Wu Chang: "Boss, did you hear me clearly? What are your thoughts?"
Chu Yanzhang frowned slightly, his tone filled with displeasure, "Make a note of those people."
Wu Chang: "Okay, you really don't feel anything..."
"His voice sounds a little hoarse. Could you have someone bring him some water to moisten his throat? He's probably been talking a lot and his throat is a bit dry."
Wu Chang: "..."I asked for your thoughts! Not your feelings!
Good heavens! What kind of spell did Mr. Xie cast on the boss?! The potion is incredibly potent.
Chu Yanzhang had no idea what his subordinates were thinking. He thought to himself that none of the people in the banquet hall were good people; they only knew how to make things difficult for Zhuzhou. Fortunately, Zhuzhou was able to handle things himself.
He felt pity for every lost stranger on the roadside Zhuzhou. He must have been very sad and upset to be harassed by this group of people who came specifically to attend his birthday party. Now he has to harden his heart and expend so much energy to deal with them.
The more Chu Yanzhang thought about it, the more useless he felt.
Today is Zhuzhou's birthday! How could those people be so clueless?
"I'm such a useless blind man."
"Oh, boss, how can you give up on yourself? Even if your eyesight improves, you'll still be blind anyway."
"Oh, the year-end bonus has been cancelled."
Wu Chang: "?" Don't you have any sense of reason? Is there no law anymore?
"Alright, you can make amends by giving them a small gift when the banquet is almost over."
Wu Chang: "..."
Inside the banquet hall, those who couldn't afford to offend the main guests, fearing they'd be implicated, rushed to the food area early. If they couldn't afford to offend them, couldn't they at least avoid them?
The guests who had heard there was going to be a good show rushed in, the men hurrying in and the women, lifting their skirts and shuffling back in their high heels. But when they looked up, they found that it wasn't Xie Zhuzhou being tortured by others, but rather Xie Zhuzhou torturing someone.
Xie Zhuzhou completely controlled the scene; no one in the crowd made a sound, all hoping that Xie Zhuzhou would make a mistake while drawing.
Everyone watched as Xie Zhuzhou's slender, fair hand, lightly lifted the ink brush, smeared the rice paper, and gradually outlined the contours of a human face on the projected screen.
Painting is supposed to be an elegant activity, but Xie Zhuzhou took an unconventional approach. In a few short moments, he painted a man with a swollen pig's head. The man in the painting had a blank and panicked expression, and the painting was so lifelike that it seemed as if his brother, who had just slapped himself, had entered the painting.
Because the drawing wasn't of themselves, some people couldn't help but laugh.
Not everyone in the audience could appreciate the art; quite a few were socialites and wealthy young men who were just trying to fit in and appear cultured.
I dare not comment on Xie Zhuzhou's paintings at this moment, for fear of stepping on some strange sore spot.
If they were to comment on Xie Zhuzhou's paintings, Xie Zhuzhou might retort, "If you're so good, then you do it."
They dared not embarrass themselves; if their performance was even Xie Zhuzhou's, wouldn't they become a laughingstock?
The people below were full of schemes, all they could think about was how to deal with Xie Zhuzhou.
They are a bunch of lunatics who want to ostracize, bully, and toy with Xie Zhuzhou, a newcomer to the circle. They want to treat Xie Zhuzhou as a new toy and teach him what it means to keep a low profile.
After finishing, Xie Zhuzhou put down his brush, a hint of lingering satisfaction in his eyes. "Let's send this painting to an art exhibition."
Mr. Pighead's name is Dao Yuan.
Dao Yuan was also on the second floor, closest to Xie Zhuzhou. This devil Xie Zhuzhou was trying to damage his public image, and Dao Yuan's already clouded judgment had completely vanished. His mind was consumed with thoughts of snatching away the painting that was damaging his reputation! He absolutely couldn't let his family see it, or it wouldn't be as simple as just cutting off his allowance!
"No, no, we can't send it there! I'll buy the painting!" Dao Yuan suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes filled with undisguised fear and helplessness.
"No, that won't do. This is my first time creating a painting in public, and I'm a little reluctant to sell it." After Xie Zhuzhou finished speaking, he curled his lips into a smile, his eyes full of teasing.
