They all knew in advance that Zhang Xinyu's boyfriend was not from a rich family. This was information deliberately revealed by Liang Shaofan to disparage Ye Xingyu. However, when Zhang Xinyu began to introduce, the thoughtful Zhuang Jing clearly noticed that
this young man
His expression was always calm and indifferent, with a kind of aloofness hidden in it. He seemed not to be interested in upper-class people like them, and showed no desire to cling to a relationship. There was even a hint of contempt and disdain. This
Zhuang Jing felt very confused.
In terms of status, they are all young elites. They all have extraordinary family backgrounds and are rich or noble. They are far superior to Ye Xingyu who comes from an ordinary family. However, Ye Xingyu does not feel cramped at all.
It seemed that it was not him who should feel inferior, but the other people in the room.
If these people are nobles, then Ye Xingyu behaves like a king, not looking up or looking down, but looking down from above. This is the feeling Ye Xingyu brings to Zhuang Jing.
Of course, among this group of people, only Zhuang Jing, who was attentive and observant, noticed it. No one else noticed anything unusual. Even Zhang Xinyu didn't see anything wrong.
Facing Zhuang Jing's inquiry, Ye Xingyu spread the chef's uniform in his hands on his lap, pointed to the four small red words "Second Canteen" printed on it, and replied nonchalantly: "I...
…working in the kitchen.”
"Chef? Didn't you work in sales at Kamikaze Motors before? Why did you suddenly change your career to become a chef?" Zhuang Jing asked curiously.
Ye Xingyu smiled and replied casually: "Kamikaze Motors fired me because I only sold two cars a year. Then I happened to meet someone looking for a cook, so I went."
Most people chuckled contemptuously at Ye Xingyu's answer, but Zhuang Jing became even more interested in him.
Logically speaking, being fired from a company due to poor performance is a shameful and embarrassing thing. Most people would deliberately avoid this topic and do not want to mention it, but Ye Xingyu just said it openly, as if it was not the shameful thing.
Oneself, but others.
In addition, Zhuang Jing asked about "chef", but Ye Xingyu's answer was "cook". The difference of one word means two different feelings in other people's ears.
The former is an honorific title, while the latter is a contemptuous title. Chef sounds much nicer than cook, just like fashion designer and tailor, performing artist and actor. They all have similar meanings in a broad sense, but their personalities are completely different, but Ye Xingyu seems to have no idea.
He didn't care about the difference, and he didn't even have the slightest sense of inferiority regarding his identity as a cook, so he talked about it eloquently.
"Actually... being a chef... is quite interesting. I'm quite interested in cooking. Whenever the dishes I cook are praised by others, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I guess Mr. Ye is the same way, right?" Zhuang Jing considered it.
For a moment, let’s continue to use the word “chef” to describe it.
"That's not true!" Ye Xingyu waved his hands and said completely truthfully, "Being a cook is just a job, not my interest. I only do this job to earn some living expenses, but I was tricked by the old man who recruited me. The salary is a bit
Low, it’s only 800 yuan a month. Maybe I won’t be a cook after a while and I’ll see if I can find another job.”
Hearing Ye Xingyu's serious answer, still referring to his profession as "cook", and with a monthly salary of only 800 yuan, everyone present became uneasy. Some were angry, some were shocked, and some were ridiculing.
Some were disdainful, and everyone had rich expressions.
Zhang Xinyu was so angry that her lips turned purple, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
——It’s so embarrassing!
Before Ye Xingyu came, she claimed that this was her boyfriend, but after he came, he told her nonsense nonsense to tarnish her face.
Extremely angry, Zhang Xinyu stomped her foot towards Ye Xingyu's sole, and the eight centimeter sharp heel stabbed Ye Xingyu's old sneakers hard, but Ye Xingyu seemed to be a
He was unconscious, without any expression at all, his expression remained cold, and he didn't even frown. It seemed that the person who was stepped on was not him.
Zhuang Jing was speechless. Is this person best at chatting topics to death?
Zhuang Jing, who prided herself on being smart, didn't know how to answer the question. She was overwhelmed by Ye Xingyu's "frankness".
And Liang Shaofan directly sneered without politeness: "What kind of rotten job only pays 800 yuan? Do you know that the three glasses of red wine you just drank were more than 800 yuan? - But that's right! With your
The ability is only worth 800 yuan, and you only sell two cars a year. What kind of crap is this?"
Ye Xingyu didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard anything. He sat comfortably on the sofa and narrowed his eyes slightly.
But Zhang Xinyu couldn't help it anymore, slammed the table, stood up, and shouted: "Liang Shaofan, why are you talking? Can't you be more respectful?"
Liang Shaofan smiled coldly and glanced sideways at Ye Xingyu: "Respect? Does he deserve it? Is a person like this qualified to be your boyfriend?"
"You...you..." Zhang Xinyu pointed at Liang Shaofan and was so angry that she couldn't speak. She was not good at eloquence and could easily get angry and lose her mind. When Liang Shaofan asked a question in return, her throat suddenly jammed.
Liang Shaofan continued: "Xinyu, I'm not telling you, if you want to find a shield, you should find a decent one. If you use this kind of thing to stall me, you won't be afraid of lowering your own status!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many people realized that Ye Xingyu's so-called "boyfriend" was probably just as Liang Shaofan said, just a shield pulled out by Zhang Xinyu to deal with the entanglement, and was not her real boyfriend at all.
Thinking about it, the status and family backgrounds of the two are completely different. The plot of a princess falling in love with a poor man only exists in fairy tales. The most important thing for rich second generation and official second generation like them is that they are well-matched.
If Liang Shaofan's words only made everyone suspicious, it is not certain, but Ye Xingyu's next speech completely confirmed this point. He clarified seriously: "I am not Zhang Xinyu's boyfriend, you may have misunderstood!
"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Xinyu even wanted to strangle Ye Xingyu to death. If she had a knife in her hand, she would chop him to death on the spot without hesitation, then chop him into pieces and feed them to the dogs.
"Haha... I knew it!" Liang Shaofan smiled happily, with a triumphant expression on his face. For the first time, he began to appreciate Ye Xingyu's honesty.
"I've made it clear. I think I have nothing to do now. I'll retreat first and you can play slowly!" Ye Xingyu ignored the various wonderful expressions of everyone present and said to himself, then stood up