A middle-aged man in a grey suit exuded an air of superiority. He looked to be in his fifties, and his face was weathered by the vicissitudes of life.
Beside him was an elegant man dressed in a custom-made suit from Givenchy. The tailored suit accentuated his tall and straight figure. His face was handsome, and he naturally had an air of arrogance about him. It was obvious that he was a descendant of a noble family, and he was as dazzling as the stars.
"Young Master Cao, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." Hou Pingliang nodded and bowed slightly, like a senior. It was clear who was superior and who was inferior.
Behind the two of them were four tall, sturdy, and strict bodyguards.
Hou Pingliang ran a hotel and transportation business. He was just a second-order family. Compared to the billions of assets of the Cao family, the difference was like the glow of rotten grass compared to the brilliance of the sun and the moon.
He had finally managed to contact Young Master Cao through various channels and negotiated an important project. If anything went wrong, he wouldn't feel sorry for his son even if he beat him to death.
"President Hou."
"Young Master Cao."
"Dad." Hou Chen Huang saw Hou Pingliang and called out.
"Cousin." Cao Baichuan saw Cao Simiao and immediately lowered his head. In the outside world, he was a member of the prestigious Cao family, but he wasn't on the same level as Cao Simiao at all. Cao Simiao could decide his father's position in the Cao family with a single word. He, Cao Baichuan, was still studying at school. He was nothing.
Hou Pingliang frowned and looked at Zhuo Bufan, who was surrounded by the crowd. "What happened?"
"He is Miss Chu's friend. He was flirting with Xiaoyun in the washroom, so I wanted to teach him a lesson," Hou Chen Huang said.
Hou Pingliang took a look at Zhuo Bufan and then at Huang Yiyun, whose eyes were red. Although he didn't like his son to be too close to women in the entertainment circle, Huang Yiyun was Hou Chenhuang's girlfriend after all. Who on earth was this guy? How dare he offend a member of the Hou family?
While he was frowning and thinking, Cao Simiao suddenly walked over in big steps. He looked at Hou Chen with a smile and said, "Lord Hou, did you just say that he flirted with your girlfriend?"
"That's right, Young Lord Cao. Who is this guy? How dare he make trouble in our Hou Clan's territory? I will send someone to kick him out right now, so that he won't spoil Young Lord Cao's mood." Hou Chen Huang smiled flatteringly.
Huang Yiyun wiped away her tears and said, "Young Master Cao, you have to uphold justice for me."
"I'll uphold justice for you. Do you think Mr Zhuo will like you based on your looks? Who the hell do you think you are? " Cao Simiao's face darkened. He shouted harshly, which scared Huang Yiyun and Hou Chen Huang.
Although Cao Simiao had a high status in the industry, he was modest and polite to everyone. This was the first time everyone had seen Cao Simiao lose his temper in front of everyone.
It was like a tiger that was usually docile suddenly became furious. Hou Chen Huang was so scared that his heart was pounding.
Hou Pingliang was also stunned on the spot. The gentle and courteous Young Master Cao had actually gotten angry.
Cao Simiao ignored everyone's surprise. He walked to Zhuo Bufan with a smile, reached out his hand and said, "Mr Zhuo."
"Hmm." Zhuo Bufan didn't shake hands with him. Everyone was so shocked that their eyes almost fell out.
Cao Simiao had never married in his life and he had no children. Cao Simiao was his future successor, the seed of the richest man in Zhe Province. Now Cao Simiao wanted to shake hands with him, but he didn't even look at him.
Cao Simiao wasn't angry at all. Even if his uncle was here, Cao Youwei wouldn't dare to say anything if Zhuo Bufan didn't show respect to him.
"Cousin, who the hell is this guy? He is so arrogant. "Cao Baichuan frowned and suddenly said.
"Pah!"
A loud sound shook everyone's eardrums. Cao Baichuan was slapped by Cao Simiao and staggered. There was a red handprint on his face. He covered his face and cried because of the pain. "Cousin … cousin, why did you hit me?"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to Mr Zhuo like that?" Cao Simiao said coldly, "Tell your father not to attend the next family meeting."
Hearing Cao Simiao's words, Cao Baichuan felt like he was falling into an abyss. He felt cold all over. If he couldn't attend the family meeting, it meant he was kicked out of the core circle of the family and had to wander around the periphery, waiting for death.
Hou Pingliang had been in the business world for more than thirty years. He had a sharp mind. He saw how Cao Simiao treated Zhuo Bufan. If Zhuo Bufan didn't have a strong background, Cao Simiao's nephew wouldn't be so angry.
Thinking of this, Hou Pingliang glared at Hou Chen Huang and kicked him in the leg without caring about his image. He scolded, "You unfilial son, kneel down and apologize to Mr Zhuo."
Hou Chen Huang was dumbfounded. He knelt down on the ground with a thud. His brain was a mess.
The people around were even more confused. This boy in ordinary sportswear looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. Who on earth was he? How could Cao Simiao be so angry at his cousin?
Kong Jianbo and Huang Yiyun were even more confused.
When they were in Pingshan Town, Kong Jianbo thought that Zhuo Bufan was just lucky and won some money, so he was jealous. Now he saw how Hou Pingliang and Cao Simiao treated him, which was a great blow to him. Only now did he realize that he was not even a clown in Zhuo Bufan's eyes.
"Mr Zhuo, Young Master Cao, why don't we find another place to talk?" Hou Pingliang bowed even more and tried to please them.
Zhuo Bufan nodded slightly and walked outside. When he reached Cao Baichuan, he stopped and said lightly, "You still owe me 12 million yuan. Transfer it to my account tomorrow." Cao Baichuan nodded and said lightly, "You still owe me 12 million.
Cao Baichuan looked pale. He looked at Cao Simiao for help.
Cao Simiao glared at him and didn't say a word. He and Hou Pingliang followed Zhuo Bufan to the VIP room on the second floor.
Chu Lingding didn't know what was going on. The first time she met Zhuo Bufan was at the airport. She thought he was an ordinary man. The second time she met him was at home. Zhuo Bufan was a doctor. Suddenly, she realized that maybe Cao Simiao and Cao Youwei treated him before. That was why they were so polite to him.
"Lingding, don't you believe me?" Huang Yiyun held Chu Lingding's arm and said pitifully.
Chu Lingding looked at her and bit her lips. "Xiao Yun, maybe it's just a misunderstanding." She chose to believe her best friend one more time.
In the room, Hou Pingliang took a bottle of 1982 Lafite and poured some red wine for Zhuo Bufan. He said flatteringly, "Mr Zhuo, my son was rude just now. Please forgive him!"
Cao Simiao also stood up with his glass and said, "Mr Zhuo, my cousin is arrogant. He must have offended you. Please let him go for my uncle's sake."
Zhuo Bufan didn't take Cao Baichuan and Hou Chenhuang seriously. She nodded slightly.
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