2175: C2175 The Scholar be Angered to Death

C2175 The Scholar be Angered to Death

What kind of person in this world was the most pitiful?

He was the kind of person who, even though he had drunk everyone to death without realizing it, was still immersed in his own fantasy world, trying to educate others.

Wang Youjiu began to talk about the problems of the rich in China.

His entire aura seemed to have changed, and he once again had the feeling of being able to point fingers and point fingers when he was young.

When he opened his mouth, there was no stopping it.

The dinner, which had originally been in a weird atmosphere, had now turned into a speech from the university professor.

At the same time that Lee Nanfang was speechless, he was only thinking of a chance to make the other party shut up.

But he didn't even have the chance to find one.

Mr. Wang Youwei once again changed the topic.

"I feel that being rich is not a very big issue in China's current social level. What's even more frightening is the official level.

There were many second generation young masters who had appeared today.

That's the real social worm.

Normally, relying on one's family background, once one saw a girl they liked, they would beat them to death and perform a close range attack.

If the money didn't work, then he would oppress them with his influence.

If the money was of no use, then he would directly challenge the bottom line of the law.

Because in the eyes of these second generations, even if they broke the bottom line between morality and law, in the end, they would only use money and power. These two things were used to settle the problems they faced.

This was reality.

China's social ills have been stored up for too long and have reached a point where there's no cure for it "

Wang Youcai spoke passionately. When the time came to be emotional, he didn't care what others around him thought of him. He raised his glass and gulped down the second pot of Niufen which had been sold for thousands of dollars in the high-class Manhattan restaurant.

He thought there should be applause.

What they didn't know was that the way they looked at him had completely changed.

Lee Nanfang couldn't help but ask softly, "Mr. Wang, how long has it been since you last came back?"

"Not long, merely three years."

"Then how do you know that the domestic culture is still the same as it was three years ago?"

"Then I want to ask you, Mr. Lee, you are in the country every day, how do you know that the social atmosphere has changed? Are you the second generation of rich people whose knowledge and money do not match, or the second generation of officials who have crossed the moral and legal line? If you aren't, then what right do you have to say that they have changed? "

"I …"

Lee Nanfang pursed his lips.

Being made speechless by this retard Wang Youwei, he couldn't help but curse right there and then, "I'm your grandpa!"

He had thought that Min Rou had an extra high-class person by her side. In the end, it was just a young intellectual wearing the clothes of a high-class person.

A man like that, even if he was blinded and beaten to death.

He can also wear a hood and cry out for pain while telling you the truth about honor and shame.

To put it bluntly.

We are not people of the same world, why sit together to eat this meaningless and nutritious dinner.

Lee Nanfang turned around and looked at Min Rou.

Sister Rou rolled her eyes helplessly and sat sideways in her seat, away from Wang Youwei.

She was not in the company of such an angry youth.

Actually, Min Rou didn't know what kind of person Wang Youwei was.

It had only been a month since they met.

Lee Nanfang appeared before Ye Zichen even got a deeper understanding.

At this moment, Min Rou's mood was completely driven by Lee Nanfang. Her heart was completely focused on that scumbag. Anything that disagreed with this scumbag became an existence that she rejected.

Seeing Min Rou's actions, Lee Nanfang also felt that he had misunderstood Little Rou too much previously.

Even if Min Rou had given up on him, she wouldn't have fallen for someone like Wang Youcai.

He tilted his lips into a beautiful smile, as if saying: "Look at what kind of people you have met no matter how much your America."

Min Rou was embarrassed and annoyed at the same time. She glared fiercely at him while inwardly muttering, "No matter who I meet, I haven't made a scum like you treat him as a love rival."

"Right, there is no one else in this world as outstanding as I, Lee Nanfang."

"Yeah, no one can compare to your thick skin."

Their eyes met in private as if they were secretly flirting.

Wang Youwei suddenly realized the crux of the problem when he saw this scene unfold in front of his eyes.

It seemed like this dinner wasn't meant for him to make a speech.

It was obvious that the young master with the surname Li was here for Min Rou.

And he, Wang Youcai, was in his thirties and was single today. It wasn't easy for him to meet a girl he fell in love with at first sight like Min Rou. He couldn't let a young master kidnap her just like that.

Fortunately, he had not completely lost his mind just now.

At the very least, the words he had said just now had put him at the top of the moral ladder. He had completely suppressed this Young Master Li.

If he wanted to use money and power to bully others and take away their love, he would definitely not succeed.

Only the heavens knew where this Wang Youwei got his confidence from.

He actually thought that just those few words from him was enough to make Lee Nanfang give up his strong pursuit for Min Rou. This guy was truly naive and cute.

In comparison, Lu Zhongyi, who had worked on the shopping mall for more than ten years, was able to figure out a few things.

Lee Nanfang never treated Lao Wang as a threat from the beginning till the end.

And that Min Rou had never spent even the slightest bit of thought on Lao Wang.

More importantly, Lee Nanfang and Min Rou were obviously exchanging glances with each other. They already knew each other, it was more like a bunch of young lovers pretending not to know each other in front of outsiders after getting annoyed by each other.

Then the whole situation was clear.

