The Elk Garden in the West District of Zhonghai. At first glance, people would think that it was a place for reindeer, but in reality, it was a high-end clubhouse close to the suburbs. There were a total of three Italian-style fortress-like buildings, like the headquarters of a Mafia family, full of a strong Gothic style.
What was different from other places was that the surroundings were covered by lush trees, and it took nearly ten minutes to drive from the main entrance, winding all the way to the inside of the garden.
Usually, the members who could come here were basically businessmen and politicians with a reputation in Zhonghai. Although ordinary high-end clubhouses could have a good privacy environment, some people who didn't want others to spy on their private style could only feel more secure in such a hidden place.
But tonight's guests were particularly sparse, as if they had secretly agreed to avoid tonight. Only a small number of guests quietly arrived outside the main building of the Elk Garden and walked into the venue hall.
What made this square inch of land seem even more oppressive were the bodyguards in black and sunglasses standing outside the venue. Almost every five steps, there was a man standing there, coldly monitoring the passing guests and cars.
A black Aston Martin slowly drove to the bottom of the stairs in front of the venue. The luxury car made by an old British brand was quiet and didn't make any noise.
The round-faced Little Zhao took off his bar underling attire and put on a suit. He respectfully got down from the front passenger seat and opened the door for the main character behind.
A crystal-colored high heel stepped out of the door first, followed by a pair of jade-white legs. Gradually, a red and black evening gown appeared in everyone's vision, landing on the bright red carpet.
Qiangwei gently brushed the hair hanging in front of her eyes. Her meticulously combed long hair was coiled up to match the gown, leaving only a few strands of bangs swaying in the wind. On the left shoulder of the gown was a black lace Qiangwei flower, and on the other side, a delicate and white shoulder was exposed. The style of the gown was classic and elegant. The upper body was covered with exquisite black and red floral patterns, and the puffy lower hem was covered with a layer of complicated vine-like tulle popular during the Baroque period, making it look mysterious and sexy.
The woman who always gave off a lazy and charming aura tonight was like an outstanding royal princess, enchanting as always, but not thirsty to play with.
Many guests who were about to enter the venue knew Qiangwei, after all, she was one of the main characters of tonight's banquet, and also the powerful underworld queen of the West District. In a short few years, Red Thorns Society's control over the underground economy was already not inferior to West Union Society. As the spiritual leader and brain of Red Thorns Society, no matter if it was the underworld or the underworld, they all silently remembered the name Qiangwei.
But, at this moment, the underworld leader that appeared in front of them was so beautiful that it made people ecstatic. Yet, the underworld leader didn't have the slightest bit of the underworld. This made many men fantasize. Perhaps even the underworld would like a mortal gentleman?
But, this Yang Family, and is, is of the Society, and, and it, are Union, and is, and.
Qiangwei sighed softly. She turned around and waved at the other figure in the car.
Chen Rong, dressed in a plain white princess dress, walked out with a red face. Although she wasn't as enchanting as Qiangwei, she still had a unique and pure charm. However, the girl seemed to be very unused to revealing her shoulders and meticulous makeup. She was very shy and didn't dare to raise her head.
"Rongrong, raise your head. You're very beautiful, don't be afraid." Qiangwei encouraged her with a smile.
Only then did Chen Rong muster up her courage. She discovered that the people around her were looking at her with appreciation. She was not being looked down upon. Only then did she calm down a little, but her blush did not diminish.
"Why don't you tell Little Zhao why Brother Yang isn't here?" Qiangwei said.
Chen Rong gasped, blinked her eyes, and said uncertainly, "Is it because I don't want to attract too much attention?"
Qiangwei looked at her approvingly, then slightly shook her head at Little Zhao, "You see, Rongrong is so much younger than you, yet she can understand. When will you grow a few more wits?"
Little Zhao awkwardly laughed, "Didn't Brother Yang say that? How come I don't see him? "
"With his methods, he can come in at any time. If he says he'll come, he'll definitely come. Let's go in first. "
Little Zhao didn't suspect anything, but was still a little worried. He said, "Big sis, it's just the three of us, and we even brought Brother Yang who hasn't appeared. We don't have anything to defend ourselves with. Will something happen tonight? After all, this is West Union Society's territory. "
"Since we're already here, we'll just take things as they come. What should happen will happen, and what shouldn't happen, it'll never happen."
Little Zhao was confused again. He really couldn't figure out what she meant. He quickly caught up and whispered to Chen Rong who was curiously observing the surroundings, "Rongrong, what does big sis mean?"
Chen Rong pretended to be mature and sighed, "Brother Little Zhao, what you should understand, you will naturally understand. What you don't understand, it's useless even if you say it …" After saying that, the girl no longer paid attention to him.
"Why is it another big sis …" Little Zhao sighed bitterly.
After entering the spacious banquet hall, the bright crystal chandelier illuminated the entire hall as if it was daytime. The air was filled with the sweet smell of cocktails and the fragrance of the men and women's high-grade perfume.
