He Zhibang shook the scroll open with contempt. He was flying grass on his face, and he couldn't tell what was written on it. However, the force of writing was filled with a blazing aura, but it was not without a restrained style. It looked like a work by a famous artist.

However, He Zhibang decided that this was garbage, it was garbage.

"This is the first time I have seen someone sending gifts and calligraphy and paintings for myself. Boss Wang, you are really a talented person. Can you understand what you wrote?"

"Haha, if he can understand, even the sows can climb trees."

"Boss Wang, yes, you can play well with this hand. If you don't spend a penny, you can also get some of the fairy spirit of a famous calligrapher, and you will get more than one kill."

Faced with the ridicule of everyone, Wang Chao just smiled. He picked up the scroll on the ground, rolled it carefully, and put it into the box, "The rat has a body, but the man is rude. If the man is rude, he will die!"

"What did you say?" He Zhibang grabbed Wang Chao's collar and said it again."

Wang Chao twisted his neck and laughed at He Zhibang sarcastically, "I said you want to humiliate yourself, don't bring me, we are not of the same level."

"Mr. He, what are you going to do to my brother Wang?"

Just as He Zhibang waved his fist, a jokey greeting sounded behind the crowd. Chen Letian took the brunt of the crowd and gave way to Qian Yong.

Qian Yong was wearing a decent custom suit, with a dark windbreaker on his shoulder and a cigar on his fingers, and walked to He Zhibang in a swagger.

"My father's birthday, I'm late. I'm asking Brother Wang to convey my sincerity. I wonder if He Shao has received it?"

He Zhibang didn't react at once. Who is the brother Wang mentioned by Qian Yong?

Qian Yong didn't give him a chance to think about it, but waved his hand at Chen Letian.

Chen Letian walked to Wang Chao, took off his shoes, squatted down, and put on his shoes.

In Zhongzhou, even if no one has seen Qian Yong, he has heard of the name Chen Letian. He is the director of the General Secretary of the Wanmao Group and is the only one in Wanmao Group.

Such a person with a status of more than ten thousand people, not only took off his shoes in public, but also squatted down to wear shoes for a gangster. What is this happening?

Isn’t this Wang Chao a scumbag? How could he be Qian Yong’s brother who is evil in Jiangcheng?

Whispers sounded around, and Chen Letian was unmoved. After putting on Wang Chao's shoes, he wiped the dust off the upper with his sleeves.

After doing all this, Chen Letian got up and picked up the torn shoes on the ground and put them on, standing next to Qian Yong.

Sometimes, without saying a word, one action can fully explain everything.

Wang Chao, who was despised by He Zhibang, was a treasure in front of Qian Yong, a person who could make Chen Letian squat down to wear his shoes himself.

Qian Yong told everyone with his actions that you can't move this person.

All the big names present have been experienced in officialdom and shopping malls. You can tell at a glance which one is more important. No matter what the He family or Qian Yongduo is not someone who can offend. This drama is almost done, and it is all dispersed.

Qian Yong then walked to He Zhibang. He hooked his shoulder and said with a slight smile: "Wang Chao is my brother now. What festival did you have before? It's up to me to get married. How about it?"

He Zhibang lowered his face. Qian Yong had helped the old man on the battlefield. With this kindness, the He family did not break off relations with this person.

With the current status of the He family, a mere person who is in trouble dares to come and make friends with him. He Zhibang smirked, "How great is uncle's face? Is it possible for him to plead with Wang Chao? Can you forget how Brother Long is useless?"

Qian Yong let go of his hand when he heard this. He clearly showed that he was not giving face and wanted to fight Wang Chao to the end.

"You have been slandered and have been working hard. What else do you want to make a fuss? You have to ask for revitalization before you can stop?" Qian Yong's heart was infuriated. The second prince, who had not even grown all the hair, dared to show his face to him. If the title of He family is gone, you will be beaten to death long ago when you go out.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of music sounded from the main stage. He Zhenxing went on stage to deliver a speech. The guests below sat in their seats in their seats, and the birthday party officially began.

As the opening show, He Zhibang specially made a documentary for the old man, recording the old man's growth history since his birth and his life honors.

The lights at the scene dimmed, and He Zhibang proudly turned on the projector, and a burst of faint sound suddenly sounded on the main platform wide screen.

"Ah...so deep...again, hurry up..."

In the picture, a woman arched her body, her legs were hanging on a man's shoulder and swaying...

The camera was closer and hit the woman's face. Even though her facial features were wrinkled due to passion, she was still beautiful and unparalleled. Her curly hair was wet with sweat and pressed on her cheeks. Her white skin was dyed with a layer of redness. Crystal beads of sweat covered the fine and soft hair, like bright stars under the light.

The woman has a very good figure, her upright breasts swaying up and down in the picture, and her uncontrollable screams sway over the entire banquet hall.

"What is this?" He Zhenxing roared in anger, "Damn beast, what are you doing, turn it off quickly."

He Zhibang's face turned pale. He was completely confused. His mouse was snapped by the sound of the sound, but the video couldn't be turned off.

He had clearly checked before the banquet, so it was impossible for him to make a mistake!

At this time, the woman's charming screams became louder and louder, and the two of them seemed to gradually climb to the top in the picture.

As the peak came, the picture suddenly stopped on the close-up of the woman's face.

"This, this heroine looks like Mrs. Yue."

I don’t know who said that, but the eyes in the venue turned to Fang Meihui at the chairman’s table.

"How is it possible? Mrs. Yue is the model of our Zhongzhou. How could she do such a thing? Don't talk nonsense."

"Who is the man? Why didn't I take a picture of my face? I don't look like Yue Yuanchao."

"It's so disgusting. I'm going to mess around and film videos. How come there are such a vulgar people?"

There were more and more voices like this among the guests, and the eyes of the main table became ambiguous, mocking, and more about watching the show and seeing how Yue Yuanchao ended.

His wife went out to steal people, and was filmed with a video. Now she is broadcast in public as a live show. This benchmark couple in Zhongzhou was completely slapped in the face.

Fang Meihui had a dark face, and she held her handbag tightly. She never dreamed that the bastard would take a video of the two of them, damn it.

"Assisting Korea, this is not true, believe me." Fang Meihui didn't care what others thought. She grabbed Yue Yuanchao's hand. Now the first thing she had is to make Yue Yuanchao believe that the video was fake.

Yue Yuanchao was tense, and blue veins burst out from his arms exposed outside. He tried his best to restrain the urge to strangle the woman.

When the sound rang, he had already determined who the woman in the picture. After decades of marriage, he had fallen for this woman. He could remember how many moles she had on her body.

How can this woman be, how dare you!

Bang!

Yue Yuanchao slapped the table with his palm, and the shaking tableware jingled, and the sigh-wrenching criticism came to an abrupt end.
Chapter completed!