Chapter 115 The drizzle is hazy, see you with a generous gift
In the corner of the banquet hall, in front of the dining table.
Chen Zongheng was wearing a crisp white shirt. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat with them without any ceremony.
Faced with this table full of extremely sumptuous dishes, he had no intention of wasting it.
A glass of red wine and a table of dishes.
He ate happily.
Zhou Ruotong on the side obviously had no appetite.
He lightly dragged his cheeks and looked at the young man next to him in astonishment.
This young man has a good appetite, right?
Seeing Chen Zongheng's elegant temperament but eating with gusto... Zhou Ruotong became depressed.
"You really can eat it." Zhou Ruotong's red lips were depressed and she had no appetite at all.
"Why don't you eat? There is no sin in food. If you don't eat, it won't be a waste." Chen Zongheng put an abalone into his mouth leisurely and murmured.
Hmm? It seems, yes.
Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes turned, and she simply picked up the chopsticks and started to use them.
Anyway, we are already here. No matter how bad it is, food is not a crime, just eat enough.
"Are you really the enemy of the Huang family?" Zhou Ruotong asked in disbelief while eating green vegetables.
An enemy of the Huang family still dares to come to the tofu banquet? This is obviously impossible.
Moreover, looking at the guy eating with gusto, it doesn't look like he has any grudge against the Huang family.
"It's absolutely true." Chen Zongheng raised his glass and took a sip of red wine.
"Then, what kind of hatred is this?" As the host, Zhou Ruotong's inquisitive nature was aroused and he asked curiously.
"Revenge for killing your son." He replied calmly.
"Ah? Kill...kill your son for revenge?" Zhou Ruotong's pretty face suddenly condensed.
"You...your child...was raped by the Huang family??" Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes were filled with shock...she did not dare to say any more...
She couldn't believe it, with anger in her eyes.
The Huang family has committed many evil deeds. How could they not even spare the child of such a young father in front of them?!
"No, I killed the son of the Huang family." Chen Zongheng reminded him softly.
Zhou Ruotong: "..."
Kill the son of the Huang family??
Don’t the Huang family only have two young masters of orthodox blood?
Huang Xuyang was buried a month ago.
The second son, Huang Honghui, is hosting a tofu banquet.
Could it be??!
A shocking thought flashed through Zhou Ruotong's mind!
Her beautiful eyes stared at the elegant man beside her in astonishment.
However, she soon gave up this idea.
"Hush...you can't make such a joke randomly." Zhou Ruotong looked a little weird and quickly reached out to signal him to stop talking.
Obviously, she didn't believe this man's words.
Killing the children of the Huang family? This is just a joke.
This Jiangnan, after killing a member of the Huang family, can he still sit here and enjoy the dinner safely at this moment?
However, this man is really brave, he even dares to make such a joke.
Zhou Ruotong repeatedly tried to dissuade him and signaled him to stop joking around.
This is the Huang family's tofu banquet. Joking and talking nonsense can really kill people.
Seeing this woman looking so panicked, Chen Zongheng couldn't help but laugh.
"Why did you come to this banquet?" He asked meaningfully as he sipped a glass of red wine.
"Ah? Me?" Zhou Ruotong's pretty face suddenly became a little depressed.
"I am the host of Jiangnan TV. This time, the Huang family's funeral was called... and I was asked to host it."
"The same goes for this tofu banquet. I am not forced by the superiors to come and attend." Zhou Ruotong frowned slightly, seeming helpless.
If her superiors had not insisted on it, she would not have wanted to attend the Huang family's tofu banquet.
"Oh, host, it's a good job." Chen Zongheng said with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth.
"That's not bad. I have to be forced to attend this and that hosting meeting every time... Hey. Three days later, I will be asked to host the funeral of the second son of the Huang family... Hey." Zhou Ruotong sighed, his beautiful eyes full of helplessness.
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Although she is a well-known local host, she...cannot deal with the powerful forces.
When people asked her to attend, she...had no choice but to attend. She didn't dare to disobey.
The so-called famous artists are just... small chess pieces that are traded around by those big families.
"Oh? Don't you want to attend?" Chen Zongheng shook the goblet and said calmly, "That's easy. You don't have to host it after three days, I said so."
"Ah?" Zhou Ruotong was stunned, her beautiful eyes looking at him in astonishment.
Then, she smiled helplessly.
How could Zhou Ruotong believe what this young man said? At best, he could just comfort himself.
The dinner lasted for nearly an hour.
After the meal was almost over, it was time for the Taoist priests to recite sutras for salvation and perform rituals.
The body of the second son of the Huang family was not carried to the scene.
There is only a black and white photo of the deceased, hanging directly above the banquet hall. It is receiving the incense burning and worship from countless guests present.
Taking advantage of this stage of practice, guests from all walks of life finally showed off their skills. Starting from the beginning, they presented precious gifts one after another.
The so-called tofu farewell banquet is actually... just a superficial form.
The real purpose of this banquet is to gather wealth.
However, all the guests present showed their magical powers in order to show their loyalty and to make friends with the Huang family.
All kinds of valuable treasures were sent to him one after another.
"Dazhou Engineering Group, Mr. Zhou Jian, presents...a glazed jade lamp, hoping that the deceased will rest in peace and the living will be prosperous."
"Wang Co., Ltd., Chairman Wang Youde, presented... a box of gold bricks to see Mr. Huang off. I wish the Huang family a bright future, filled with gold and silver."
On the banquet hall, a servant of the Huang family held a microphone and a gift list in his hand, singing the list one by one.
As he continued to sing, the guests in the audience presented gifts one after another.
Gold, jewelry, jade...antiques...
A series of priceless treasures almost filled the entire banquet hall stage.
This is simply a naked scene of fawning over a bribery dinner.
Everyone wants to cling to the Huang family's gate.
Even if the two young masters of the Huang family pass away, so what?
The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming... is still alive.
That's a living hero.
A pure bloodline with golden glory.
How can we underestimate the Huang family’s century-old history?!
As a result, guests from all over the world were showered with generous gifts.
"Host, what gift have you prepared?" Chen Zong sat at the corner table, took a sip of red wine, and asked meaningfully.
"I have a name, my name is Zhou Ruotong."
Zhou Ruotong curled his lips in frustration and said, "I didn't prepare anything, so I won't give you any gifts."
I was forced to attend the dinner this time.
Second Young Master Huang has done many evil things, why should we give him gifts?
I'm sorry she really can't do it.
"Oh, that's good." Chen Zongheng nodded lightly.
"Hey, what have you prepared?" Zhou Ruotong looked at Chen Zongheng curiously and asked.
"Me?" The corner of Chen Zongheng's mouth raised a slight arc. He tapped his fingers on the table and said slowly, "I... prepared a big gift for the Huang family."
Big gift? Zhou Ruotong looked at him with doubtful eyes.
Chen Zongheng was leisurely and contented. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the drivers outside: Come in.
At the same time, at the entrance of the Peace Hotel.
Three large trucks waiting in the rain curtain slowly started up after receiving the order.
In the drizzle, three trucks just...slowly drove into the gate of the Peace Hotel.
Several waiters at the door stopped and asked, but the truck driver replied: It was three boxes of gifts for the Huang family.
This answer made the hotel waiters dare not stop him anymore and quickly let him go.
Come to think of it, this is a super expensive gift of three trucks sent by a certain nobleman, right?
Three large trucks drove into the hotel so brazenly, along the hotel corridor... and slowly drove towards the banquet hall.
