Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

If you wanted to sit in that spot, you'd probably have to hang half your body on Feng Hui.

More than anger, Lin Ting was shocked.

Having been invited here yesterday, she did indeed feel that this young master Feng was somewhat playful and unreliable.

But I never expected that a young master from a wealthy family would act like a lecher without any attempt to hide it.

If it were an introduction from someone else, Lin Ting would never have listened to the other person's suggestion to meet at the disco, but the connection with Jiang's father... she really didn't expect it to be this outrageous.

I doubt even my master expected this.

Lin Ting stood still, intending to call Feng Hui out to discuss serious matters, when Xiao Wu, who was two people away from Feng Hui, suddenly stood up.

She seemed to want to go to the restroom, and Lin Ting was standing in her way.

She casually put her arm around Lin Ting's waist and switched places with her, saying, "Excuse me, I'm going out for a bit."

He then gently pressed Lin Ting back into her original seat.

Lin Ting was slightly taken aback. She looked up at her, only to find that she wasn't even looking at her.

She decided to go with the flow and just sat there without moving.

"Duan Xiaowu, why are you such a spoilsport?"

Feng Hui rebuked him in dissatisfaction.

Xiao Wu stopped and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with me? Do I have to report to Young Master Feng to go to the toilet now?"

She snapped at him, and without waiting for Feng Hui's reaction, she tossed her short hair and left gracefully.

Feng Hui rolled his eyes at her retreating figure, then took an empty wine glass, poured a full glass of foreign liquor, handed it to Lin Ting, and said with a smile, "Here, Miss Lin, have a drink."

Someone nearby whistled.

Such a large glass of wine would probably make an ordinary girl drunk, let alone drink it.

Lin Ting didn't seem to care about the amount of wine.

But you can't drink it for no apparent reason.

Noticing her hesitation, someone nearby chimed in jokingly, "Come on, Miss Lin, our Brother Hui always starts business deals with drinks."

"Yeah, hurry up, if you're late, you'll be punished with three drinks."

“If you don’t drink, there are plenty of people who do. If it weren’t for the Jiang family, you wouldn’t even have the chance to drink this glass of wine.”

Everyone around Feng Hui was praising him, but the meaning behind his words... was quite intriguing.

Lin listened to their words, a slight smile playing on her lips.

It seems that this young master Feng isn't always so capable. His arrogance has not only hurt those seeking cooperation but also offended his "friends."

Feng Hui didn't pay attention to what they were saying; he just smiled and stared at Lin Ting as if she were the only person in the entire disco.

"Miss Lin, have a drink with me, and I'll give you whatever you want."

He dragged out the word, making a perfectly good sentence sound ambiguous and tender.

Lin Ting knew what they were up to, but she still reached out and took the wine glass.

She dared to drink because she was confident in her alcohol tolerance, and also because Monk was right behind the sofa, so he could get her safely back to the hotel no matter what.

But before she could retract her hand, it suddenly felt empty.

The wine glass changed hands.

Everyone was stunned, looking at the uninvited guest in astonishment.

The most confused person was actually Lin Ting.

"How did you come?"

This is different from the script she wrote!

Jiang Zong held a wine glass in one hand and glanced sideways at the person next to Lin Ting.

He didn't say anything, but the man seemed to understand what he meant and reluctantly got up and moved away.

Jiang Zong sat down, glancing indifferently at Feng Hui.

He said, "I'll drink with you."

Seeing that his good deed had been ruined, Feng Hui's face immediately darkened. He frowned and sized up Jiang Zong with an unfriendly expression: "Who are you?"

"Jiang Zong".

Those around them involuntarily gasped.

I was wondering yesterday why the eldest son of the Jiang family wasn't here, but I saw him today.

Feng Hui was taken aback for a moment, then his brows relaxed.

He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs.

Others might have reservations about Jiang Zong, but he was not afraid.

Now that the Jiang family needs his help, he's the boss.

Feng Hui squinted and said impatiently, "You want to talk to me about the land, right? I can give it to the Jiang family, but I want half of the net profit ten years after the construction is completed."

Lin Ting frowned slightly.

This is simply asking for the moon.

But she estimated that even with these conditions, there would be plenty of people eager to take it.

Lin Ting's assessment was correct; Feng Hui had indeed negotiated the same terms with others, and quite a few people were willing to offer him concessions.

In reality, when he talked to those people, he didn't even invite them to the disco; he just said it over the phone.

He felt he had already given the Chiang family a lot of face.

Jiang Zong placed the wine glass on the coffee table with a small, quiet movement, seemingly without any temper.

He turned to look at Lin Ting: "Going out for a late-night snack?"

Lin Ting knew that the Jiang family would not agree to these conditions, and there was little point in continuing the negotiations.

What kind of outcome can we expect? Half of the net profit over five years? Or 40%?

No matter what it is, they will never accept it.

She nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Jiang Zongchao reached out his hand, as if worried that she was afraid, and firmly grasped her small hand with his large hand.

Lin Ting paused for a moment, then used his fingers to help her stand up.

Jiang Zong made no attempt to exchange pleasantries with Feng Hui and got up to leave.

Since taking off, Feng Hui had never been humiliated in public like this before. Already displeased by Jiang Zong's arrival, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"Did I let you go?"

Feng Hui pointed to Jiang Zong... and Lin Ting beside him: "You, come and keep me company."

Jiang Zong suddenly turned his head, raised his hand and grabbed Feng Hui's fingers, prying them upwards.

Feng Hui reacted quickly; he didn't struggle, and as soon as he felt the pain, he bent his wrist to relieve the pain as much as possible.

I don't know where he got this kind of experience from.

"Jiang Zong, how dare you hit me?"

Feng Hui's voice rose, his eyes blazing: "You don't want the land anymore?"

Jiang Zong glanced at him, his tone laced with sarcasm, and said, "If we have something to discuss, I can be a little less respectful; if we have nothing to say, who do you think you are?"

This was probably the first time Feng Hui had been publicly humiliated since taking off, and he was very uncomfortable with it.

He stared blankly at Jiang Zong, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Jiang Zong flung his hand away, took the silk handkerchief Lin Ting offered and wiped his hands, before taking Lin Ting's small hand again to leave.

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you think Beijing is Shanghai? You want to fight me? Who do you think you are? You're a piece of trash who was born of a mother but didn't learn anything from her..."

Before Feng Hui could finish cursing, Jiang Zong turned around and kicked him in the stomach.

Caught off guard and having been drinking, Young Master Feng let out a yell and collapsed onto the sofa.

Jiang Zong pushed Lin Ting next to Monk, then pressed his advantage with a clenched fist.

He pressed his knee against Feng Hui's chest and rained down punches.

The young men next to him were stunned for a moment before they were about to step forward to help. No matter how much they disliked Feng Hui, he was still one of their own. How could they just stand by and watch him get beaten up by an outsider?

Before they could even make a move, they heard a crash as glass shattered.

Lin Ting smashed a wine bottle, glared at them, and shouted: "If you dare to touch a hair on Jiang Zong's head today, all of Jiang's shopping malls and factories will be shut down and stop shipping goods starting tomorrow. Let's see who dares to do it!"

Those outstretched hands froze in mid-air.

Feng Hui was beaten, but he refused to accept it.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "What the hell are you bragging about? If you don't sell your goods, there are plenty of others who will! You're all lowlifes who engage in speculation and profiteering, but if you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will!"

"I'm telling you right now, the Jiang family has no chance of entering the capital!"