Who is Arrogant

After some time, when everyone was getting a little bored, Zhou Xiaona's phone suddenly rang.

She quickly answered the phone, her tone unusually enthusiastic.

"Brother Wen Cheng? Yes, you're almost there? No problem, no problem, it'll be convenient, definitely convenient."

A moment later, Zhou Xiaona put down her phone, looking excited.

"Have your brother Wen Cheng and the others arrived?" Zhou Xiaona's mother asked.

"Almost there, almost there. Oh right, their driver and housekeeper are coming with them too. Let me check the seating." Zhou Xiaona glanced at the two tables and started making plans.

"Driver, Auntie?" The relatives present exchanged glances, looking at each other with somewhat serious expressions.

With a driver and an auntie involved, what a grand entrance!

That's truly a distinguished guest!

"How about we squeeze in?" Song Wenbo suggested from the side.

"Squeeze in? Yes, we should squeeze in, but not our VIPs." Zhou Xiaona immediately made the arrangements. "Uncles, Li Kaiguang, Zhang Yang, you all sit at this table."

Several elderly people were moved to another table to squeeze in.

"Good heavens, what a big shot they are, arranging for our whole family to accompany them? And what's so special about the driver and the aunt? Can't they all squeeze into one table?" Li Kaiguang said indignantly.

"Let them arrange the seating however they want, after all, it's their business," Zhang Yang said nonchalantly.

As for the elderly people being moved to another table, neither his uncle nor his wife objected, so what could he say?

A moment later, everyone was seated.

The seats at the head of the table were empty, and everyone at the two large tables was just waiting for the aunt's brother, who was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Yang took out his phone, replied to messages, and occasionally looked up at the various expressions on the faces of the crowd.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps could be heard outside the private room.

My aunt looked excited and quickly got up from her seat to greet him. My uncle, standing beside her, also got up, half of his buttocks off his seat.

The people at both large tables looked towards the door at the same time.

Zhang Yang put down his phone and glanced over, feeling utterly bored.

"Sorry Xiaona, we're a little late." A middle-aged man with fair skin and well-dressed walked in, followed by his wife, his driver, and an aunt who was helping to hold the child.

The group was quite large.

"That's his wife. She looks quite young and takes good care of herself," Li Kaiguang whispered in Zhang Yang's ear.

Zhang Yang glanced at it.

Yes, the woman next to the middle-aged man was indeed quite young, with fair skin and a refined air; she was also wearing and using designer brands.

Calling this couple an "older man, younger woman" couple might be a bit of an exaggeration, but the age difference is definitely significant.

Occasionally, a few whispered comments reached my ears.

"I heard it's his second marriage, and his wife is apparently his assistant."

"His first wife was given an apartment, and I heard that his eldest son is still living with his ex-wife."

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Zhang Yang blinked, listened with slight interest for a couple of sentences about gossip, and then stopped listening.

At the table, several uncles stood up to greet him. With such a grand reception, he must be an honored guest!

One by one, smiles spread across their faces.

However, Zhang Zhaohai only glanced at it before looking away.

Who the visitors are, whether they are distinguished guests or not, is Song Wenbo and his wife's business. What does it have to do with him?

They wouldn't be impolite, but there was absolutely no need to show the same level of importance as others, or even to rush over to greet them. Their family didn't need to fawn over anyone anymore.

"Come, come, let me introduce you all. This is my uncle's older brother, Zhou Wencheng. He runs a company now," Zhou Xiaona introduced him enthusiastically. "Brother Wen Cheng, welcome to our home!"

"You're too kind," Zhou Wencheng nodded and introduced the people around him. "This is my wife, Ding Qi, this is my company driver, Old Liu, and this is our housekeeper."

The young woman beside him smiled slightly and nodded as a greeting.

"Come, come, please sit here, please sit here." Zhou Lina invited the group to sit down with great enthusiasm.

Before long, the whole family sat down there without any fuss.

"Come on, Brother Wen Cheng, let me introduce you again." Zhou Xiaona then introduced the entire family at the table one by one.

While Zhou Wencheng was talking and laughing quietly with his wife and playing with the baby, he would quickly look up and give a polite smile. It was obvious to everyone that he wasn't paying attention at all and didn't care who was at the table.

"Here, have a cigarette." My uncle offered a cigarette very enthusiastically, trying to get closer to me.

"No, no, the child can't stand the smell of smoke, thank you." Zhou Wencheng politely declined, but his attitude was quite firm. "Auntie, why don't you take the child out for a walk later? The smell of smoke inside is strong."

