20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3509 The Poor Shouldn't Talk About Self-Respect
The dinner was rushed and tasteless, at least for Liu Mingxiong and his two companions.

Mai Guixue, who usually loves wine and has a lively personality, only drank one glass of red wine and didn't drink any more.

It was already past 8 p.m., and it was the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, so everyone simply ate a meal and then left.

Zhao Chang'an booked a double room at the hotel, while Wen Ye and the others went their separate ways.

"Won't we sleep together tonight?"

At the hotel entrance, Zhao Chang'an invited Wen Ye, saying, "It's been a long time since we've had a serious chat."

“You’re busy all day long, and you still have to do your work. After a few days of this, I’d like to get a good night’s sleep.”

Wen Ye clearly understood Zhao Chang'an better: "You can keep that car. There's nothing to talk about, it's just the same old story."

"The one who truly understands me is the Crown Prince."

Zhao Chang'an did want to talk to Wen Ye, but as Wen Ye said, he still had to do what he needed to do and comfort the woman he needed to comfort.

You can't just find a great piece of land, painstakingly clear away the dense vines and thickets, cultivate it, and then leave it to lie fallow.

You know, what you consider an ordinary field, and sometimes even a bit of a hassle because of the tight schedule, is, in the eyes and hearts of outsiders, the moonlight they dream of, long for, and crave, something they could never encounter in their lifetime.

However, she still smiled and encouraged Wen Ye: "If you don't give your mother-in-law a fierce counterattack tonight, and instead get things done with Xiao Chu, it will actually be quite interesting."

Wen Ye ignored Zhao Chang'an and walked towards the steps in front. The foundation of the first floor of Yuda International Trade Center is very high. Standing here, you have a feeling of looking down, which can easily give you a false sense of 'I own the world'.

Zhao Chang'an stared at Wen Ye's retreating figure with a deep look in his eyes.

He was over 1.7 meters tall, with a slender build, and was a handsome young man.

No one is inferior to anyone else. Zhao Chang'an really doesn't know what Fan Fanghong is so proud of. What is there to be proud of?
In fact, Zhao Chang'an was already regretting it a little. He should have known better than to let Wen Ye come to Zhengzhou to take charge, or he should have left Wen Ye behind when he went to Yanjing earlier.

You think you're so great, but you're nothing special to us!
My brother, who is overly proud, is also tragic. He first encountered petty people like Chen Jing and her parents, and then he encountered Fan Fanghong, who has a natural sense of superiority and an unreasonable, inexplicable self-confidence that thinks everyone else is a slave.

In fact, Wenye certainly understood the principle that the poor should not talk about self-respect. However, the stubbornness and persistence that were engraved in his bones since childhood, even though he himself laughed at his own stupidity and foolishness, remained as stubborn as a stone in a latrine, or Li Wenxiu in the story of "The White Horse Gallops in the West Wind".

Zhao Chang'an once wanted to change Wen Ye. He wished he could be like the womanizer and friend of women in Zhao Chang'an's previous life, where, despite the emptiness afterward, he could always cycle between emptiness and fulfillment.

However, Wen Ye refused to change, and there was a seemingly plausible philosophical question involved: would the changed Wen Ye still be the Wen Ye he wanted to become?

Just like Wen Ye in his previous life, perhaps he didn't want to be that kind of person, but simply needed this warmth to fill the balloon of his life.

"Mr. Zhao, let's discuss that price some more. You have a large and powerful business..."

Liu Mingxiong sidled up to him, smiling before speaking and proactively lowering his stance.

This was the first time in the years that Zhao Chang'an had known these three old foxes that they had shown him this kind of attitude.

The son is Zhongshan Wolf, and he is mad when he is successful.

These three guys were incredibly arrogant before, thinking they were something special since they came back from a foreign country where the moon was rounder. Zhao Chang'an even clearly remembered the first time he met Liu Mingxiong, how arrogant he was, with the air of authority he exuded, and how he scrutinized him with a slightly hostile gaze.

Zhao Chang'an still doesn't understand where his hostility towards him comes from. You have to understand that it was only the first time they met. Even if he and Liu Cui had that kind of relationship, what does this have to do with Liu Mingxiong?

In reality, they had been the Ye family's lackeys for two or three decades, and their spines had long been bent. However, after returning to China, they were faced with flowers, praise, and honors, and the fact that the income of ordinary people in China was very low, which made them have unrealistic dreams.

They feel superior and above others wherever they go.

"Uncle, if you say that again, I'll bid 120 million. You know my family is big and doesn't care. It's just for fun."

Zhao Chang'an smiled and said, "You can discuss it again. I won't force you."

"Alright then, Old Mai and I will discuss it."

Seeing Zhao Chang'an's resolute attitude, Liu Mingxiong had no choice but to give up and walked towards Mai Guixue and Lang Ruping, who were waiting for him not far away, shaking his head slightly at them.

Mai Guixue and Lang Ruping's expressions immediately turned very ugly, and their gazes toward Zhao Chang'an were not friendly.

These small fry were beaten up by their former master Zhao Chang'an without hesitation. How could they possibly be afraid of them when they were usually easy to talk to and didn't bother with them?

Zhao Chang'an stared back coldly, his eyes surging with spiritual energy in that instant. The gazes he cast into their eyes were like two sharp, gleaming flying knives, piercing their eyes and causing them to tear up in pain, serving as a protective mechanism.

At the same time, he grinned, revealing his gleaming teeth, which sent chills down their spines and made them shiver violently.

The ruthless deeds of Zhao Chang'an over the past two years flooded their minds uncontrollably, making their legs feel weak.

Although they knew that Zhao Chang'an probably wouldn't dare, he was, after all, just a hot-blooded young man in his early twenties. If they really angered him, it was hard to say what would happen.

Seeing the pathetic state of these two losers, Zhao Chang'an couldn't help but show a hint of disdain in his eyes.

We treat you like human beings, but you are so arrogant and ignorant that you don't know your place. You feel good just looking at us like dogs.

A traitor who has betrayed his master is, after losing his backer, actually filled with fear and confusion, like a drifting duckweed.

Although it looks fierce, it gets scared and peees its pants when you actually hold a stick, and runs away whimpering with its tail between its legs.

Jiang Xian glanced at Zhao Chang'an from a distance of a few meters, then immediately looked away.

Zhao Chang'an's sharp eyes, like those of an eagle, caught sight of her. Under the neon lights of the night, he saw that the heat of her pretty face had increased by about 0.3 degrees, and two brighter blobs of infrared light appeared on her left and right cheeks, making her look incredibly charming and beautiful.

Zhao Chang'an had previously noticed that even that old lecher Lang Ruping was frequently glancing at Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian was already a stunning beauty, and at twenty-five, she was in the prime of her life. In addition, the influence of the workplace had given her a unique professional woman's temperament. Most importantly, after Zhao Chang'an took some nourishment from Jiang Xian with his gentlemanly integrity, he also generously gave her even more nourishment in return.

It made her skin flawless, her figure more proportionate, and her thick, lustrous black hair even more abundant.

To them, Zhao Chang'an is like a ginseng doll. He absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, the spirit of the sun and moon, various delicacies, and undergoes secondary processing like cattle and sheep ruminating. He eats grass and produces milk, making him an absolutely good person.