Chapter 450 [Fighting the Butcher, are you worthy??] 2
As the saying goes, flowers need green leaves to accompany them, beauties need ugly women to support them, and rich people need poor people to support them...
Chen Fan used thunderous means to bring down Jiang Gang in a short period of time, triggering another sensation within the system.
The Hangzhou storm once again made him the subject of many people's discussions.
However... as the eldest son of the Yan family moved south, those who were paying attention to the fight between dragon and tiger began to pay attention to every move of the eldest son of the Yan family.
When the eldest son of the Yan family played "all the cards" with Chen Fan and tried to use his great achievements to promote Luo Wei, the eldest son of the Yan family took action.
A thunderous strike.
The eldest son of the Yan family took advantage of the Yan family and gave Chen Fan a thunderous blow. With one blow, Chen Fan's perfect plan failed, and all his efforts were in vain. Not only did he also make a wedding dress for the Yan family, leaving it to the Yan family,
Ling Zhifeng from the domestic echelon landed in Zhejiang, laying a solid foundation for future promotion.
Jiang Kai, who was once a high official in a feudal territory, was a scumbag when faced with Chen Fan.
Facing the eldest son of the Yan family, whose hands and eyes were as bright as the sky, Chen Fan had no choice but to give up.
This is the view of most people present.
With this point of view, the entire venue showed awe for Emperor Yan Qing one after another. They felt like they wanted to cry, beg, and kneel down to lick the leather shoes of the eldest son of the Yan family.
In such a situation, facing the envious and flattering glances from time to time, and the comments of business people in the conference hall, Ling Wei, who was sitting in the front position under the rostrum, had a proud curve at the corner of his mouth, an upturned smile.
The angle is getting wider and wider.
That feeling of pride cannot be concealed.
It seems...the protagonist today is not Chen Fan or Emperor Yan Qing, but Ling Wei!
"Brother Ling, that Chen Fan used the Chen family to bully our Qin family once. It's really satisfying to see him being humiliated by Young Master Yan today." Sitting next to Ling Wei, wearing a green evening gown
Qin Siran said with expectation and pride.
Originally, with his identity as Ling Wei, Qin Siran would not be able to catch his eye, but Qin Siran's aura made him feel quite good when he drew his gun on the bed and went to war. Therefore, as the son of the Ling family, he made an exception.
He lowered his status and temporarily agreed with Qin Siran to follow him. He was ready to kick Qin Siran away one day when he got tired of playing.
With this idea, Qin Siran's status in Ling Wei's heart is naturally not worth mentioning. When he heard Qin Siran's words, he smiled proudly and said: "You are a woman with big breasts and no brains. How can you understand how powerful Young Master Yan is?"
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"Siran can't understand, but...Siran believes that Brother Ling will tell Siran, right?" Qin Siran deliberately rubbed Ling Wei's arm with his towering chest and smiled coquettishly.
Ling Wei's expression changed and he said coldly: "Behave yourself, today is a formal occasion."
Facing Ling Wei's reprimand, Qin Siran felt uncomfortable, but she also knew that Ling Wei, as the son of the Ling family and the lackey of Emperor Yan Qing, was indeed worthy of her flattery. For this reason, the charming smile on her face could not help but
Minus, just moved the breasts.
"Hey, isn't that Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan's son?"
"I heard that after the Xiao family was re-established, this young man who was once ridiculed by the dandy circles in Hangzhou changed his ways and began to work hard. He was not afraid of hardship and chose to start from the bottom."
"Yes, I heard that during this period, he has been interning at the bottom. I didn't expect that he would appear on such an occasion today."
"This is normal. After all, such a big scene is rare for many years. It is very helpful for young people to broaden their horizons and gain experience. Furthermore, Xiao Yuanshan definitely wants his son to get to know some people through today's occasion."
"It's a good idea, but it's a pity."
"Yes, if the eldest son of the Yan family had not intervened, with the Chen family's actions in Hangzhou and the reputation of Aoxiang Group and Naer Group, I am afraid that many people would take the initiative to get close to him today. Now,
The young master of the Chen family will face humiliation, and his arrival can only be a tragedy."
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When Xiao Feng, who had once been the laughingstock of the dandy circles in Hangzhou and even Zhejiang, appeared at the door of the conference hall, many people in the venue talked about him.
Today, Xiao Feng did not appear here wearing a brand-name suit. He was wearing a suit that could only be regarded as a makeshift suit. Even the white shirt inside was slightly yellowed due to many times of washing; the leather shoes under his feet were not the latest.
The brand I bought was a pair of ordinary leather shoes. The leather shoes seemed to have been worn for many days. Although they were polished, they could not be compared with the high-end leather shoes worth thousands or even tens of thousands worn by others at the venue.
Under the light, his mid-length hair, which he was once proud of, was cut off, leaving him with a short crew cut that had no appearance or shape at all.
At the door of the conference hall, on the first day of school, the big boy who wore a brand-name suit, drove a vermilion BMW X6, and was willing to fall for the purpose of picking up girls, stepped into the conference hall wearing the clothes he wore when doing sales at the grassroots level.
