Qiu Yiren nodded slightly, and after looking around the banquet hall, her eyes focused on Huang Honghui.
"Young master Huang, you personally hosted a banquet, how could my wife not come?"
Her voice was calm, without the slightest hint of timidity.
At this time, neither party had any bad feelings, so the superficial etiquette was still maintained.
Huang Honghui glanced meaningfully around Qiu Yiren, and then glanced at Chen Zongheng... He had his own way of dealing with this man.
Today, his target is only Qiu Yiren.
"Miss Qiu, today is just a simple private banquet, why do you need to bring so many bodyguards." Huang Honghui said with a faint smile.
What he was referring to was, of course, the dozen or so bodyguards in neat suits behind Qiu Yiren.
"I'm afraid it's the Hongmen Banquet, so... it's better to be careful." Qiu Yiren was not afraid, and said what she was thinking directly.
Since we are all here for the banquet, why bother pretending?
No matter how the situation progresses today, she has no choice but to face it.
"Miss Qiu is joking, I, Mr. Huang, am an upright person, how could I do such dirty things?" Huang Honghui's eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth were even more curved.
"Miss Qiu, please." He slowly stretched out his hand and motioned to take a seat.
Then, he took his seat first and sat at the front of the dining table.
Huang Honghui's attitude toward Qiu Yiren was lukewarm, as if he didn't take this rich CEO into consideration at all.
Indeed, he is the second son of the Huang family, and the name of the Huang family has shocked the south of the Yangtze River for hundreds of years.
With his identity, why should he care so much about the previous group president?
Today, he hosted a banquet for Qiu Yiren alone, which was already a great honor for Qiu Yiren.
Qiu Yiren hesitated for a moment. She did not take her seat first, but turned to look at Chen Zongheng.
"Mr. Chen, please."
She actually invited Chen Zongheng to sit down first, showing her respect for Chen Zongheng.
Chen Zongheng was not polite, walked into the box indifferently, then pulled out a chair and sat down casually.
The group of bodyguards behind Qiu Yiren stood respectfully in two rows, waiting at the door.
Qiu Yiren walked into the private room wearing high heels and sat next to Chen Zongheng.
Seeing this scene, Huang Honghui's eyes raised slightly, with an imperceptible coldness.
"Who allowed you to sit down?"
His eyes were staring coldly at Chen Zongheng.
Chen Zongheng sat there calmly, slowly took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Do I need your permission if I sit down?" Chen Zongheng's answer was simple.
The air became a little solid.
The two breaths seemed to be colliding.
"I advise you to get up and leave." Huang Honghui stared at Chen Zongheng with his eyes like sharp swords, as if he wanted to pierce him.
"I also advise you to be quiet." Chen Zongheng said the same thing to him.
Arrogant and domineering.
In the entire Shanghai City, Chen Zongheng... is the first person who dares to speak like this to the second son of the Huang family!
Chen Zongheng slowly blew out a smoke ring and still sat there, looking at Huang Honghui indifferently.
The two people's eyes faced each other in the air.
"Okay, very good." The murderous intent in Huang Honghui's eyes emerged uncontrollably, and then he suppressed it forcefully. The corners of his mouth raised a deep and strange arc.
"Chen, since you want to sit here, then I... will make it happen for you."
Huang Honghui's eyes were calm and he clapped his hands slowly.
Private banquet begins!
A group of waitresses dressed in luxurious cheongsam slowly entered the box.
Today, the waiters who are responsible for serving dishes are carefully selected, everything... just to meet the requirements of the second son of the Huang family.
How can the banquet hosted by Second Young Master Huang be ordinary?
A bottle of gold-sealed red wine glass was carefully brought up, and the waiter carefully opened the bottle and sobered up the wine.
Gold packaging, extremely luxurious.
Huang Honghui smoked a cigar, looked indifferently, and said slowly, "France Romandie Winery, 1982 dry red. I wonder if Miss Qiu likes it?"
Qiu Yiren nodded slowly, neither cold nor hot, and replied with two words, "Not bad."
The waiter held the wine bottle and carefully poured wine for the three of them.
