Searching for Treasures in the Clouds

In a brand show venue,

Jiang Zaizhou was sitting in the backstage, very close to the models on the catwalk, so close that he could see every detail of the clothes on the models. This was a high-end series of a big brand, and each dress was beautifully made. Everyone at the scene was watching carefully and whispering about the clothes with the people around them, but he was absent-minded.

On the surface, his eyes were looking at the clothes on the model, but if you look closely, you can find that he was looking past the clothes to observe the audience.

He scanned the scene again and again, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no face he didn't want to see. Just when he was about to relax, the face that disgusted him flashed in the corner again.

Fang Longfei's eyes were like two bundles of nails piercing Jiang Zaizhou's face, clearly focused and sharp. Jiang Zaizhou noticed the overly intense look and immediately lowered his head to fiddle with his phone, pretending not to see it.

The next model was about to come over, and he quickly raised his phone to the model, but in fact he was secretly taking photos of Fang Longfei. After taking a few photos in a row, he put down his phone and clicked into the album to check. Then, he picked out the two clearest photos and sent them to the chat group he had with Yun Jixing and Xi Yizai.

Jiang Zaizhou: Fang Longfei also came to see the show.

Jiang Zaizhou: This bitch has been on the hot search so frequently recently. She dared to show her face instead of staying at home. She was staring at me just now. Even a cobra would be gentler than her.

It took several minutes for someone to reply to him, and the first one to reply was Xi Yizai.

Xi Yizai: I thought he should be arrested and investigated.

Jiang Zaizhou: Not yet, but it should be soon. I heard that this bitch is looking for connections and shelter everywhere recently. Hahaha, there will be such a day for him.

Xi Yizai: Did you bring enough bodyguards with you today? This guy probably hates you so much that he wants to peel off your skin and pull out your tendons, so you better be careful.

Jiang Zaizhou: I brought three.

Xi Yizai: So few? Give me a specific location. I know someone there. I can lend you a few bodyguards to support you.

Jiang Zaizhou: No, it's too much trouble. It should be fine. The organizer is quite powerful. I am still safe here.

The two chatted for a while before Yunjixing emerged.

Yunjixing: What are your plans after the show?

Jiang Zaizhou: The organizer held a private banquet, and those who were invited went to eat. I want to go.

Xi Yizai: Where is the horse face?

Jiang Zaizhou: I don't know. According to that bitch's status, he should have. After all, he is half a Celestial Dragon, so it is easy for him to have a high-class banquet.

Yunjixing: You should ask the little ant to lend you a few bodyguards. It's a bit dangerous. Don't eat anything at the banquet. It will be dangerous if he does something to you.

Jiang Zaizhou: That is a must.

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After the fashion show, it was soon time for a private banquet hosted by the organizer.

Everyone will arrive at the banquet venue in advance, and before the banquet officially begins, the guests can move around freely and socialize. But Jiang Zaizhou has lost all interest in socializing because he saw Fang Longfei at the show, so he stayed in his seat and played with his phone. In the huge venue, he looked a little out of place sitting alone.

Except for a few important guests who have fixed seats, everyone else's seats are free to choose. Unfortunately, Jiang Zaizhou's seat is a fixed seat, otherwise he would hide himself in a corner, which would be safer.

The lighting on the scene was not particularly good. For the sake of atmosphere, the huge Baroque crystal chandelier hanging from the dome only lit up the lower circle. In such an environment, the light reflected by the silver carved tableware and the tiny flames burning on the gilded candlesticks would flow in the air in various ways and be reflected in people's eyes.

Jiang Zaizhou felt a little uneasy in such a dim environment, especially since many waiters were waiting in the darkest corners to go on stage. Their figures were looming, but the pair of white gloves on their hands was the clearest, which gave him a chilling feeling. The gloves seemed to fly out and strangle someone.

He sat in his seat, looking around calmly, trying to find Fang Longfei and his lackeys. After looking for a long time, Fang Longfei didn't find them, but saw other faces he didn't like.

Those men and women, the more famous designers in the circle, stood together with wine glasses in hand, toasting each other, the women dressed a little coquettishly, and the men dressed like a demon. A bunch of nondescript people crowded together, talking and laughing, the jewels on their bodies flashed in the haze, and the French mixed with chuckles vaguely reached his ears.

Several people noticed Jiang Zaizhou while chatting and laughing, but they all pretended not to see him. Their eyes stayed on him for a short moment before they passed him and continued to talk to others. Of course, Jiang Zaizhou also saw them, but since they treated him as if he didn't exist, he didn't take them seriously and pretended not to know them.

After thinking about it, he raised his phone, pointed it at the group of people, quietly took a photo and sent it to his small group of three.

Jiang Zaizhou: Look at these slutty bitches. They are in China, chatting with Chinese people, but they are actually communicating in French. What are they pretending to be?

Xi Yizai and Yun Jixing were probably busy with something and hadn't replied to him for a long time. Seeing the chat interface with only him speaking, he couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

"Three, two... one, one point one, one point two..."

Jiang Zaizhou held his phone in his hand and counted down secretly in his heart. He decided that if Yun Jixing and Xi Yizai didn't reply when he counted to zero, he would stop playing with his phone. After all, important guests might be coming, and he still had to socialize and do some social etiquette.

"Jiang Zaizhou."

As he was counting down on his phone, a voice with a strange tone came from the side.

Jiang Zaizhou turned around and saw Fang Longfei standing next to him. He immediately stepped back from his seat to distance himself from him.

"Young Master Jiang, are you still afraid of me?" Fang Longfei sneered.

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm just worried that your bad breath is so bad that it will make me faint." Jiang Zaizhou said with a smile.

Fang Longfei took a step forward, looking like he was going to fight Jiang Zaizhou, but the assistant beside him held him back. He barely managed to keep his sanity and said, "Jiang Zaizhou, you're looking for death." Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Haha." Jiang Zaizhou smiled indifferently. "I'm such a law-abiding person, how can I seek death?"

Fang Longfei's assistant couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when seeing this scene. He looked between the two of them again and again, opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something to persuade Fang Longfei, but due to his pressure, he didn't dare to speak, and could only stand there in silence.

At this time, another person came over. It was a white woman who looked to be around fifty years old and was wearing an elegant white dress.

"Jiang, is that you?" The white woman who came over looked at Jiang Zaizhou with a smile and was the first to greet him.

This woman was a well-known fashion godmother in the design circle, and Jiang Zaizhou had always liked her designs. Taking this opportunity, he hurried forward to chat with the fashion godmother.

Fang Longfei, because someone had come and was a well-known figure, did not dare to act rashly and left the area where Jiang Zaizhou was.

After he and his assistant walked to other places, his eyes were still on Jiang Zaizhou. Seeing him talking and laughing with the fashion godmother, he clenched the wine glass in his hand.

"Damn it, you sissy, you'll suffer in the future." He cursed inwardly.