Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

The business cocktail party that Leng Yanran was to attend didn't officially start until 7 p.m.

Location: Banquet Hall, 3rd Floor, Emperor Club.

Yes, it's the Emperor Club again.

He Qiang felt that this place was inherently at odds with him; every time he went there, it seemed like he was going to cause trouble.

After he finished shopping with Amu and the others and had dinner, it was only six o'clock in the evening.

With plenty of time, he first sent Zhao Tie to the site to scout out the area and make some arrangements.

About half an hour later, Zhao Tie returned.

"Boss, everything's taken care of!" Zhao Tie grinned slyly. "I bribed the head waiter at the banquet hall; everything was prepared for you. It cost over fifty thousand yuan!"

Zhao Tie straightened his tie, wore a bespoke suit, and gleaming leather shoes, which gave him an air of imposing power.

Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.

That's absolutely true.

Looking back at Zhao Tie before, he was dressed in a worn-out camouflage uniform and wore simple shoes, making him appear lifeless.

But now, when I put on nice clothes, I immediately look radiant and my confidence skyrockets.

"Alright, now that everything's taken care of, let's set off." He Qiang stood up as he spoke, smiling as he extended his hand to Amu.

"Boss, please get in the car!" Amu smiled sweetly, naturally took his arm, and sat with him in the back of the Aston Martin luxury car.

Zhao Tie acted as the driver, started the car, and drove them towards the venue.

When they arrived, it was 7:15, and the banquet had already begun for a while.

During this time, Leng Yanran sent He Qiang a text message, asking if he could attend the banquet.

He Qiang replied that he would be there soon and told her to go in first.

Leng Yanran replied, "Okay, I'll go inside and wait for you. Remember to let me know when you arrive."

Putting his phone away, He Qiang looked at the dazzling night view outside the car window, and couldn't help but smile.

He didn't know if his brilliant performance would leave a lasting impression on Leng Yanran.

Regardless of the consequences, he had to have a good time tonight, otherwise he would still feel somewhat resentful.

How could the second young master of the He family, the richest family in Jiangcheng, be unknown and bullied by some nobodies?

He was determined to prove himself and vindicate the name He Qiang!

"Boss, please!" Zhao Tie parked the car, respectfully opened the door, and led He Qiang and Amu to the elevator.

Since the banquet had already started for a while and most of the guests had already entered, their elevators were empty.

We made our way to the third floor and arrived smoothly at the main entrance of the banquet hall.

Through the crack in the door, you could see figures moving around inside.

There were quite a few people attending the party, easily over a hundred.

Without exception, these people were all prominent figures in Jiangcheng City.

He converses with learned scholars, and his acquaintances include no uncultured people...

No, waiters are commoners, but they are just servants. In the eyes of those high-society people, waiters are not even considered complete human beings.

He Qiang stopped at the gate and looked at Zhao Tie: "What's the procedure?"

"Don't worry, boss, just watch my performance!" As Zhao Tie spoke, he magically produced a coat and draped it over He Qiang's shoulders. Then he took an excited breath before stepping forward and forcefully pushing open the banquet hall door.

With a loud "bang," the heavy door was pushed open by Zhao Tie, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Distinguished guests, please give a warm welcome to Mr. He Qiang, the second young master of the He family!"

Zhao Tie stood at the door and shouted at the top of his lungs into the hall, making people's eardrums hurt.

This guy used his military-style slogan-shouting skills to completely dominate the scene with his overwhelming volume.

As you can imagine, when he shouted that, everyone present looked at the door in astonishment, wondering what this guy was up to.

"Everyone, give us a round of applause!!!"

Zhao Tie roared again, then clapped his hands vigorously and stepped aside to make way.

He Qiang stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, his brows furrowed, his face alternating between red and white, he was so embarrassed he was practically at his grandmother's house.

Zhao Tie is being too ridiculous. This forced, self-indulgent entrance is really hard to keep up with; his skin can't take it.

However, this is not even more outrageous.

Next, just as He Qiang took several deep breaths, tried to mentally prepare himself, and was about to enter the banquet hall, a familiar piece of music began to play.

