"Overlord Zhan? Which one is Overlord Zhan? "
"Oh, it's the one in the black windbreaker."
"Who is he? He looks fierce."
"The son of Commander Zhan of Jiankang's military district. He's a military academy student. This guy has a soft spot for Zhuang Feiyu. He's taught a lesson to a few young masters in our circle who wanted to pursue Zhuang Feiyu. This guy in uniform is done for … "
"Damn, the son of a big shot in the military? No wonder … we can't afford to offend him. "
The crowd whispered among themselves. Many people were watching the fight with a gloating attitude.
On the second floor, Park Shao-yang and Luo Yixing watched with cold eyes. Ding Qianqian, who was in the crowd not far away, was also watching with cold eyes.
…
Seeing that Pei Feng and Zhan Pengfei were not giving way to each other, and the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, Xu Lu gently pulled on Pei Feng's clothes and said in a low voice, "Pei Feng, you can't fight here. Otherwise, something big will happen. How about … you don't stoop to his level. If this goes on, you two will fight sooner or later. "
Pei Feng turned his head and glanced at her. After a while, he nodded lightly and said, "Okay, I'll give you face."
"What? Are you scared? "
Zhan Pengfei smiled coldly and said, "Pei, in all my life, no one has ever dared to provoke me like this. And it's in front of the woman I like! Let me tell you, you're not going to get away with this! "
Pei Feng raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to speak, a deep and dignified voice suddenly came from not far away, "What's going on? Who dares to cause trouble at the Yun Group's antique exchange party? "
"Damn, even Grandpa Jiang is here. Someone is going to suffer this time." Someone in the crowd said in a low voice.
The one who walked out from the crowd was a middle-aged man with a flattop haircut and a stern expression. He was as sturdy as a black iron tower.
This man's name was Jiang Jian, the head of security of Idle Cloud Heights. He was also the first confidant and private bodyguard of Yun Moshan, the chairman of Yun Group. This antique collection exchange reception was initiated by Yun Group's chairman, Yun Moshan, and it was supported and responded by many collectors in Shanghai.
Jiang Jian was impartial, professional, and strict. For high-end private gatherings like the antique collection exchange cocktail party, he would never allow such a situation to happen. In the past, there were several times when the second-generation disciples picked a quarrel or got drunk, but they were all solved by Jiang Jian with thunderous means. He also blacklisted these troublemakers and never allowed them to appear in the antique collection exchange cocktail party again.
"This is interesting."
On the second floor, Luo Yixing sneered and said, "The background of Yun Group is very big, and Jiang Jian has always been ruthless and does things according to the rules. I want to see how this guy surnamed Pei will end up today."
In the crowd, Ding Qianqian also snorted and whispered to herself, "Offending Zhan Pengfei, if there is a conflict with Jiang Jian, Pei Feng … you will be in big trouble."
Seeing Jiang Jian appear, Zhan Pengfei's heart suddenly moved, and he greeted him with a smile, "Grandpa Jiang, long time no see."
Seeing that the person was Zhan Pengfei, Jiang Jian was startled. His expression slightly changed, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face, "So it is Childe Zhan, long time no see."
"Duke Jiang, I suspect that this person has snuck into Idle Cloud Mountain Villa. He doesn't have an invitation. Please check and chase him out."
Jiang Jian frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Pei Feng, slightly nodded, and said in a low voice, "Sir, please show me your invitation."
"Why do we have to show our invitation, but he doesn't have to?"
Xu Lu argued back.
Jiang Jian glanced at her and said lightly, "Childe Zhan is a frequent guest of our antique collection exchange cocktail party. His identity is clear, so he doesn't need to show his invitation."
Speaking of this, his eyes fell on Pei Feng again, "But this gentleman, you … I don't think I have seen you before. Please show me your invitation, thank you."
"He doesn't have an invitation."
Zhan Pengfei next to him smiled and said, "Grandpa Jiang, this guy is Pei Feng. This year, he just transferred to our Nanming High School from the countryside. He is a transfer student. His family has no money or power, and he is just a poor loser from a working-class family. Tell me, how can this kind of person be qualified to enter the antique collection exchange cocktail party? "
As soon as these words came out, the way everyone looked at Pei Feng changed. Even Zhuang Feiyu and Xu Lu were stunned.
Not to mention other things, a child from a working-class family … was indeed not qualified to participate in the antique collection exchange cocktail party.
Although this was not a written rule, no one would guarantee that a working-class family could participate in the antique collection exchange cocktail party, even if he was a relative. Because they couldn't afford to lose face — in the circle, the most important thing was face, and this kind of thing was the most shameful.
"This guy is really a poor loser? How did he sneak in? "
"I said, who would wear a school uniform to participate in the antique collection exchange cocktail party? It's so funny, he is really a poor loser. "
"I will say it again, please show me your invitation."
Jiang Jian's voice also became cold, and he even omitted the word "Sir".
Pei Feng's eyes slowly narrowed. After a long silence, he shook his head, "I don't have an invitation."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"I guessed it, you really don't have an invitation!"
Now Zhan Pengfei was very proud. He pointed at the corridor and said arrogantly, "Get out of here, you are not welcome here, surnamed Pei! How dare you try to get close to Light Rain?! "
After getting the answer from Pei Feng, he looked at Pei Feng with eyes that were completely cold and arrogant. That kind of eyes … was like a giant looking down at a lowly ant, superior and disdainful.
"No invitation? Then how did you get in? Tell me —! "
Jiang Jian's face suddenly changed, and his eyes became cold. He looked at Pei Feng as if he was looking at a thief.
Every time the antique collection exchange banquet was held, it was the personal collection of the big shots, and the rules were even higher than the antique auctions. The total value was at least a few hundred million, or even more than a billion. This was not a joke!
He was in charge of the security of the antique collection exchange cocktail party. If something was lost, it would be a big deal. Even if it was not lost, it would be his dereliction of duty if an outsider sneaked in. If it was known by the chairman Yun Moshan … it would be a serious matter!
In the crowd, Ding Qianqian had a gloating expression on her face, and she almost laughed out loud.
On the second floor
Luo Yixing smiled sinisterly, "The thing at the bottom of the society dares to join our circle. Now it will be a joke. I think … he might fight with Jiang Jian in a while, and then he will suffer. I reckon Xu Lu won't bother with him anymore, hehe. "
Pu Shaoyang, who was next to him, furrowed his brows and revealed a deep disappointment in his eyes.
He originally thought that Pei Feng was really a big shot, but he did not expect that he was this kind of person who sneaked into the high-end cocktail party. He did not know whether he wanted to steal or to show off.
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