He looked at the aunt beside him and gave her an instruction.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou." The aunt nodded.

At the table, several people who were about to smoke exchanged awkward glances and put down their unlit cigarettes.

"Um... I'll go open the window and let some air in." Zhou Xiaona quickly patted Song Wenbo beside her. "Go ahead, go open the window!"

Song Wenbo responded twice and then jogged to open the window.

It's right not to smoke if you have children around.

However, to be honest, many people present felt quite uncomfortable when he said it in public.

Zhang Yang was genuinely curious.

What a big boss he must be! To be honest, Zhang Yang's various businesses, big and small, employ several thousand people who are directly or indirectly supported by him.

But it doesn't seem like they're that arrogant, does it?

"Please say hello to everyone. There are children around, so if you want to smoke, please refrain, or you can go outside to smoke," Zhou Xiaona quickly stepped forward and said.

"Honey, it's not good to bring the smell of smoke on you," Zhou Wencheng's young wife Ding Qi, said softly. "How about I have the nanny take the baby directly to the car later?"

Zhou Xiaona immediately realized what was going on, "Everyone, let's just hold back and not smoke today!"

The group looked at each other, then expressed their opinions.

"Yes, you shouldn't smoke if you have children."

"Children's lungs are delicate, so it's right that they don't smoke. It's good that they don't smoke. We're just having a meal; there's no need to make it so smoky."

Zhou Wencheng looked at everyone, then smiled and greeted them.

"I'm so sorry, thank you all for your understanding."

Only Zhang Zhaohai frowned.

Of course, it's understandable that kids shouldn't smoke, but why does it always feel like Zhou Xiaona and her brother's family are so particular about everything they do, and how they seem to look down on everyone else?

He had clearly seen that Zhou Wencheng's young wife, Ding Qi, looked at the chair cover again and again before hesitating to sit down.

And the desktop—she doesn't even touch it.

Judging by this, the dishes and chopsticks will definitely need a thorough scalding and washing later...

No, whose rich heiress is this?

A moment later, Song Wenbo, the younger brother-in-law, poured wine and drinks with a forced smile.

The liquor is Wuliangye, priced around 1,000 yuan.

In previous years, when their family held events, they would use liquor that cost a little over a hundred yuan a bottle. When had they ever used Wuliangye?

"Come on, let me pour you a drink." Song Wenbo reached for Ding Qi's cup, ready to pour her a drink.

"No need, thank you, I'll drink this." Ding Qi took out a glass bottle containing Evian and politely declined.

"This... I'll pour you some more, won't I?" Song Wenbo thought the glass didn't look good empty, so he wanted to keep pouring her more.

"Really, there's no need." Ding Qi immediately covered the rim of the cup.

Song Wenbo was taken aback, so he had no choice but to walk away and continue pouring wine and drinks.

After completing one lap, he returned to his seat.

Zhang Yang finished replying to the messages and looked up to see the baijiu in his glass.

"No? When did I pour this liquor?"

"Just now! Your uncle poured it for you right away," Li Kaiguang said from the side. "Why do you seem so busy? Were you chatting with a pretty girl?"

As he spoke, he curiously leaned closer.

Zhang Yang smiled and casually covered the phone screen on the table.

"So stingy, can't even take a look?" Li Kaiguang muttered, reluctantly shifting his gaze away.

A moment later, the wine was all on the table, and everyone was present.

Aunt Zhou Xiaona raised her glass and began by expressing her gratitude.

Then, he especially toasted Zhou Wencheng.

"Brother Wen Cheng, it's been a long time! Come, let me toast you. I wish your business will flourish, your wife will become more and more beautiful, and your baby will become more and more adorable."

She was all smiles, incredibly warm, and showed none of her usual harshness.

"You're too kind." Zhou Wencheng picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and smiled slightly. "Your Yu Meng isn't back?"

"I'm off to school," Zhou Xiaona said quickly.

"I remember the last time I saw her, it was when she was in high school, wasn't it? So many years have passed in the blink of an eye," Zhou Wencheng said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaona smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Wen Cheng, are you busy at your company right now?"

"It's alright. There are several dozen people, and we don't usually work overtime. We recently took on a deal worth about five million, so we're a little busy," Zhou Wencheng mentioned with a smile.

The table was unusually quiet.

Everyone seemed to be listening intently.

"Come, come, let me toast you." Suddenly, my uncle raised his glass first, "And your wife too."