Facing the gaze of everyone, his expression did not change at all.
He lowered his head and walked step by step towards the seat with the sign with his name on it.
Under the light, his steps were very steady and practical, as if he chose to start from the bottom step by step instead of rising to the top as the young master of the Xiao family.
When they saw Xiao Feng, who was dressed in ordinary clothes and showed no aura of being the young master of the Xiao family, many people who recognized Xiao Feng had a thought in their minds: Xiao Feng had changed.
Has it changed?
Changed.
I don't know when, the big boy who was humiliated because of an engagement and then chose to fall found the figure he was chasing.
Although he knew that no matter how hard he worked in his life, he would not be able to catch up with that figure, but... he did not stop his pursuit.
Because, he just didn't want to be thrown too far away by that figure.
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Soon, everyone withdrew their gaze and continued the previous topic of Chen Fan and Emperor Yan Qing. To them, Chen Fan could only be regarded as a supporting role today, let alone Xiao Feng?
In their opinion, Xiao Feng, who can only be regarded as a little shrimp at best, cannot attract their attention too much no matter how he changes.
However, one person did not look away.
Qin Siran.
When he saw Xiao Feng stepping into the conference hall wearing a suit that definitely cost no more than five hundred yuan, he lowered his head and sat down at his seat with a slight "inferiority".
This snobbish woman who once severely humiliated Xiao Feng and then unwillingly chose to kowtow in front of Xiao Feng showed a cold smile. That smile seemed to say: Xiao Feng, wait until Chen Fan is played to death by Emperor Yan Qing
, the day the Xiao family falls again, is when I ask you to kneel in front of me and kowtow to admit your mistake!
As if aware of Qin Siran's gaze, Xiao Feng turned his head slightly and glanced at Qin Siran.
When he saw Qin Siran, who was dressed like a lady in a green evening gown, giving him a contemptuous and teasing smile, he instantly guessed what she was thinking.
Under the light, his face, which had been tanned by recent business trips, did not show any angry expression. On the contrary, he smiled slightly at Qin Siran.
That smile seemed to be thanking Qin Siran for letting him grow.
That smile seemed to be saying to Qin Siran: You will be disappointed!
That smile was very short.
Seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar smile, Qin Siran was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to get angry, but when Xiao Feng looked away, he clenched his fists and cursed secretly: Let's see how long you can keep pretending!
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As time passed and the time for the exchange activities started getting closer, important business people and official figures entered the conference hall one after another.
suddenly--
When a man in a beige suit appeared at the door of the conference hall, the discussion in the conference room stopped abruptly, and everyone invariably turned their attention to that figure.
Emperor Yan Qing, who was regarded as the protagonist by everyone, faced the gazes of hundreds of people in the conference hall, raised his head and held his chest high, walking calmly.
Under everyone's gaze, he did not go to the rostrum where he wanted to show his face, but walked to the first row of seats below the rostrum.
Wow!
Seeing this scene, the scene was in an uproar!
It seems that... no one expected that Emperor Yan Qing would not sit on the rostrum.
For a moment, everyone was stunned. It was not until Emperor Yan Qing sat on his seat that they gradually came back to their senses.
Then, they felt relieved: as the eldest son of the Yan family, even if he was sitting under the rostrum, he would still be the focus of everyone's attention.
Because... the eldest son of the Yan family does not need a rostrum to show his face, nor does he need a rostrum to show his noble status!
Yan family, two words, already represents it all...
Compared with Emperor Yan Qing's choice of high profile among low profile, they were more curious about why there was an empty seat next to the eldest son of the Yan family.
Who is that seat reserved for?
Before the answer appeared, the "pseudo protagonists" headed by Zhou Pingchuan, Chang Xin, Chen Fan, and Luo Wei finally appeared.
Under the guidance of Xiao Yuanshan, the group of people, including Chen Fan, walked towards the rostrum step by step with steady steps.
The reporter who had given many close-ups of Emperor Yan Qing immediately focused his camera on Chen Fan and his party, and pressed the shooting button continuously.
Then... he wanted to turn back and focus the camera on Emperor Yan Qing, but after a second thought, he gave up this tempting idea.
Because today's exchange activities are different from Aoxiang Group's original charity meeting in Donghai, the release of video footage and photos must be strictly controlled by the Propaganda Department of the Zhejiang Provincial Committee.
Under such a situation, even if the reporter responsible for today's filming and photography changes the lens to compare Chen Fan and Emperor Yan Qing, the video footage and photos will be deleted and will not appear in the media or on the Internet.
The reporter couldn't change the camera, but...the eyes of the business and political figures at the scene kept switching back and forth between Chen Fan and Emperor Yan Qing.
In their view, the chairman of Aoxiang Group who walked to the rostrum, the young man who was kicked out of the Chen family, was slapped invisibly by the young master of the Yan family. At this moment, Chen Fan's brilliance was completely wiped out by the Yan family.
Young master suppresses!
There's just one person who doesn't think so.
Xiao Feng.
"Chen Fan, I can't wait to see the moment you slap these idiots."
Looking at the figure being chased by him as his target, the corners of Xiao Feng's mouth curved in an expectant arc.
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