Seeing Wen Liang turn around and walk away, Ye Yuting was confused and was about to follow him, but Chang Cheng stopped her with his hand: "Teacher Ye, the boss has asked you to step aside for the time being, because there may be some trouble later..."
Ye Yuting stopped and looked at Wen Liang's back worriedly, but she also knew that staying here at this moment was the greatest support for him. She nodded gently and said, "Master Chang, please follow me. I'm fine and will take good care of myself."
"It's okay, the boss can handle it." Chang Cheng said with a smile: "From now on, you can just call me Chang Cheng or Hu Zi. If you have anything to say, just tell me, and don't be polite to me."
It was almost noon, and there were fewer people in the exhibition hall. Perhaps because they were afraid that Wen Liang would run away, Zhuo Mingjing and the others were standing near the entrance of the exhibition hall, which saved trouble. Wen Liang came directly to Zhuo Mingjing, with his hands in his trouser pockets very easily, with a harmless smile on his face, but the words he said were not friendly at all, and he said, "You two are girls after all, and you follow a grown man like me every day. Aren't you ashamed?"
Since they were going to have a falling out, it was only natural to gain some advantage verbally. Zhuo Mingjing was still thinking about Chen Yurui's instructions and didn't want to have a conflict with Wen Liang here. He didn't expect that he would come to his door and speak so harshly. He was immediately furious and almost jumped up on the spot, saying, "Following you? Who do you think you are? Pah!"
The saliva of beautiful women is often described as a tonic like fragrant saliva in countless literary works, but it also depends on the object. Zhuo Mingjing is certainly a famous beauty, but Wen Liang doesn't want her saliva to spray on his face. He raised his hand to cover his face with disgust and said, "Talking is talking, can you rub your tongue first? You have a lot of saliva. The drought in Huanghuai Province this year is relying on you to alleviate it!"
"you!"
Zhuo Mingjing felt like he was about to vomit blood, really. His chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe. He could almost smell a fishy smell in his throat. In his rage, he didn't care whether this was a public place or not. He kicked Niudao, who was standing silently, and said, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you do anything? I'm going to beat this guy so hard today that even the gods won't recognize him."
Niu Dao was able to survive beside Master Fo, and survive well, because he was very perceptive, knew how to behave, flatter, and please his master. The reason why he was a little slow to react today and failed to stand up in the first place to maintain the dignity of his young lady was because he recognized Wen Liang. After all, there were not many young men who could hold a gun to Master Fo's forehead, or in other words, there was only one such person in all these years, so he had a deep memory.
Very profound!
However, Niudao was not afraid of Wenliang. The situation that day was just an accident. He was careless and lost the initiative. The opponent had a gun. But today, the situation has completely reversed. Not only do he have two fearless young ladies to support him, but he also has dozens of brothers to back him up. It's really the right time, right place, and right people. It's time to vent the anger that has been pent up in his heart!
"Someone come!"
Niu Dao shouted loudly, and more than a dozen people gathered around him. They were all wearing black suits, leather shoes, and crew cuts. They had ferocious faces and looked very majestic. Unfortunately, they were of different heights and body shapes, which made the deterrent effect that should have been perfect a little bit imperfect. However, the merits outweighed the flaws. In terms of appearance and texture, they were still much better than the group of people under An Baoqing, and they looked a little like an organized crime gang.
Wen Liang's expression changed, and he said, "It doesn't matter if there are more people. This is a museum, don't do anything reckless..."
Zhuo Mingjing felt so good when he showed his cowardice. She sneered and was about to order Niu Dao to take action, but unexpectedly Chen Yurui grabbed her wrist, her two long and charming eyes narrowed, and said, "Boy, I'll give you a chance. If you apologize to us now and loudly curse Qingzhou people as dogs three times, I will persuade my sister to let you go. How about it?"
"Sister Rui, why are you..."
Chen Yurui took Zhuo Mingjing's hand and shook it slightly, signaling her to keep quiet. Although Zhuo Mingjing wanted to cut Wen Liang into pieces immediately, he always believed in Chen Yurui's decisions, so he held back his anger and did not object.
