Fashionable Zheng Shao

"Ha!"

After a moment of being stunned, Zhu Weicheng couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You guys are really interesting, daring to make any kind of joke."

"We are very serious. We never joke around," Zhou Ping'an said.

Soon, after the dishes were served, everyone began to taste them.

"Here, the Banlangen instant noodles you ordered, try the taste." Wang Er placed a bowl of noodles soaked in a pitch-black broth in front of Xia Fei.

"I'll try it. I don't believe it can actually kill anyone."

Xia Fei chuckled, not taking it seriously. He picked up a bunch with his chopsticks and slurped them up.

"It's unexpectedly delicious," he then said in surprise.

"Are you serious?" Wang Er was suspicious, clearly not believing him.

Xia Fei ignored him and just focused on eating, eventually even drinking all the soup. "Another bowl!"

"Another bowl, my foot! There are so many other dishes you haven't tasted, and you only want to eat instant noodles?"

Liu Silin slapped him on the forehead and then placed the bread-stewed pork in front of Xia Fei. "Try this one too."

"And this." Zhong Mingyuan brought over the stir-fried tomatoes with tomatoes.

"I can only say that you guys really have no luck with good food."

Xia Fei didn't waste any more words and tried the two dishes respectively, ultimately giving both of them extremely high praise.

However, the others were still suspicious and didn't dare to use their chopsticks.

"Young Master Zhu, why didn't you let me know you were coming to eat at my family's hotel? If the front desk hadn't told me they saw you just now, I wouldn't have even known."

Right at this moment, a young man walked in from outside the private room.

Zheng Xingyan, a top-tier rich second generation in Lingyang City.

The Zheng family was the wealthiest in Lingyang City. In terms of assets and scale, they were roughly equivalent to two or three Zhu families.

"Buddy, your hairstyle is quite unique."

Zhong Mingyuan couldn't help but say.

The outfit of Zheng Xingyan in front of them was very bizarre.

He had long permed hair dyed in at least five different colors, and his clothes were brightly colored and gaudy, very similar to the Shamate subculture seen on Earth in the past.

"I haven't seen anyone dress like this in years." Xia Fei and the others were also full of curiosity, gathering around Zheng Xingyan and tugging at his hair and clothes.

"What the hell are you mumbling about? Get the fuck away from me!"

Zheng Xingyan was furious. "Who the fuck are you guys? This is called fashion, understand? A bunch of country bumpkins."

"Buddy, I advise you to keep your mouth clean." Liu Silin patted his shoulder.

"Oh ho, talking big, aren't we? Threatening me?"

Zheng Xingyan sneered disdainfully, then looked at Zhu Weicheng not far away. "Young Master Zhu, are these your friends? I'll give you face today and won't hold it against them, but there better not be a next time, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but gave a cold harrumph, turned around, and left the private room.

Xia Fei and Wang Er couldn't help but exchange glances, finding it somewhat amusing.

Because in the past, they seemed to have acted in a similar manner.

"Forget it, let's eat." Qin Ning waved his hand, not taking this little interlude to heart.

Zhu Weicheng, on the side, was a bit anxious and said to Lin Yuting, "Sister Lin, that guy just now is named Zheng Xingyan. The Zheng family is the richest in Lingyang City, and he has an uncle who is the top official in the city..."

The implication of his words was to tell her that Zheng Xingyan had a significant background; it wasn't just about money, but more about the power behind him.

Although Zhu Weicheng knew that the Lin family definitely had some connections at the top, if they really had friction with the Zheng family, it would be no joke.

Setting aside everything else, just Zheng Xingyan's uncle would be enough to give the Lin family a headache, right?

"I'll make a call."

Lin Yuting pondered for a moment, then glanced at Qin Ning.

With that said, she directly took out her phone and called Lin Tiannan, "Grandpa..."

Subsequently, Lin Yuting briefly explained what had happened, repeatedly emphasizing that Qin Ning was also in the private room.

"Alright, I'll handle it immediately." On the other end of the phone, Lin Tiannan frowned deeply and spoke with a serious face.

After hanging up, Zhu Weicheng couldn't help but ask, "Sister Lin, what did Elder Lin say?"

From the content of the conversation, he could tell that Lin Yuting's call just now was to Lin Tiannan.

Although the Lin family was the wealthiest in Jianghai City, given the scale of the Zheng family and their underlying connections, this matter probably wouldn't be so easily resolved even if Lin Tiannan stepped in, right?

"It's fine. That Zheng Xingyan will have to come back and apologize later," Lin Yuting smiled.

Come back and apologize?

Hearing this, Zhu Weicheng was stunned for a moment, clearly disbelieving.

The Lin family's influence was indeed not small, but it was impossible for a single phone call from Lin Yuting to make a top-tier young master like Zheng Xingyan come back and apologize, right?

...

Meanwhile, downstairs at the hotel.

Zheng Xingyan, who was just about to drive to a nightclub to party, suddenly heard his phone ring.

"Dad, why are you calling me all of a sudden? Is something the matter?" he answered curiously.

Immediately after, a roar came from the phone, "Where the fuck are you? Fuck your mother, you actually caused such a huge disaster for our family!"

"Dad... what's wrong? I'm over at the hotel, I didn't cause any trouble..."

Zheng Xingyan was startled by this sudden greeting, his voice trembling.

He feared nothing in heaven or earth, but the only thing he didn't dare do was talk back to his father, mostly because he was beaten into submission when he was naughty as a child.

"Didn't cause trouble? How the fuck do you dare say you didn't? Let me ask you, didn't you just offend someone named Young Master Qin? He was eating with Lin Yuting of the Lin family and Zhu Weicheng. The higher-ups just called me. If you don't roll back up there within one minute to apologize and get his forgiveness, I'll skin you alive!"

"Dad... is it that serious? What is the background of that Young Master Qin?" Zheng Xingyan frowned, immediately realizing it must be those people in the private room.

But he had never even heard of a figure like Young Master Qin.

"What do you mean 'is it that serious'? Do you know who just called me?"

"Who?"

Zheng Xingyan asked curiously, "Could it be Uncle?"

"Uncle? Your uncle ain't shit! It was the State Lord! Elder Wu from Kyoto!"

"The... the State Lord?!"

Hearing this, Zheng Xingyan almost peed his pants, his face turning pale with fright. "Dad, you're not joking, are you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking with you? Hurry up and go apologize! If you don't get his forgiveness, our family is truly finished!"

"I, I... I'll go up right now."

Zheng Xingyan didn't dare to hesitate at all. After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly got out of the car, only to find his legs had gone soft from fear. He tripped a few times before barely managing to stand steady, running all the way upstairs.

Soon, arriving at the door, he completely lacked the courage to go in. Instead, he took out his phone and called Zhu Weicheng inside.

"Young Master Zheng?"

Zhu Weicheng was chatting with everyone when he saw the caller ID and answered curiously.

"Young... Young Master Zhu, I, I... I'm here to apologize. Could you trouble yourself to tell Young Master Qin and the others? Can I come in? Should I roll in or kneel in?"

Over the phone came Zheng Xingyan's trembling voice, filled with utter panic.

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