Zhou Wencheng smiled and raised his glass, first nodding in acknowledgment, then looking at Zhou Xiaona, indicating that she should mention it again.

"Oh, this is my uncle-in-law," Zhou Xiaona introduced.

My aunt's husband started the toast, and then the other uncles at the table naturally followed suit.

Zhang Zhaohai always puts the big picture first and never holds anyone back in important situations, so he also offered a toast.

"Oh, this is my third aunt's husband." Zhou Xiaona glanced at Zhang Zhaohai and added, "My third aunt's husband used to work as a chef at our family's restaurant, but he left on his own later."

"It must be because you didn't treat your third uncle well enough, right?" Zhou Wencheng said half-jokingly.

"How could that be? We're all family, the treatment is obvious." Zhou Xiaona glanced at Zhang Zhaohai seemingly unintentionally. "Maybe it's just that our organization is too small."

Zhang Zhaohai calmly put down his wine glass.

"Auntie, you're really embarrassed to talk about the treatment your family provides at their restaurant," Zhang Zhaohai chuckled.

"With that salary, which restaurant outside can't pay that? Not to mention that I handled everything, big and small, in your kitchen back then. Now I run my own restaurant, and the chefs I just hired are paid more than you were paid back then, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wencheng was surprised and turned to look at Zhou Xiaona.

"My third aunt's husband now owns a restaurant?"

"It's only just opened; running a restaurant isn't that easy." Zhou Xiaona, having just been rebuked like that, forced a smile while suppressing her anger.

"Don't worry, Auntie, when we open a branch, we'll definitely invite you to come and take a look," Zhang Zhaohai said with a hearty laugh.

Respect is mutual.

He's willing to consider the bigger picture and maintain appearances, but if someone insists on using sarcastic remarks, then why be polite?

After a few words from the two, everyone sensed something was amiss and stepped in to crack a joke, quickly bringing the matter to a close.

"Um... I'd also like to toast you." Li Kaiguang, being the eldest among the younger generation, stood up first.

"This is my son," my uncle said with a smile.

"Not bad, young man." Zhou Wencheng looked at Li Kaiguang and nodded with a smile.

There were only two younger people at the table. After Li Kaiguang finished toasting, Zhang Yang was the only one left who hadn't had a toast yet.

Toast?

That's not true.

It's fine to show respect to elders, colleagues, and people of equal status, but Zhou Wencheng, who has been arrogant and waiting for others to offer him a toast from the very beginning, actually expects Zhang Yang to offer him a toast voluntarily?

Who is Zhang Yang? Does he even deserve to be called worthy?

Zhang Yang ate his food casually, his mind not on the dinner table, but on occasionally remotely connecting with the senior executives of his various businesses and giving remote instructions.

A moment later, Zhang Yang was the only one left at the table, remaining unmoved.

"Who is this person from?" Zhou Wencheng pointed at Zhang Yang, then turned to Zhou Xiaona beside him and asked.

"Him? Zhang Yang from my third aunt's husband's family." Zhou Xiaona glanced at Zhang Yang with some displeasure.

Everyone at the table has already offered a toast, and you're the only one not offering one? Do you think you're superior just because you've achieved a little success?

Zhou Wencheng gave a long "oh," glanced at Zhang Yang who didn't even look up at him, and said, "Young man, your character and looks are impeccable. What are you doing now? Are you at work or something else?"

Zhang Zhaohai chimed in from the side.

"My son Zhang Yang is also starting his own business now, and he's doing quite well."

Several uncles spoke up one after another, praising Zhang Yang in various ways, such as his own business in Magic City and his Porsche.

"No wonder you're so busy," Zhou Wencheng said with a smile. "Speaking of starting a business, I've been there too. When I first started and was doing well, I was quite arrogant and overconfident. But later I suffered a big loss. Fortunately, I had a mentor who guided me, which is why I am where I am today."

Zhang Yang looked up and found it somewhat amusing.

The way he used the word "also" in his sentence, "[also quite arrogant, also quite inflated]," was rather mesmerizing.

No, you want to order me again?

"Zhang Yang, why don't you offer me a toast? I'll give you some advice based on my experience; it might save you a lot of trouble!" Zhou Xiaona finally couldn't help but say.

Zhou Wencheng remained silent, only looking over with a slight smile.

"Auntie, is that alright?" Zhang Yang smiled. "No one can advise me on my business anymore."

"What are you saying, child!" Zhou Xiaona's expression changed instantly, and she looked nervously at Zhou Wencheng, fearing that he would get angry.