Sumptuous desserts and fruit buffets were neatly arranged on one side of the hall. Many waiters and waitresses dressed in waiter uniforms walked among the guests.
Because tonight's banquet was essentially a meeting between the West and East Union Society's underground leaders, although many influential figures were invited, the number of people wasn't as large as other banquets. The sparse crowd stood on the dance floor, discussing some serious or trivial topics. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Of course, the majority of people were still the West Union Society's people. Almost every West Union Society elder brought a few of their trusted subordinates to the banquet, chatting and laughing loudly with some of their partners from the Orthodox Society.
Once Qiangwei appeared in the banquet hall, she attracted everyone's gazes. Astonishment, hatred, greed, playfulness, adoration, all sorts of emotions filled the guests. But no one dared to go up and strike up a conversation with Qiangwei. After all, no one could predict how the wind would blow tonight.
Many people had previously received news that Qiangwei had been shot. Seeing a living and beautiful woman appear in the banquet hall, this "rumor" collapsed on itself.
But even more people were flabbergasted that Qiangwei dared to enter the West Union Society's banquet alone. Although she knew that Dong Xing's Zhou father and son would come tonight, she had no choice but to come even if she had to give them face. But to walk in without any defenses, not bringing a strong and powerful man, and instead bringing a beautiful unfamiliar girl, this Qiangwei's guts were too big!
At this moment, a man dressed in waiter uniform walked in front of Qiangwei. "Beautiful lady, may I offer you a sincere glass of champagne to praise your beauty?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Qiangwei turned her head. As expected, it was Yang Cheng. Holding a tray of champagne, he became a waiter!
Raising a glass of sparkling wine, Qiangwei coquettishly glared at him like a happy little woman. She couldn't help but laugh: "Could this be the legendary surprise? How did you become a waiter?"
"I'm in a bit of a rush, it's inconvenient to come in with you guys. But I couldn't think of a better way to sneak in without fighting. I'm just lucky that the owner of this outfit went out to throw out a bag of trash. "
"Yang-ge, you're so relaxed, I'm so nervous. You're here to play!" Xiao Zhao said in disbelief.
Yang Cheng smirked at him, "Xiao Zhao, take off your clothes."
"What?" Xiao Zhao covered his chest, looking like he was going to resist to the death.
"You change into my vest, I'll change into your suit." Yang Cheng winked at him.
Xiao Zhao's resistance was futile because Qiangwei had already signaled him to listen to Yang Cheng with her eyes. He could only follow Yang Cheng to a corner with a bitter expression.
Once again becoming a waiter, Xiao Zhao who couldn't change his fate pulled a long face. He picked up the tray that Yang Cheng was holding, wiped his tears innocently and went to work.
"That outfit suits Xiao Zhao-ge better," Chen Rong commented playfully.
Yang Cheng was surprised that Qiangwei would bring Chen Rong along. It seemed like Qiangwei was determined to groom Chen Rong, otherwise she wouldn't have brought a girl to such a big event. He could only hope that tonight wouldn't be too exciting. If the girl couldn't take it, he wouldn't have the face to meet her brother!
"Qiangwei, my daughter, you're finally here."
This bright voice appeared arrogantly at Rose Bar not long ago, it was Situ Mingze.
Situ Mingze, who was wearing a white tuxedo, looked cultured and elegant. His bright and handsome face didn't look like he was in his fifties. He was like the most classical gentleman in England, calm and collected. Behind him were a few big shots from West Union Society and a few of Situ Mingze's bodyguards.
At Situ Mingze's side was a short man wearing a black suit. His appearance was much older than the others, and it was hard to say whether he was handsome or not, but his entire person seemed to be shrouded in a dark fog. The smile on his face was like that of a zombie that had crawled out of a coffin, giving people a feeling that it was very sincere.
Qiangwei's smile disappeared without a trace, "I can't remember whether it was two or three years ago when I told you that I'm no longer your daughter."
"Tsk tsk." Situ Mingze didn't get angry at Rose's cold words and didn't give him any face. Instead, he warmly said, "What are you saying? Blood is thicker than water. It's fine for you to quarrel and quarrel normally, but in front of your elders, it's not appropriate to talk to your father like this."
With this father and daughter meeting, the simple banquet that had been going on for quite a while finally entered the main show. Quite a few guests had already begun to quietly gather around, paying attention to the conversation on the stage.
Qiangwei didn't argue with Situ Mingze on this topic, and instead turned her gaze to the smiling and friendly short man at the side, "You must be Dongxing Group's president, Mr. Zhou Guangnian, right?"
Zhou Guangnian modestly waved his hand, just like a loving uncle next door looking at the little girl next door, "It's a blessing that Miss Qiangwei recognizes this Zhou, but this Zhou has not been the president for many years, and is now the president of Dongxing Group, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The meaning of the East Union's only underworld boss was very clear — this brother's level is higher than yours!
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