A proud, successful smile appeared on Wang Yong's face.
Xu Changsheng was stunned for a moment, not expecting to hear such words from Wang Yong.
"Wow, you garbage picker, brother-in-law Wang Yong will give you 20,000 yuan a month!"
"Kneel down and thank your brother-in-law!"
"Yes, this is really great for you!"
"That's right. With your conditions, you can't earn more than 20,000 yuan by picking up garbage for a year, right?"
When the classmates heard that Wang Yong had promised Xu Changsheng a job with a salary of 20,000 yuan a month, they were immediately envious, and they all started to ridicule him bitterly.
Zhou Kui's face was as cold as frost and he was very angry.
What made him even more angry was that Wang Yong said this in front of Xu Changsheng.
This made Zhou Kui feel that Wang Yong did not take Xu Changsheng seriously at all.
Zhou Kui was aggrieved himself, but also felt unhappy for Xu Changsheng.
This is my man, why do you treat him like this!!
She was about to slap Wang Yong with her backhand.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
"My classmates, I'm sorry that I'm late..."
A young man with a Mohawk haircut appeared at the door, wearing casual sportswear. His words suddenly stopped, and a pair of unruly eagle eyes scanned the entire room.
When other people saw the young man with a mohawk, they quickly put on a very attentive smile on their faces.
"Young Master Wei!"
"Young Master Wei, you are finally here!"
"Young Master Wei, I've been waiting for you, we have to have two drinks!"
"Young Master Wei, do you think I'm dressed beautifully today?"
The classmates were flattering, and many female classmates were flirting. Luo Jingmei even secretly cast a flirtatious look at Young Master Wei.
Everyone immediately forgot about the country bumpkin Xu Changsheng.
It was as if Xu Changsheng was an insignificant person. Apart from making fun of him when nothing happened, it had no effect.
Wei Shao was named Wei Wanjun.
He was the arrogant red second generation in the class back then.
When he was in high school, Wei Wanjun's father was the director of the Jincheng Patrol Sicheng South District Branch.
Many years have passed, and his father must have been promoted to the Jincheng Patrol Department Headquarters.
I don’t know how many people have high authority.
Only after these students came out of society did they realize the importance of power and wealth.
Everyone wanted to hug Wei Wanjun's thigh tightly.
However, Wei Wanjun's eyes fell on Zhou Kui's face for a few seconds, then looked at Xu Changsheng, and finally stared at the somewhat messy dining table and asked: "Why did the dinner start before I arrived?"
The male and female students looked embarrassed.
Under Wang Yong's supervision, the meal started half an hour ago, but many people tacitly ate slowly and deliberately waited for Wei Wanjun to arrive.
However, no matter how slowly you eat, there is still chaos on the table.
Wei Wanjun was naturally unhappy.
With his status, how could he take advantage of these classmates?
Wei Wanjun said coldly: "Who asked you to open the banquet?"
Luo Jingmei twisted her butt uncomfortably. She realized that her husband had caused trouble, but she did not dare to say anything.
The students hesitated to speak.
Wei Wanjun shouted angrily: "Say!!"
Wang Yong narrowed his eyes and stared at Wei Wanjun for a while, then returned to his seat and fell back. Unwilling to admit defeat, he said arrogantly: "I asked them to start eating, what happened?"
"You?" Wei Wanjun smiled.
Wang Yong sneered: "You are half an hour late. How fucking big are you? You should let these dozens of classmates wait for you? I asked them to fill their stomachs first. Is it wrong? Are you shameless?"
Why are you so pretentious?"
"Stop talking about Brother Yong." Luo Jingmei pulled Wang Yong's clothes with a pale face.
"Why Luo Jingmei? Why are you so afraid of him?" Wang Yongyong spat disdainfully: "You think I didn't see you ogling this kid? If you think he is better than me, why don't you marry him?