"Are you saying that you're going to fight?"
Zhao Yuanliang was so angry that he laughed. Not only was he not nervous at all, but he looked at Ye Chen even more arrogantly, "I've lived for over 20 years, and this is the first time I've seen someone as ignorant as you. Interesting."
Although he said that, killing intent flashed through his eyes.
Who in the entire Jinling did not know his name, the Second Young Master of the Zhao family? Everyone would be polite to him. However, Ye Chen dared to cause trouble and even slap his face.
Just when he was about to call the security guards …
"Kneel!"
A thunderous voice exploded in his ears. Before he could react, he felt an inexplicable pressure coming at him. It was as if a mountain had descended and pressed him heavily to the ground.
Plop!
He knelt before Ye Chen in a daze.
"F * ck, brat, what did you do to me?"
Zhao Yuanliang's face was flushed red as he struggled. However, he realized that the more he struggled, the greater the pressure on his body. In the end, he was prostrating on the ground.
For a moment, the entire hall was dead silent!
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief!
What did they see?
The Zhao family's Second Young Master, the devil incarnate, was now kneeling on the ground with a single slap. Moreover, he was prostrating on the ground like a dead dog.
One must know that Zhao Yuanliang was the Zhao family's Second Young Master!
Ye Chen asking him to kneel now was no different from slapping the wealthy Zhao family's face. He would definitely not be able to withstand the Zhao family's wrath after this!
Meanwhile, Cang Shuxue and Li Yongmin were dumbfounded!
They knew that Ye Chen was bold, but they did not expect him to be so bold that he even dared to touch the Zhao family's Second Young Master.
"It's over, it's over!"
When Li Yongmin snapped back to his senses, his face turned ashen as he stomped his feet, "Brother Ye, you're in big trouble!"
Although he was only a contractor, the projects he took on were worth hundreds of millions. He had interacted with many people, so he naturally knew how terrifying the Zhao family was.
Although he was worth over a hundred million, it was nothing compared to the Zhao family!
"Ahhhh!"
At the next moment, Zhao Yuanliang, who was kneeling on the ground, screamed miserably. Subsequently, he looked at Ye Chen with resentment, "Brat, I guarantee that you're dead. You're dead. My Zhao family won't let you off!"
"The Zhao family of Jin City?"
Ye Chen squinted and subsequently looked at Zhao Yang, who was looking at him in fear, "I'll give you a chance. Call your family and get them to pick you up. At the same time, give me an explanation!"
Zhao Yang, who was seven years old, shivered. In the end, he couldn't help but take out his phone and call. He cried, "First Uncle, Second Uncle is being bullied. Come quickly …"
Meanwhile, the onlookers gasped. They looked at Ye Chen as if they were looking at a dead man.
Crazy!
This was really crazy!
Not only did he beat up a member of the Zhao Family, he even dared to ask the Zhao Family to come and pick him up. He even wanted the Zhao Family to give him an explanation!
…
Meanwhile.
Inside a manor in Jin Ling City.
Two middle-aged men sat opposite each other. There was a chess game in front of them. Beside them, there was a young girl in black holding her chin with both hands. She looked drowsy, as if she was not interested in chess.
At this moment, the middle-aged man with the black chess piece placed his piece and looked at the young girl in black beside him. He could not help but smile, "Brother Ning, Ruolan is about to turn 19, right? Is she married? "
"She'll be 19 in a month!"
The middle-aged man with the white chess piece shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "This girl is proud and arrogant. Her temper is even hotter than mine. Ordinary people can't control her!"
At this point, a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.
In this world, perhaps the only person who could control his daughter was the young man in white who carried a sword on his back, right?
He wondered how he was doing in Beijing.
The middle-aged man with the black chess piece smiled faintly, "My second son, Yuanliang, is about to turn 24. Brother Ning, if you don't mind, perhaps our families can unite by marriage."
The middle-aged man with the surname Ning frowned slightly. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse, there was a burst of hurried footsteps from outside. Then, a handsome, calm young man walked in quickly.
He first looked at the middle-aged man with the surname Ning, then walked to another middle-aged man and whispered a few words. The black chess piece in the middle-aged man's hand was broken.
"Brother Zhao, did something happen?" The middle-aged man with the surname Ning asked.
The middle-aged man with the surname Zhao said in a deep voice, "What else could it be? It's my good-for-nothing second son causing trouble outside again."
His tone seemed to be self-deprecating, but it was mixed with a trace of coldness, "Although my second son is a good-for-nothing, he's usually arrogant and domineering. If he's taught a lesson, he asked for it!"
"But now he's been beaten to the ground in public, and he's even asking the Zhao family to give him an explanation. He's clearly looking down on the Zhao family!"
At this point, he could not help but look at the young man next to him, "Boss, go and get him yourself. While you're at it, see who is so arrogant!"
"Yes, Father!"
The young man responded. Just when he was about to leave, a cheer suddenly came from behind, "Is there a good show to watch? You have to bring me along. I love watching shows! "
It was the sleepy girl in black who had woken up.
Her pretty face was filled with excitement.
The young man shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Let's go, Sister Ruolan!"
…
Jinling Gallery!
Ye Chen retracted his hand slowly and lifted his head to look at the young judge next to him, "Can we talk properly now?"
The young judge fell to the ground in shock.
At that moment, a middle-aged man walked over quickly, "Sir, I'm the director of Jinling Gallery, Xu Anhua. Please don't cause trouble and leave immediately. Otherwise, I'll call the police!"
"Get lost!"
Ye Chen flung his sleeve and sent him flying on the spot. His voice was like a bell that shook the entire place, "I just want an explanation. Is it that difficult? Why do you have to force me to do it? "
"Security, security, chase him out!"
Xu Anhua roared furiously.
As soon as he said that, four to five uniformed security guards with electric batons rushed to the scene and surrounded Ye Chen.
A ferocious gleam flashed through Ye Chen's eyes. Just when he was about to attack, he heard a deep voice coming from the door, "Wait!"
Everyone could not help but turn their heads to look.
They saw an old man in a clear robe walking over slowly with his hands behind his back. There were many people following behind him.
"It's Master Wu!"
"And the president of the Art Association, President Chen and the rest!"
"And Master Jiang from the calligraphy world!"
"I didn't expect them to be alarmed. This is getting out of hand!"
Someone let out a cry of surprise, which then led to a series of gasps.
…
(PS: Chapter 2, and more!)
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