Eight years have passed, he's still going strong, but his girlfriend is having a mental breakdo

Chapter 88 Mr. Wang, what are you doing?

"Hey? Isn't this Uncle Zhao? Uncle Zhao's struck it rich, huh? He's decked out in Hermes bags."

Just then, a man in the room pointed at Zhao Hong'an, looking on incredulously.

"Do you know this gentleman? Introduce him to everyone."

Mr. Wang perked up and said.

"Oh, I wouldn't say we know each other. Uncle Zhao used to run a restaurant, and it was quite a successful business. Back in the day, he had about twenty or thirty employees."

"Before starting his own business, Mr. Yang worked under Uncle Zhao. I only ate at Uncle Zhao's restaurant twice and met Uncle Zhao twice."

"Uncle Zhao used to dress simply, always wearing clothes from Taobao. Now that he's older, he's even wearing Hermes. I almost didn't recognize him. Uncle Zhao, you're really showing off your good looks in your old age."

The man's tone was somewhat teasing, seemingly a joke, but since they weren't that close, it seemed a bit disrespectful.

"Hahaha."

Everyone else laughed.

Mr. Wang was furious and couldn't help but swear.

"Holy shit!"

This old man is such a show-off!

Even he was stunned by the old man's outfit just now.

They thought he was some powerful and influential person.

I never expected him to be just a restaurant owner...

And what's with this "back then, I had twenty or thirty employees under me..."?

The catering industry is a labor-intensive industry.

It employs twenty or thirty people; it's just a small roadside restaurant.

How could a dignified CEO like him be intimidated by someone who runs a small restaurant?

"Does he own a restaurant?"

"Yes. Oh... to be precise, he did own a restaurant. He ruined that restaurant."

The man laughed.

Mr. Wang could no longer contain himself.

"You own a restaurant... and it went bankrupt, why are you dressed so gaudyly? What are you pretending for!"

Before Zhao Hongan could speak, Yang Qian objected.

Her expression turned cold.

"Mr. Wang, isn't it inappropriate for you to say that? What Uncle Zhao wears is his own business. What does it have to do with what he does for a living?"

Yang Qian was also a little tipsy, and she spoke without much restraint.

Mr. Wang was embarrassed after being confronted by Yang Qian.

However, seeing Yang Qian's increasingly alluring appearance after getting drunk only fueled his anger.

He had already planned out 108 moves for what he would do after succeeding.

I will definitely record a video when the time comes.

When it's over, I'll replay the scene for that bitch and see if she still dares to act arrogantly in front of him.

"Okay, okay."

Mr. Wang was getting impatient.

"Just tell me, are you still going to discuss this project or not? If you are, tell this old man to go home and we can continue. If not, then forget it, and don't come looking for me again."

Yang Qian froze, speechless.

She had already figured out Mr. Wang's intentions.

If this drinking session continues, she will be in great danger.

But this project truly cannot afford for her to fail.

Just as Yang Qian hesitated, Zhao Hongan spoke up.

"In business, character matters. No matter how good the project is, cooperating with these scoundrels will not yield good results."

"Xiao Yang, let's not talk about this business anymore. Go home, your uncle will take care of everything."

Zhao Hongan took Yang Qian's arm and tried to walk out.

Yang Qian, however, did not move.

Mr. Wang sneered and stopped looking at Zhao Hong'an.

He thought the old man was senile and didn't understand anything.

However, this senile old man appeared at the worst possible time, ruining his plans.

Yang Qian was about to collapse.

Then, it was his turn to have his good time.

This senile old man suddenly walked in and tore through that thin veil of secrecy.

That's fine, Mr. Wang might as well stop pretending.

He walked up to Yang Qian, picked up a bottle of Moutai, shook it in his hand, turned the bottle upside down, and gurgled it up, filling all three stemmed glasses.

"Mr. Yang, I'm giving you two choices. Either you go with this old man, and our project ends here."

"Either you let this old man go, or you drink these three glasses of wine, and I'll sign the contract immediately."

After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he stood there, smiling at Yang Qian, looking like he was determined to win.

He knew that Yang Qian simply couldn't refuse his request.

As expected, Yang Qian hesitated.

She looked down at the three glasses of wine.

The three stemmed glasses were filled with baijiu (Chinese liquor), and the aroma of soy sauce was irresistible.

Yang Qian gently bit her lip, as if making a decision.

In the private room, the light shone with a soft golden hue, illuminating Yang Qian's slightly tipsy state, making her appear even more captivating.

Her subconscious action made every man present feel restless and anxious.

Bang.

Just as Yang Qian gritted her teeth and was about to nod in agreement, Zhao Hong'an slammed his hand heavily on the table, making the cups and plates rattle loudly.

Zhao Hongan seemed extremely angry. He pointed at President Wang with a trembling hand, and his body was shaking.

"You...you're a complete bastard! I'm an old man right here, and you still dare to force a young girl to drink...you think I won't punch you?"

Mr. Wang curled his lip, glanced sideways at Zhao Hong'an with disdain.

This old man can barely stand up anymore.

Slap him, it's like tickling him.

He was somewhat afraid that Zhao Hong'an would tremble and faint the next moment... not the kind of slap, but the kind of convulsion and fainting.

"Heh. Come on. You slap me, and she gets three more drinks!"

Mr. Wang deliberately brought his face close to Zhao Hong'an's and gently patted his own face.

"Okay. I'll do as you say."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hong'an agreed and immediately took action.

He swung his arm and slapped her across the face.

Snapped.

With a sharp crack, Mr. Wang spun around on the spot and slammed his fist onto the table, knocking over wine glasses and bottles, spilling them all over the floor.

Zhao Hong'an slapped Mr. Wang hard across the face with all his might, using 20% more force than the average adult male.

Mr. Wang is in his forties, bald and with a beer belly. His body has long been ruined by alcohol and women. How can he withstand this?

He was hit so hard that he saw stars, his ears were ringing, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Mr. Wang!"

Everyone else was startled.

They were initially just watching the spectacle, and some even wanted to offer advice, fearing that if Mr. Wang angered the old man to the point of injury, their tablemates would also be held liable.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang was slapped to the ground instead.

That old man looked so frail... how could he have such great strength?

Mr. Wang, what are you doing?

A group of people stepped forward to help Mr. Wang.

Even Yang Qian was startled.

Beside him, Zhao Hong'an exclaimed "Oh!", gasped, rolled his eyes, and slumped into his seat.

"Uncle Zhao!"

This time, Yang Qian was really scared.

However, when she hugged Uncle Zhao tightly, she saw him open his eyes, quickly give her a look, then quickly close his eyes again, and pinch her arm with his hand.

Yang Qian was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

Is Uncle Zhao faking it?

On the other side, those who were supporting President Wang were also startled when they saw Zhao Hong'an fall.

In a flash.

Everyone kept their distance, and no one dared to touch Zhao Hong'an.

Mr. Wang, who was initially dizzy from being slapped, immediately sobered up upon seeing this.

"Holy crap!"

Watching Zhao Hongan slump in his seat, his body twitching.

Mr. Wang's liver was trembling.

"You all saw it, he hit me just now, I didn't touch him."

Mr. Wang looked panicked and quickly pulled the people around him to testify.

Everyone looked at each other, no one said anything.