"Let me introduce myself. My name is Su Yangrong and my father is the chairman of Meifeng Building Materials."
"Hello, I'm Song Jiarou from Yunchuntang." Song Jiarou greeted with a faint smile.
Su Yangrong smiled and stretched out his hand:
"Miss Song is young and beautiful. We just got to know each other. I wonder if I can invite you to dance with me."
"Ah... dance?"
Song Jiarou blushed slightly when she heard this. Although she had attended many banquets with her father since she was a child, this was her first time attending a banquet of the century. She was a little nervous and shook her head.
"Sorry, I-I don't like dancing."
Su Yangrong did not leave, but sat next to Song Jiarou with a smile: "It's okay, if you don't know how to dance, I can teach you. After all, there is a first time for everything."
“You might start to like it after you get a taste of it.”
His words just now were very ambiguous, and even had a hint of provocation, and his companions nearby smiled with evil taste when they heard his words.
"Beauty, Master Su's dancing skills are amazing. If you don't know how, he can teach you."
"Isn't it? Our Master Su is the little prince of disco, and he is tall, rich and handsome..."
Several followers around him kept instigating him.
"I'm sorry, I, I really don't know how to dance." Song Jiarou's face turned red with anxiety, and she looked at Lin Mobai beside her for help.
Su Yangrong moved his butt, leaned closer and said with a smile: "Hey, I told you I can teach you if you don't know how to dance, come on..."
But before he could finish his words, he felt someone tapped his shoulder.
Lin Mobai stood up at some point and came behind Su Yangrong. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "She herself said she doesn't want to dance. You should leave now."
"Who the hell are you?"
Su Yangrong looked at Lin Mobai, shook his shoulders impatiently, and tried to shake off his hand.
But the next moment, a huge force suddenly hit his shoulder, as if it was clamped by an iron clamp. He grimaced in pain and almost screamed.
"Fuck, you dare to attack Master Su, you bastard..."
A little fat boy rushed over from behind, cursing.
Lin Mobai didn't even look at him. He casually grabbed the fat boy's neck with his free hand and pressed his head on the sofa.
"It hurts so much, hurry up and let go." The little fat boy's face was distorted with pain and he almost suffocated.
Not only him, Su Yangrong also felt his shoulders starting to feel sore and numb. The severe pain in his shoulders made him unable to hold the wine glass steadily, and his crotch was wet.
"Are you going to get out of here or not?"
Lin Mobai said expressionlessly: "If you don't leave now, your Master Su's arm will be crippled."
"Come on, let's go. We can't get up unless you let go."
Su Yangrong and the little fat boy shouted out almost at the same time, sweating profusely from the pain.
Lin Mobai let go and looked at these people coldly.
But as soon as Su Yangrong was released, he stood up, his face gloomy, and looked at Lin Mobai fiercely: "Boy, you are blind, you even dare to hit your father Su..."
Bang!
Lin Mobai slapped him with his backhand, knocking him to the ground.
"Watch your mouth and stop talking nonsense." Lin Mobai looked at Su Yangrong lying on the ground coldly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Locked in Lin Mobai's cold gaze, Su Yangrong was immediately frightened and didn't dare to utter any harsh words, and even had a nosebleed.
"Master Su, let's not bother with this poor guy."
Seeing that he couldn't beat Lin Mobai, the fat man looked him up and down at his clothes and spoke in Su Yangrong's ear in a low voice.
"Um."
Su Yangrong covered his nose and stood up in embarrassment. When he left, he gave Lin Mobai a vicious look and left in embarrassment.
... ...
The noise on the dance floor did not disturb the main banquet hall.
The rooftop banquet hall of Ruihe Hotel is very spacious. In addition, most of the company CEOs are discussing business in the center, so no one noticed this corner.
However, the other young men and women in the dance floor were whispering about this situation.
"Mo Bai, thank you for what you did just now." Song Jiarou said, biting her lip lightly.
"It's okay. Don't panic next time you encounter something like this. Be more firm in your attitude." Lin Mobai shook his head and continued to lie on the sofa with his eyes closed.
"Heh." Song Jiarou looked at Lin Mobai with a sweet smile, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes.
An hour later.
Lin Yao walked over with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he had gained a lot tonight.
"Ms. Song, Mo Bai, we have finished discussing the business. The highlight of the dinner will come later. Let's go over first."
"Uncle Lin, what's the highlight?" Song Jiarou asked puzzledly. Obviously Song Aotian didn't mention this to her.
"It's a charity auction. I heard there will be a lot of antiques. It will be very lively later."
Lin Yao smiled and looked at Song Jiarou: "Boss Song has gone first, let's go and gather together. It will be difficult to find him if there are too many people."
Soon, they returned to the center of the banquet, where Song Aotian was chatting and laughing with several men.
"Boss Lin, this is your son, right?"
Before he reached Song Aotian, a middle-aged man with a bald head and a beer belly came over and said with a smile:
"You are so lucky. Your son is young and promising. He was invited by Mr. Jiang Shengyan to attend the dinner at such a young age."
Lin Yao responded with a smile: "Boss Su, you are joking. I heard that your son is a handsome man. You are the winner in life. You have someone to take over your succession."
"My kid is very wild, he is not good at studying and has no business sense, he is a loser."
Lin Yao smiled and said:
"Boss Su, every child has a different nature. It's understandable that they are a little naughty. That's because they are energetic. Besides, with your guidance, a good father will have a good son. Young Master Wang will definitely have a bright future."
"Hahaha, I like to hear that." The middle-aged man laughed, then patted Lin Mobai on the shoulder and turned away.
"Mo Bai, what's wrong?"
Lin Yao and Song Jiarou continued to walk towards the center of the banquet, but after a few steps they noticed that Lin Mobai had not caught up with them.
"It's nothing, let's go." Lin Mobai walked forward and caught up with the two.
Lin Yao and the other two didn't notice it just now, but Lin Mobai's soul power could clearly feel that there was a hint of viciousness and ill intention in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Dad, it was this bastard who beat me."
A vicious voice came into Lin Mobai's ears. He turned around and saw that it was Su Yangrong leaning against the middle-aged man and cursing viciously.
He pointed at Lin Mobai, his face fierce: "Dad, let your bodyguard beat him up for me later!"
After a while, Su Yangrong came over with a few big men in suits.
"Mr. Lin, your son just hit me. Tell me what to do." Su Yangrong looked down upon Lin Mobai and the others with a domineering attitude, and said complacently:
"You only have two choices now. One is to send this girl to my bed and let me serve her comfortably. The other is to break the limbs of you bastards and throw you out of the Ruihe Hotel!"
Seeing this, Song Jiarou quickly explained: "No, Uncle Lin, that person just harassed me, and Mo Bai did it to help me out."
Lin Yao frowned and said, "Don't worry, Miss Song will be fine. This is Jiang Shengyan's territory, they dare not take action."
Song Jiarou hugged Lin Yao's arm and said anxiously:
"No, I want you to persuade Mo Bai not to do it!"