The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

The Ritz-Carlton, Pengcheng is one of Hengda's regular hotels.

Hengda arranged for Zhang Yifang to stay in the presidential suite on the 27th floor, with a private elevator leading directly to the suite, which had a total area of ​​446 square meters.

The key point is that this apartment has rarely been open to the public since the end of last year, and it has been used mostly for business receptions.

It's still about saving face!

He was quite satisfied with Hengda's consideration.

However, he was very dissatisfied that most of his subordinates lived on other floors and were scattered around.

I heard that when that big shot from Hong Kong Island came over, Hang Tat booked the entire floor for him.

Is this discriminatory treatment?

Write it down for her in a small notebook.

So what? Does having a lot of shares make Liu so great? Or does having a lot of money make him so great?

Forehead!

That does seem quite remarkable.

Ok!

Zhang Yifang had no choice but to admit it.

With only two identities, he was a figure in Jiangcheng, but compared to national tycoons like Boss Xu and Boss Liu, he was indeed not on the same level.

However, Zhang Yifang was not in a hurry. This was just the beginning!

Just because you're not at the same rank now doesn't mean you won't be at the same rank next month. If you're still not at the same rank next month, then it'll be the month after next!

Actually, the guy who was in charge of the reception arrangements at Hengda was truly wronged!

Tomorrow marks the opening day of the 15th Shenzhen Cultural and Creative Industries Fair. The main venue is located at the Shenzhen Convention and Exhibition Center, right across from the Ritz-Carlton.

All the executives and brand representatives from the companies that came to participate in the exhibition stayed at the hotel.

Let alone wrapping it up with another layer, they've already shown their ability to get to where they are now.

Zhang Yifang was lying in the presidential suite having a video conference with Liu Ruyan, which served as a way of letting her know he was safe.

I didn't go downstairs until after six o'clock. Tonight's dinner is on the mysterious 42nd floor of Hengda Hotel.

I heard that Boss Ma spent a lot of money eating on this floor back then. I wonder how much Hengda plans to make him spend.

As the elevator descended to the underground parking garage, Zhang Yifang was replying to WeChat messages while walking out, and almost bumped into a group of people.

There were about six or seven people on the other side.

He was just about to casually say sorry when a man on the far side of the group suddenly shoved him.

Holy crap!

Let's get started!

So, now that he's in another city, someone's trying to pull his old gangster act on him?

Zhang Yifang's eyes widened. "Damn it, does that mean I'm out of the house just because I went to Shenzhen?"

I grabbed this guy's arm and gave him a standard over-the-shoulder throw, almost killing him. He rolled around on the ground groaning and acting like a big shot.

Now that they've started fighting, Zhang Yifang isn't going to argue with them. They've already started fighting, so why bother with any reasoning?

Turning to the man who rushed forward to pull him, he gave him a Russian-style swagger, and the guy's hand was halfway raised, which allowed Zhang Yifang to coax him to sleep.

It's great to be young; you can fall asleep anywhere, even in an underground parking garage.

Zhang Yifang was planning to continue, but after taking one look, he had no choice but to give up.

I really don't know who to hit.

There were still four and a half women left on the other side. If he threw a punch, they would have to kneel down and beg them not to die.

Half?

Oh, and there's this sissy guy too. He's practically half a woman, isn't that fair?

Zhang Yifang didn't hit him, and he didn't run away either.

Chen Hu and Song Yuan, who were waiting for their older brother by the car, rushed over.

Chen Hu immediately kicked the sissy, and he fell to the ground. Then he bent down and slapped him hard across the face.

The series of actions were too fast; the other side never expected that Zhang Yifang would use such force after only being pushed.

Only then did the woman in the middle realize what was happening and quickly took off her mask.

"Stop hitting! Let's talk this out!"

Chen Hu ignored her and didn't even look at her. He straightened up and was about to go and help the two who had been knocked down by Zhang Yifang when Song Yuan pulled him back.

Approaching Zhang Yifang, he asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you alright?"

Zhang Yifang shook his head: "It's nothing!"

What could possibly be wrong with him? He's just a bunch of rotten garlic cloves, not even worth a warm-up.

While they were talking, Zhang Yifang finally got a clear look at the woman who had taken off her mask.

Hey, isn't that the female celebrity?

He thought for a long time but couldn't remember her name; he could only recall her role.

"Little Nezha?"

The other person responded politely: "Hello, I am Song Zuer."

You can't refuse!

A dozen or so people rushed up to Zhang Yifang's side. No matter how famous or famous she was, she was just a young girl in her early twenties.

Zhang Yifang just started hitting me without warning...

Oh no.

He attacked without saying a word, and she was afraid that if she didn't act politely, this burly man would have someone gang up on her and kick her.

"Sorry, bro, it's a misunderstanding. My bodyguard probably thought you were a fan who came to ambush me."

Song Zuer explained cautiously.

"It doesn't matter anymore, the fight's already happened! Just tell me how you want to handle it?"

Zhang Yifang waved his hand dismissively and said.

He spoke up. Judging from the way that bodyguard pushed him earlier, Zhang Yifang thought he was some kind of thug!

Before taking action, he was already thinking about calling his friends in Pengcheng to call for reinforcements.

Is that all?

So pretty!

Isn't that a waste of emotion?

This is something you definitely can't ask Hengda to handle. It's not like he has no problems; if Hengda handles it, he'll lose face!

Song Zuer looked at her agent, who whispered to her, "It's best not to call the police. If this gets out of hand, it'll definitely trend on social media. The bodyguard pushing someone for no reason and causing a fight is very bad for us."

Song Zuer nodded. After weighing the pros and cons, her agent tentatively asked:

"How about we take them to the hospital for a check-up first? We can discuss other things later."

Zhang Yifang frowned. Who had time to accompany them for the check-up? "There's nothing to discuss. I'll cover the medical expenses and lost wages. That's settled."

"Leave your contact information and send me the hospital bill later."

"By the way, if those three are dissatisfied, they should call the police, or file a lawsuit!"

Upon hearing that he needed to leave his contact information, Song Zuer quickly handed his QR code to Zhang Yifang.

Zhang Yifang's lips twitched. He really had no intention of asking for WeChat. Did this trivial matter really need them to handle it personally?

But if a celebrity comes knocking on my door, I'll add one more!

I'll try to arrange to lie down together for a while to relax or something.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Yifang didn't use the "Eye of Truth" to scan her data.

People in the industry shouldn't scan it; counting too many or too few is inappropriate.

If they have too many fans, they won't be happy; if they have too few, people might not believe it.

He wasn't particularly particular about that aspect, but he was unaware of it beforehand, and knowing it would always feel awkward, so he figured it was better not to look at the data.

As the old saying goes, the more you know, the less happy you become.

They exchanged WeChat contacts and then had their subordinates help the three unlucky guys into the car.

The one who was asleep was woken up by a bottle of ice water.

The agent took the three of them to the hospital, and Song Zuer got into a black Toyota Alphard.

Zhang Yifang was still in a bulletproof Rolls-Royce Phantom, followed by a Toyota Alphard convoy.

As he passed by, he glanced at Song Zuer and nodded slightly. Song Zuer smiled in response and waved her phone.

After Zhang Yifang's convoy drove away, she closed the car window and thought to herself, "Just as I expected! This man is indeed a big shot."

From the moment this person recognized her, he never took her celebrity status seriously!

That's why she took the initiative to add him on WeChat; you can never have too many connections.