Wen Liang was also curious, and didn't understand why Chen Yurui changed her mind and gave up the opportunity to beat him up, because from the surface, apologizing and scolding Qingzhou were not a big deal at all. A real man can bend and stretch, and if he is not as powerful as others, what's the big deal about being submissive? In fact, the grudge between him and the two women was not a big deal, but don't forget that women are often narrow-minded, especially this kind of spoiled woman who has never suffered any loss. How could she be so kind
Wen Liang's hesitation made Chen Yurui think that he was moved by the proposal, and a look of contempt flashed across her eyes. She was certainly not so kind, but simply beating people was too unskilled. She preferred to destroy a person's spirit first, and then torture his body. If Wen Liang really apologized and humiliated himself, he would not only not be able to escape a beating, but would be further humiliated.
Just like a cat playing with a mouse, it will eat the mouse after teasing it. What Wen Liang owes to the sisters, Chen Yurui will get it back a hundredfold!
Wen Liang was so experienced that he figured out Chen Yurui's sinister intentions in just a moment. He cursed in his heart, "Women are the most vicious." At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand, which was inserted in his trouser pocket, suddenly vibrated twice. This was the signal agreed with Wang Ziqiang. He suddenly approached like lightning, first lowered his voice, and said quickly in a voice that only he and Chen Yurui could hear: "Ugly freak, you want me to apologize, dream on." Then, without waiting for her to react, he staggered back two steps, and his voice suddenly rose eight octaves, saying: "It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid of the law?"
Chen Yurui's head suddenly exploded, and there was a brief blank. She had always been a favored girl. Not only did she have a proud family background, but her appearance, education, and work were far superior to her peers. She had always heard compliments and praises. How could she have been called ugly to her face
"You're looking for death!" Chen Yurui's pretty face turned pale, and the anger in her eyes could almost burn the entire exhibition hall. She said sternly: "Law? In Guanshan, what I say is the law!"
"Yes!" Zhuo Mingjing didn't hear what Wen Liang said to Chen Yurui that made her so angry, but this sentence touched his heart, and he immediately responded: "A Qingzhou dog like you, it's useless to come to Guanshan and beat him to death!"
The calligraphy exhibition upstairs was coming to an end. When Yu Peidong was about to leave, Zuo Jing apologized and said, "Secretary Peidong, I want to stay a little longer..."
"Oh?" Yu Peidong said with a smile, "I haven't heard that you, Zuo Jing, also learned calligraphy. Could it be that you have learned something from Master Zhang's works today?"
Zuo Jing smiled bitterly and said, "How can I understand anything? You know my handwriting is terrible... This is what happened. Yu Ting participated in the photography exhibition of Jiangdong Province, which is on the third floor. I stopped by to take a look. I am usually busy with work and don't have time..."
Zuo Jing's romantic affairs in his early years were no secret, and they were mistakes made by the times. So many years have passed, and they are no longer a secret that cannot be mentioned.
The Propaganda Minister Xie Baizhang who was accompanying them said with a smile: "I know about this. I heard from Lao Meng from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles that your Yu Ting is a good photographer and her works have been praised by many famous artists."
Tang Ye opened a back door for Ye Yuting through Xie Baizhang's connections, so of course he had to come out to support her at this time.
Yu Peidong smiled and said, "It's on the way anyway, so why don't we all go and take a look. Although we are not photography enthusiasts, there is no hierarchy in art. We can't come to the calligraphy exhibition and ignore the photography exhibition. It will cause gossip!"
Although this item was not included in the morning schedule, and some of the people were already hungry and exhausted, the secretary was the most important, and his words were more authoritative than the schedule, so they turned to the stairs and walked down directly without even taking the elevator. As the incident happened suddenly, the staff did not even get the news, and there was no time to clear the venue, so Yu Peidong, who had just entered the exhibition hall, heard two voices that echoed half of the exhibition hall:
"It's broad daylight. Aren't you afraid of the law?"
"Law? In Guanshan, what I say is the law!"
Yu Peidong stopped and looked at a group of people not far away. However, Wen Liang and Chen Zhuo were surrounded by men in black and could not be seen outside. He did not move, and the others could not figure out what their leader meant, and no one dared to move. At this time, another voice came, "A Qingzhou dog like you, it's useless to come to Guanshan and be beaten to death. Who can do anything to us?" Everyone was shocked. Zhao Xiujie, secretary general of the Provincial Party Committee, and Xie Baizhang, director of the Propaganda Department, looked at each other, wondering what would happen today.
Wen Liang deliberately pretended to be timid and said, "How impressive! You drive a Ferrari and you think Guanshan is yours?"
