Chapter 239
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"Don't call me Mrs. Huangfu. My name is Zhang Xiaocui. Zhang Xiaocui furrowed her brows in displeasure.
Kang Weiguo knew a little about Zhang Xiaocui. He smiled bitterly and said, "Mrs. Zhang, you're here too."
"Why can't I be here? Is this my home? " Zhang Xiaocui said unhappily. Martial artists seemed to have disappeared from society, but people who lived in the upper class knew that martial artists still existed. Martial artists were the trump card of many families.
In the hall, there were many people in all kinds of martial arts suits. They seemed to be the masters of martial arts schools.
"Director Kang."
"Director Kang."
Many people greeted Kang Weiguo. Martial artists never cared about money and power. They only respected the strong, so only people greeted Kang Weiguo. As for Kang Youming, many people didn't even bother to talk to him.
Zhang Xiaocui, Zhang Huan, and Zhuo Bufan walked behind him.
There were seven chairs in the middle of the hall. Seven old men in white robes sat there. The youngest one looked about the same age as Kang Weiguo. The older one had silver hair and looked like an immortal.
In the middle was a short-haired man in his fifties. He had a powerful aura around him.
"President." Kang Weiguo greeted the short-haired man.
The others were the directors of the martial arts association. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Xiaocui. President Jin Yuqian stood up immediately. He was shocked and said, "Mrs. Huangfu, why are you here?"
"My name is Zhang Xiaocui." Zhang Xiaocui said angrily.
"Hurry up and bring two chairs over." Jin Yuqian shouted.
Immediately, two good carved nanmu chairs were brought over. Zhang Xiaocui sat down gracefully. Zhang Huan hesitated for a moment, then pulled Zhuo Bufan's sleeve and said, "Zhuo Bufan, you sit down. I'll just stand."
Jin Yuqian frowned and said, "Miss, this is your chair. As for that young man, it's okay to let him stand, right?" He didn't even look at Zhuo Bufan.
Not only him, but the other directors didn't pay attention to Zhuo Bufan either. He was too ordinary. If it wasn't for Kang Weiguo's recommendation, they wouldn't even want to come.
"Sit. I can't be so ungentlemanly, right?" Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.
Zhang Huan frowned, but Zhang Xiaocui pulled her to sit. She looked at Zhuo Bufan standing alone in the middle. She could feel the contempt these people had for Zhuo Bufan.
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