Then, start serving food.
Top-notch luxurious dishes were slowly served one after another... Each dish was extremely luxurious, and the plates were made of pure platinum. This private banquet was simply a waste of money.
"Miss Qiu, tonight's banquet represents an opportunity for cooperation. Cheers." Huang Honghui raised his glass in a graceful manner and raised his glass.
At this time, the Second Young Master Huang had restrained all the murderous violence in his body and became calm and gentle. In this state of mind, he was truly a character.
Qiu Yiren swung the wine glass gently and gestured gently, taking a sip of red wine on her lips.
Although Mr. Huang behaved calmly and coldly at this moment, the sense of crisis he gave her was getting deeper and deeper.
Drink and dine at the table.
The atmosphere became a little weird.
Huang Honghui said nothing, and Qiu Yiren had no intention of speaking on her own initiative.
Chen Zongheng, on the other hand, was swaying the wine glass, holding a knife and fork in his hand, and lightly cutting the steak.
In such a weird atmosphere, he could still eat so calmly.
"Miss Qiu, Shanghai and Hainan are not peaceful nowadays." Huang Honghui's voice was calm and he suddenly spoke slowly.
Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and then she replied, "It's a little uncomfortable."
There was a faint smoke of gunpowder in the air.
Huang Honghui, the most core heir of the younger generation of the Shanghai Huang family, will inherit the position of head of the Huang family in the future.
With the Qiu Group, the youngest group president, the developer of the special ‘project’.
The first face-to-face communication between the two seemed very calm, but the atmosphere was extremely strange.
There seems to be a tense situation, and the bowstring is quietly drawn.
"My eldest brother's death was not worth it." Huang Honghui raised his glass, took a sip of red wine, and said deeply.
Huh~! As soon as these words came out, the air became silent and depressing for an instant.
Qiu Yiren's heart beat slightly, and she had a vague feeling of something bad.
Half a month ago, Huang Xuyang died.
Most people in Shanghai may not know the cause of death of Mr. Huang.
However, Qiu Yiren was a witness on the spot.
That night at the banquet, she saw with her own eyes that her bodyguard Chen Zongheng pierced Huang Xuyang's trachea with a chopstick.
And tonight, it’s the same banquet. The host is the second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui.
Is this, planning to... seek revenge?
"Please forgive me." Qiu Yiren replied softly.
"Brother's life will not be in vain." Huang Honghui looked at Chen Zongheng at the dining table with a faint and meaningful look.
There seemed to be an endless chill in his eyes.
This sentence is meant for the ‘murderer’.
Kill someone and pay with your life.
If you dare to touch the blood of the Huang family, the Huang family... will be surrounded and suppressed.
At this time, Chen Zongheng seemed to have no reaction. He was still drinking lightly and enjoying steak. He was as quiet as a gentleman.
Seeing the man's indifference without any reaction, Huang Honghui's eyes narrowed slightly.
This human man made him very unhappy.
"In the past half month, my Huang family's dragnet has been spread out. This city... is now like a net that can only be entered but cannot be exited."
Huang Honghui's voice was faint, and he flicked the goblet in his hand with his fingers.
Bang. The glass goblet shattered instantly, and the bright red wine spread on the tablecloth, looking like blood.
The atmosphere was as strange as cold.
Is this a threat? a reminder? a warning?
Or shock?
Everything is there.
The Huang family kills people in no hurry.
It's only a matter of time before we lock down the whole city and catch the turtle in the jar.
What they want is for the 'murderer' to be completely panicked, completely nervous and mentally broken.
The feeling of not being able to survive but waiting to die is the most difficult and sad thing.
This is what the Huang family wants.
Let the murderer have no way to go from heaven to earth.
However, the 'murderer' at this moment obviously does not have this awareness?
Chen Zongheng sat calmly at the dining table, tasting the 82-year-old top-quality Lafite red wine. The pure and fragrant liquid was as thick and attractive as gold.
The steak was cooked just right, but... there was too much black pepper juice and lemon, which affected the tenderness.
He enjoyed the dinner quietly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.