"Thump thump thump—thump—thump thump thump—"

"The Final Countdown" - commonly known as the background music for the God of Gamblers' entrance!

He Qiang listened to the music and felt so ashamed that he didn't dare to look up into the banquet hall, because he knew without looking that everyone was admiring a bizarre monster.

But wait!

Isn't this exactly the effect he wanted?

Wasn't his purpose in attending the banquet to cause a scene and embarrass Leng Yanran?

Although Leng Yanran is not embarrassed now, he is the one making a fool of himself, but the effect is almost the same. In any case, he can make Leng Yanran lose face, so what is he afraid of?

Since the original owner's reputation and public image had already collapsed, it wouldn't be a big deal if she made a fool of herself a little more now.

Having too much debt doesn't bother you; having too many lice doesn't make you itch!

Thinking of this, and considering that the God of Gamblers' entrance music was so familiar that it was almost ingrained in his bones, He Qiang naturally stepped into the banquet hall with slow, deliberate steps, as if the scene were in slow motion.

"Hello, Mr. He!"

Upon seeing him enter, Zhao Tie was the first to step forward and bow in greeting.

He Qiang tried his best to remain calm, nodded to him with a smile, and remained composed.

"Young Master He, please come in!"

Zhao Tiezhi stood up, welcoming him while continuing to applaud.

He Qiang appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was so embarrassed that he was digging his toes out of his mouth. He thought to himself, "Zhao Tie, don't you feel awkward performing a one-man show like this?"

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, a group of smartly dressed waiters in suits and vests rushed over and stood in two neat rows on either side of the banquet hall entrance, bowing to him in welcome.

"Welcome, Young Master He!"

After the waiters finished bowing, they all stood up, looked at him, and applauded enthusiastically, their expressions filled with excitement. Two pretty young waitresses even gracefully stepped forward and very gently and carefully took the coat draped over his shoulders...

He Qiang was completely dumbfounded!

Fifty thousand yuan!

That's the allure of 50,000 yuan!

It can play your own entrance music and have twenty energetic young men and women line up to welcome you.

I have to say, money is a bastard, but it's also damn useful!

"Comrades, you've worked hard!"

He Qiang smiled and waved to the group of waiters. Having watched military parades many times in his previous life, he could easily recall the common phrases used by leaders in their speeches and expressions of appreciation.

The lead waiter was visibly taken aback when he heard this. He gave He Qiang a deep look, then lowered his head, trying hard to suppress his laughter, and continued clapping.

The other waiters reacted similarly, with strange expressions, all trying hard to hold their breath and not laugh. Then the rhythm of the clapping was instantly disrupted, becoming sparse and awkward.

He Qiang himself was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

This is really getting out of hand; it's just too ridiculous.

Why did he suddenly say that?

Is he out of his mind?

If even the person in charge of the performance was this embarrassed, you can imagine how embarrassed the guests at the banquet must have been.

First was Leng Yanran, dressed in an elegant red evening gown and holding a wine glass. She was chatting with a few wealthy women in a corner when she turned around and saw her husband imitating Stephen Chow's slow-motion entrance, inspecting the waiters' formation on the spot...

She spat out a mouthful of red wine, spraying it directly onto the face of the beautiful woman in front of her.

The beautiful woman even forgot to scream, because she was also spitting out wine and staring intently at He Qiang's performance, afraid of missing any exciting moments.

Yi Chuhong and Bai Fengxian were also present.

When Yi Chuhong saw He Qiang's actions, her mouth formed an "O" shape, and she lost her grip on the wine glass, which fell to the ground.

Bai Fengxian reacted similarly, both surprised and embarrassed. She raised her hand and forcefully adjusted her glasses, almost breaking the gold-wire-wrapped temples.

"Click—"

"Clatter—"

"Pfft—cough cough—"

"Oh, this—"

The reactions of the other people in the hall weren't much better.

Some of the cups fell and shattered on the ground...

Some people have dislocated their jaws and are raising their hands to try and lift them back up...

Some choked on their drinks and coughed desperately, leaning on the table...

Some people stared at He Qiang with wide eyes, as if they were wooden sculptures, wondering what kind of show this was all about.