"Explain? There is nothing to explain. Just fight. If you are not convinced, you can come too." Jiang Zhihao began to roll up his sleeves.
The few people in front of him were just brats to him. If there was a real fight, they wouldn't be able to take any advantage if there were more people.
He became angry when he saw Meng Jianbo and needed a fight to vent his anger.
Hong Yunkui narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and was about to rush forward when the door of the box next to him opened. Hong Zilin walked out unhappily and yelled: "What are you making a fuss about?"
Hong Yunkui turned around and saw him, stopped quickly and shouted: "Dad, Jianbo was beaten up, and we are about to help him seek justice."
Hong Zilin frowned and looked to the other side. When he saw Jiang Zhihao, he couldn't help but be startled.
He immediately realized that the person who beat up Meng Jianbo was the distinguished guest he invited.
But his son planned to beat up the distinguished guest and avenge his brother.
Thinking of this, Hong Zilin's heart was beating wildly and he scolded without hesitation: "What nonsense are you talking about? Does this matter have anything to do with you?"
"Meng Jianbo is me..."
Before Hong Yunkui finished speaking, he saw his father walking quickly in front of Jiang Zhihao, lowering his head slightly and shouting with a smile on his face: "Mr. Jiang, why didn't you tell me when you came so that I could go and greet you?"
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Hong Yunkui and others were stunned when they heard these words.
Although Hong Zilin is a collector, he is also an entrepreneur.
There are not many large companies in Hehua, and only a handful have assets exceeding several billions, and the Hong family is one of them.
In terms of assets, the Zhou family may have more assets, but Hong Zilin has a wide circle of friends, and even the Zhou family is wary of him.
Among the rich second generation of Hehua, Hong Yunkui's status is considered to be at the top.
At this moment, Hong Zilin was so polite to Jiang Zhihao, which stunned the rich second generation.
Hong Zilin was going to invite a distinguished guest to dinner today, and they knew that Hong Yunkui was here because his father hoped that his son would come over to toast him and get acquainted with him while they were having dinner later.
Who would have known that we would already know each other before we even ate the meal.
Jiang Zhihao glanced at Hong Yunkui and asked, "Is this your son?"
Hong Zilin looked embarrassed and said, "I made Mr. Jiang laugh. If he has offended you in any way, I will apologize to you on his behalf."
"It doesn't offend me, it's just that my ability to make friends is a bit poor." Jiang Zhihao said.
Hong Yunkui's face turned red when he heard this, and he subconsciously looked at Meng Jianbo.
Meng Jianbo's face was livid and full of shock. He really didn't understand how someone like Hong Zilin could be so familiar with Jiang Zhihao. Moreover, there was a faint hint of fawning.
In Hong Zilin's perception, Jiang Zhihao is at least as big a figure as Ji Zimo, chairman of Yumo Group, and may even be higher.
Because when Ji Zimo first introduced Jiang Zhihao, his attitude was not much better than his now, and it was all a bit flattering.
Therefore, when Jiang Zhihao said that his son's standards for making friends were a bit poor, Hong Zilin did not dare to say anything sarcastic. He could only smile and said: "After all, he is young and ignorant. I will definitely discipline him well in the future!"