was splashed everywhere, and thousands of dollars of famous dishes were wasted.
Wu Jie's four childhood friends were worried that the world would not be in chaos, so they cheered in strange ways.
Half of the people at the table turned pale in panic, some showed signs of anger, and a few were bawling at Wu Jie, looking fierce and angry. Yang Chen saw that they, along with the guy who was being beaten, were guests at the banquet.
Old grudges remain unresolved, and new grudges are forged.
Yang Chen smiled bitterly in his heart. Plans could never keep up with changes. It was not his fault that Wu Jie acted recklessly. He knew that his old comrade wanted to vent his anger on him.
The young man known as Mr. Zhang wiped off the soup and oil splashed on his face, took off his glasses, picked up a tissue and wiped them with his face. There were nearly twenty people at the table, but this guy's face did not change. After wiping his glasses,
He raised it up, looked at the light and said, "Wu Jie, do you know who he is?"
"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not." Wu Jie sneered, letting go of the half-dead poor guy and letting his companions help him aside in a hurry.
"They are from Hong Kong Island, you are making trouble."
"Hong Kong Chan?"
After Wu Jie asked back, he sneered with great disdain. How could he not understand the ways of several Hong Kong Cans, the young masters of a group of businessmen from Hong Kong Island visiting Beijing?
This visiting group was also called the top wealthy group by the media!
"The one who got beaten is from the Kwok family in Hong Kong. Sun Hung Kai, have you heard of it? I won't introduce the others one by one. Wu Jie, let me see how you end up this time." After the young man surnamed Zhang finished speaking, he smiled playfully and put on his clothes.
Glasses.
"I teach them how to behave. I'm sure the old men above will understand, and their parents will also understand and support. I don't have to worry about how to solve the problem. I'm here today to ask you to apologize to my brother Yang Chen. Otherwise, what are you doing with that guy?
The surname is Guo, do you believe it?" Wu Jie said as he walked towards the young man surnamed Zhang step by step.
The young man named Zhang squinted his eyes and stared at Wu Jie who was closer.
Yang Chen, a familiar name, this guy struggled to figure out who it was, a grassroots who should have been insignificant but caused a lot of chaos to a group of lackeys under him.
"Young Master Wu, we have been playing together since childhood. Forget it, forget it." Someone stood up to smooth things over and tried to stop Wu Jie, but Wu Jie kicked him down. The others who were about to make a move were at a loss for the moment.