Dao Yuan was frantic and didn't care about anything else. He shouted, "5 million!"
Xie Zhuzhou said to Yang Da, who was jogging over, "Take this to the art exhibition."
"10 million!"
"Send it over..."
"20 million!"
"Since you like this painting so much, Mr. Dao, I'll reluctantly sell it to you." Xie Zhuzhou looked at Dao Yuan, who was trembling all over, covered in cold sweat, and his face was turning blue and purple, as if he was about to collapse.
Finally, he kindly waved for the medical team to take the person away.
Including Dao Yuan, three people have been carried out! Xie Zhuzhou didn't even lift a finger, yet he had most of the people below drenched in sweat.
Everyone was greatly disappointed, thinking that Dao Yuan was too stupid to be so undignified. Dao Yuan Family were nouveau riche, and in order to please a certain guest, he did not hesitate to harm himself, but what he got in return was this embarrassing spectacle, and he even had to be carried away by the doctor!
Moreover, Xie Zhuzhou's painting, which he didn't even spend 20 minutes on, sold for 20 million! What's the difference between that and outright robbery?
While everyone was speechless, they were also envious. After all, even though they were a wealthy family, they couldn't just casually throw around 20 million!
That's twenty million! Not two hundred dollars!
Why is Xie Zhuzhou acting so unpredictably! He's taking bribes and eating money at the same time!
Dao Yuan, who stood out from the crowd, suffered physical and financial losses and lost face this time. He will probably be bedridden for a long time and dare not attend banquets.
Everyone had many thoughts on the matter, wondering if Xie Zhuzhou was brainless and lacked emotional intelligence. He offended people everywhere, and wasn't he afraid that these aristocratic families would unite to suppress the Ji Family?
Although Xie Zhuzhou didn't know what they were thinking, what era are we living in now? Is business warfare something that can be done casually? Most of those despicable methods are illegal and criminal, and once caught, they will go to jail.
Their whole family are law-abiding citizens, how could they end up in jail? Besides, my second brother said the conditions inside are bad, and there might not even be a private shower room.
Of course, if they had the ability to wipe out the Ji Family, some people wouldn't be secretly wearing soft armor and cowering at the back, watching the show.
Because of the plot's overpowered advantage, Xie Zhuzhou possesses the weaknesses of most of the villainous families, which he had already passed on to his elder brother when he returned from visiting Little Yan abroad.
So, if the sky falls, the eldest brother will hold it up first.
If all else fails, there's always my second brother, third brother, and Aolai.
Besides, my father once said: as long as it doesn't kill anyone, it's okay to have some fun.
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An Xinian and his two companions watched from the sidelines in a corner of the banquet hall. At this moment, they had mixed feelings and realized that Xie Zhuzhou had never liked them at all, and that his feelings for them were just a game he was playing on a whim.
However, this doesn't mean the three can still get along peacefully after knowing the answer. Furthermore, they won't easily let Xie Zhuzhou off the hook; they can't just provoke them and then run away!
There's no way it's that cheap!
They weren't afraid of Xie Zhuzhou. They must have misjudged him. How could Xie Zhuzhou possibly have the strength and means to make the speaker explode? It was all an illusion, just a coincidence.
Qin Fang was most annoyed by An Xinian: "Stop pretending to be aloof. Do you think Xie Zhuzhou likes your type? Don't be so naive."
An Xinian: "Heh,"
Seeing their feigned composure, Qin Fang, unable to accept the passive-aggressive treatment, coldly told them, "Actually, Xie Zhuzhou told me he has a girlfriend."
Upon hearing this, An Xinian's face instantly turned ashen, his brows furrowing as if he couldn't believe it.
A murderous glint flashed in Ling Zhenyang's eyes as he looked up at Qin Fang: "You'd better tell the truth."
" Ling Zhenyang, who do you think you are, daring to threaten me?" Qin Fang wasn't afraid of Ling Zhenyang at all. Besides, he hated Xie Zhuzhou more than he liked him now, and he wanted to beat him up all the time. He shrugged and said, "Believe it or not."