Wang Youwei was brought here by Min Rou, a tool specifically designed to infuriate her real boyfriend.

Lu Zhongyi guessed the situation without batting an eyelid.

Regardless of whether he had guessed correctly or wrongly, the result must have been as he had expected. He helplessly gave Wang Youcai a pitiful look.

Lao Wang was good in every way, except for this scholar's pride, which he could not see through clearly. There was really no saving him.

He was still a friend.

While everyone was still in a daze, Lao Wang did not embarrass his grandma, so he decided to say something else and let this meaningless feast end as soon as possible.

Lu Zhongyi thought like this, and took the initiative to hold up his wine cup, and laughed: "Young Master Li is young and promising, the fact that we are able to meet at New York, is already something that we know of. Coming here to drink, I also want to hear what kind of business Young Master Li is doing in the country, can you let our company have the chance to work together with you?"

You don't know how to speak polite words.

Lu Zhongyi took the initiative to smooth things over.

It was not good for anyone to not give face.

However, when Lee Nanfang, Min Rou, and Amara raised their glasses, it was actually Wang Youjiu who started making trouble.

"Wait."

Wang Youwei reached out his hand and pressed Lu Zhongyi's hand that was holding the glass of wine. He looked up at the ceiling and said, "Old Lu, I warned you."

Since we have come to the New York, we should learn more about the communication habits of westerners.

Don't always use that business in China that failed to be benevolent and righteous, hello to me, everyone, nice to meet you in the middle.

Say, based on what you said just now, isn't it easy for people to misunderstand?

What you're doing here is the service industry.

But do you know what this Young Master Li is?

What if it was the son of Shanxi's coal miner?

In case it was a real estate agent, he had dozens of commercial buildings under his command to collect rent every day.

What are you going to use to work with him?

Besides.

I also think that there's no need for our company to work with Chinese companies, for example, the Nanfang's Health Club that you mentioned two days ago.

Just by looking at it, I can tell that the clubhouse is definitely another plaything made by a young man with the mentality of a nouveau riche.

Signing an endorsement from a world superstar was indeed a huge amount of money.

But under the domestic consumption environment, what head could Health Club possibly have?

Since Young Master Li was here, he had a better understanding of the situation in the country.

Young Master Li, tell me, is that Nanfang's Health Club a flowery type? You should advise my friend Old Lu to not always do things that he doesn't want to do. "

Wang Youcai talked a lot.

His mouth was parched and his tongue was parched. He picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.

Lu Zhongyi, who was holding the glass of wine, felt extremely awkward.

Old Lu had known Lao Wang for so many years, he was very clear about Lao Wang's attitude and style of doing things.

He was deliberately letting Lee Nanfang talk about the good and bad of something.

Lee Nanfang said that Wang Youwei would list out all the bad aspects one by one.

If Lee Nanfang said it was bad, then Lao Wang could detail all the good aspects.

At the end of the day, they all needed to highlight Lao Wang's vast knowledge and take the opportunity to belittle the other party.

Lu Zhongyi was too embarrassed to expose Wang Youwei's intentions. After all, they were friends, but the other side didn't want to make their relationship too awkward, so he could only secretly shake his head at Lee Nanfang.

He clearly shook his head to make Lee Nanfang not say anything.

However, whether it was Old Lu or Wang Youwei, neither of them would think of one thing.

That was …

"My name is Lee Nanfang."

A sudden sentence of introduction.

Lu Zhongyi and Wang Youcai were both stunned.

While they were still in a daze, Min Rou, who had already completely disliked Wang Youwei, calmly added, "Nanfang's Health Club's boss is also called Jack."

As the sound of his voice faded, the dining table grew silent.

Until Lu Zhongyi accidentally knocked away the chopsticks in front of him.

Secretary Aimara intentionally laughed and said, "Wow, both of you are called Lee Nanfang, what a coincidence."

A coincidence?

Lu Zhongyi and Wang Youcai were not idiots.

No matter how many coincidences there were, it was impossible for them to be caused by someone with the same surname.

Poor Comrade Lao Wang, what kind of behavior is this?

He dug himself a hole and lay down, then told Bill to bury me.

After the initial awkwardness and hesitation.

Wang Youcai was unwilling to be outdone like this. He braced himself and looked at Lee Nanfang, saying, "Young Master Li, along with the development of our economy, a group of nobles has appeared in China.

I think you know what those people like.

Daily fish, meat, cigarettes and alcohol do not leave his body, night and night, the song, the waste of the body.

He turned around and ran to the fitness management office, hoping to get more than 10 minutes of exercise a day in return for a longer period of enjoyment.

"Tell me, is this reality?"

Wang Youcai didn't know what to say, so he directly attacked with the difference in status.

If Lee Nanfang didn't fight back and let this guy calm down, then he would be really sorry about the money for tonight's meal.0

He smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, I am not sure if fitness will last long. However, you've just asked me so many questions and said so many things that it reminds me of a story. "

"What story?"

"Heh heh, that's a sad and frustrated story of a scholar. In the end, he was angered to death."

The moment Lee Nanfang said this.

Wang Youcai was so angry that his face turned green.

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