This time it was Niu Dao's turn to speak. He followed the principle of flattery without spending any money, and said smugly: "You are not blind, this is Mayor Chen's daughter, and this is our Master Buddha's little daughter. They are both powerful enough to move mountains and rivers with just a stomp of their feet. How dare a dog like you compete with us?"
He heard Zhuo Mingjing calling Wen Liang a Qingzhou dog, so he cleverly called him a dog. On the one hand, he satisfied Zhuo Mingjing's wishes, and on the other hand, he also satisfied his desire to talk.
At this time, Chen Zongzhi, who was standing next to Yu Peidong, changed his face. He didn't hear clearly who said what just now, and he never thought that it was his daughter who was at the scene. He was about to step forward to stop it, but was given a cold look by Yu Peidong. He stood there and dared not move. What kind of feeling was in his heart? It really makes people feel pitiful just thinking about it.
Zuo Jing was calm and composed, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, completely detached from the world, as if what was happening in the scene had nothing to do with him.
"There are national laws above and the provincial government below. Who are you to claim that you can shake Guanshan with just a stomp of your feet?" Wen Liang spoke righteously, his eyes like lightning, and his aura changed. Although he was alone, he seemed to be a hundred times more powerful than the dozen people around him. He said coldly: "Chen Yurui, Zhuo Mingjing, I advise you to restrain yourself and not be lawless and bring criticism to your elders. This is Guanshan, the capital of Jiangdong Province, not your backyard where you can do whatever you want!"
This was because he was afraid that Niu Dao had not explained it clearly enough and others did not know the names of the two women, so he specifically pointed them out. Zuo Jing turned his head to look at Chen Zongzhi and saw that his face was flushed and there were faint traces of sweat on his forehead. He felt really embarrassed for him. In such an occasion, in front of so many colleagues, he might as well find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
"Still not behaving?" Zhuo Mingjing's patience had been exhausted. She waved her hand and shouted, "Beat him, Niudao. Beat him hard right here. If you don't break his arms and legs, I'll make you pay when we get back!"
"Okay," Niu Dao rolled up his sleeves, with a ferocious expression on his face, and said, "Grandson, have you ever thought about this day again?"
"That's enough, stop it!"
"Who the hell is this?" Niu Dao was about to make a move, but was stopped again. His displeasure was immediately expressed through words, but after turning around, he was so scared that he froze there. He was not really an idiot. He knew the big guys in Jiangdong Province, Yu Peidong, Zuo Jing, Zhao Xiujie, Xie Baizhang, Chen Zongzhi. For a moment, he had the urge to die!
Chen Yurui also wanted to die. When she saw Chen Zongzhi appear behind her, she didn't care too much because she was so favored. But when she saw Yu Peidong's face and thought about what she had just said, she realized that she had caused a big disaster. Her pink face turned pale.
The only one who didn't feel anything was Zhuo Mingjing. She was raised in a greenhouse by the Buddha and had no experience of worldly affairs. How could she understand the cruelty and horror of politics? When she turned around and saw the only familiar person, she greeted him cheerfully: "Uncle Chen, why are you here too?"
Someone in the accompanying team couldn't help but burst out laughing. Although the sound was light enough, it reached Chen Zongzhi's ears and made the blue veins on the back of his neck twitch twice.
Seeing that Chen Zongzhi ignored him, Zhuo Mingjing was still a little puzzled. Then he looked at Chen Yurui's expression and suddenly realized something. He said, "Oh no, Uncle Chen is here, so I can't teach this kid a lesson. How about we change places?"
Chen Yurui was in no mood to talk. She held Zhuo Mingjing's hand and squeezed it hard. Zhuo Mingjing cried out in pain, "Sister, you hurt me..." But she was not a fool. She realized that something was wrong and shut her mouth obediently.
The person who came out to stop the farce was the Secretary General of the Provincial Party Committee, Zhao Xiujie. Others were not easy to say, but as the chief steward of the Provincial Party Committee, he had to speak out. He walked to Yu Peidong and whispered, "Secretary, I will send someone to investigate this matter and give you a report later. There are foreign affairs activities in the afternoon, so there is no time."
Yu Peidong didn't say much, but looked at Wen Liang from a distance through the dispersing crowd. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it was fleeting. He nodded and said, "You and Mayor Chen stay here to deal with it. Give me the report before tonight." Then he turned around and left. (To be continued)