Chapter five hundred and fortieth one minute to consider
Chen Qiye glanced at Zhao Yuan, he should be at the peak level of strength.
Among ordinary people, this kind of ability is indeed considered powerful. After all, if you reach An Jin, you will belong to a truly high martial artist.
An Jin's high-level martial artist is not a big deal in Qingzhou City.
In particular, as a kid from a rich family, Zhao Yuan's ability to reach the peak of his strength also proves that he is different from ordinary dudes.
Seeing that Chen Qiye didn't speak, Zhao Yuan said coldly: "Now, I will give you a chance to admit your mistake, kowtow to me, and promise that you will never appear in front of Jiajia again, and I will let you go. How about it?"
Zhao Yuan said this, but naturally he didn't think so in his heart. The purpose of doing this was just to humiliate Chen Qiye.
"Chen Qiye, Master Zhao Yuan has a lot of people. As long as you kowtow and admit your mistake, I will let you go. What are you waiting for? Kowtow and admit your mistake quickly!" Wang Lu said from the side.
Chen Qiye raised his head, glanced at Wang Lu, and said calmly: "Who do you think you are? Even if you are a dog, you have to bark in different situations, do you understand?"
Wang Lu originally wanted to take the opportunity to get close to Zhao Yuan, but who knew that when Chen Qiye said this, he almost vomited blood in anger and his face turned the color of pig liver.
"Boy, are you looking for death?"
Wang Lu looked extremely gloomy. Being called a dog in public was even more embarrassing than being slapped in the face.
Chen Qiye ignored Wang Lu, as if he was just a ball of air in his eyes, looked at Zhao Yuan, and said: "You'd better leave now, otherwise, if I get angry, it will be too late."
Zhao Yuan waited for Chen Qiye's answer, originally thinking that the other party would decide to kowtow and admit his mistake. After all, Zhao Yuan was also a well-known young generation in Qingzhou City. Even if he was not dependent on the Zhao family, he was much better than other second-generation dudes.
Zhao Yuan graduated with a PhD in Economics from the University of Cambridge in the UK. Before studying in the UK, Zhao Yuan was a member of the special forces of the army. He participated in more than a dozen missions. Needless to say, he was very skilled. Even ordinary bodyguards, he could deal with three of them by himself.
Let alone ordinary people, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a beating.
Therefore, in Zhao Yuan's view, anyone with a little bit of brains would never choose to confront him head-on, because not only would there be no good results, but his life might also be lost.
But Zhao Yuan never expected that what he was waiting for would be such a sentence!
He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. He glanced at Wang Lu next to him and said with a ferocious smile, "Did you hear what he just said?"
Wang Lu was confused when he heard Chen Qiye's words. Is this guy out of his mind or crazy?
Or does he just want to die?
When Zhao Yuan asked this question, Wang Lu's face suddenly turned dark. How dare he say that?
"Zhao, Master Zhao Yuan, this guy is probably crazy, right?"
Zhao Yuanjie sneered: "I think so. Otherwise, how could you be seeking death?"
There was a lot of movement here, which attracted the attention of many people. Most of them paid attention to the movement here, and some came directly to see what was going on.
But he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of irritating Zhao Yuan. It was simply not cost-effective to risk his own life just to see how angry he was.
"Isn't this Mr. Zhao? Who is so short-sighted that he dares to offend this demon king?"
"Zhao Yuan is in Qingzhou City. He is the leader of the 'Four Elites of Qingzhou'. He has high education, high skills, and a high background. In the entire Qingzhou City, if you want to find someone who meets the conditions, it will be difficult to find another one."
"Yeah, I don't know who it is that is so reckless and has provoked such a person."
In the eyes of many people, Zhao Yuan is a demon king. From the fact that no matter who he is, whenever a young person comes close to Tang Jia, he will always find someone to teach him a lesson, which shows how arrogant the other person is.
Chen Qiye acted as if nothing happened, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.
Zhao Yuan was angry!
In front of so many people, I have given the order, how dare you not see or hear it?!
"Okay, boy, you forced me to do this. Today at the Wang family's reception, I'll give you a face and won't do anything to you. But if you feel like it, don't go out. Once you go out, I guarantee you... you will die miserably!
"
Zhao Yuan emphasized the word "death" very hard, as if he wanted to cut Chen Qiye into pieces right now.
Everyone frowned when they heard this. When did Zhao Yuan become so restrained?
But the other party was right, the reception was hosted by the Wang family, and the hotel belonged to the Huang family.
Needless to say, the relationship between the two families is very good. No matter how arrogant Zhao Yuan is, he will not be so stupid as to offend both families at once for such a person.
"Of course..." Zhao Yuan picked up a glass of red wine and said leisurely, "I don't want your life here, but you must do it for me today, otherwise..."
After glancing at Chen Qiye, Zhao Yuan suddenly let go of his hand. The goblet in his hand instantly fell to the ground and was about to be smashed. The bodyguard on the side caught it with quick eyes and hands.
"Hurry up next time. If the red wine gets my suit wet and I'm late for the show, will you bear the loss?"
The bodyguard nodded quickly and said yes, please be careful next time.
Zhao Yuan didn't seem to be in a hurry. Looking at Chen Qiye, he didn't believe that the other party dared to be so arrogant. Unless he really didn't want to live, otherwise a normal person would abandon his dignity in order to survive.
What does dignity mean in the face of a small life?
"I'll give you a minute to think about it." Zhao Yuan stretched out a finger.
Rather than seeing Chen Qiye kneel down, Zhao Yuan wanted to see Chen Qiye panic and kneel in front of him, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
The people watching the excitement also stood there. They wanted to see how long Chen Qiye could hold on. You know, there would be no easy consequences for offending Zhao Yuan.
In their opinion, Chen Qiye was just holding on, thinking that Zhao Yuan would not really take action at the reception. After all, he still had to consider the face of the Wang family and the Huang family.
However, Zhao Yuan did not play his cards according to common sense. If Chen Qiye really refused to bow his head and angered Zhao Yuan, the other party might take him out of the hotel and go directly outside to solve the problem.
Half a minute passed.
Chen Qiye still sat there, holding his smartphone worth several hundred yuan, reading Chinese news or chatting with Jiao Yuyan.
More than half a minute passed, and Chen Qiye still had no intention of getting up.
Zhao Yuan's expression changed from a proud one who was confident of winning, to a gloomy look of being slapped in the face.
Because when he saw Chen Qiye, he was really motionless.
"There are still ten seconds left. If you don't kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, then I guarantee that you will be the only one who leaves the reception lying down today."
Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth and said.
I thought that with my own eyes, I would never "see" the wrong person, and that the other person would definitely kowtow and admit their mistake, kneel down and compromise with me, but I didn't expect that Chen Qiye would break the limit of his tolerance again and again.
If it weren't for the inconvenience of doing anything at the reception, and Zhao Yuan really wanted Chen Qiye to kneel down willingly, how could he have waited until now?
"Three seconds left."
"Three, two, one!"
Chen Qiye opened his mouth and finished speaking in three seconds.
Then he raised his head and said slowly: "I think if you don't leave, you will be very unlucky. Do you believe it?" (To be continued)