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Chapter 761 - 321 Minor Conflict and Giving Face

Chapter 761: Chapter 321 Minor Conflict and Giving Face

"Mm, I get it, I’ll head back right away."

Su Huai’s fun was over, his plans to conquer Chen Xing had to be postponed.

"Sorry, guys, something came up on my end, we’ll have to hang out some other time."

Actually, Su Huai had only greeted Wang Siming, Wang Minjian, and Chen Xing; the others were too busy partying, and of all those guys, two insisted on following along—the two Wangs.

Interesting, isn’t it?

Chen Xing, who just got along best with Su Huai, seemed glued to the couch, while it was clear that Wang Siming was only there to watch the spectacle, hoping for Su Huai to make a fool of himself; on the other hand, Wang Minjian vowed to stand by his side, claiming he’d never let Su Huai be at a disadvantage.

So, how do you judge who is more suitable to be friends?

Wang Siming > Chen Xing > Wang Minjian.

The cruel reality of the second-gen circle: value comes first, bullshit friendship last. And the more attentive someone is towards you, the more suspicious you should be.

Su Huai was crystal clear about this as he marched to the Changqing Headquarters with the two Brother Wangs.

Upon arriving at the company, he went straight to the conference room.

From far away, one could hear an intense argument inside.

Pushing open the door, to the left at the long conference table sat five visiting big shots, not sitting too closely together. Three Young Master Fus sat together in a row, while the two Brother Fus each sat apart leisurely smoking.

On the right side of the table were Cheese, Fu Yu, and Liu Zigui.

Liu Zigui was one of the five 90-point hosts Su Huai had recruited awhile back, the only one to score an A contract, characterized by her extensive tattoos and being the wildest in temper.

At this moment, her eyes were red as she glared angrily at the Young Master Fus across from her, arms crossed defensively over her chest, fully on guard.

It wasn’t immediately clear what the other issues were, but one thing was sure: it was quite a heated mess.

"Mr. Su!"

"Mr. Su, you’re here!"

Cheese and Fu Yu immediately stood up, looking somewhat embarrassed, deeply apologetic for having dragged Mr. Su back in the middle of the night.

Mr. Su gestured for them to relax and strode boldly to the head of the table.

"Sit down, everyone, please sit."

As he took his seat, Mr. Su was all amiability, asking softly, "Let’s hear it, what’s the matter?"

One of the three Young Master Fus suddenly stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

"Mr. Su, it’s not that I don’t respect you, we came here to support you sincerely, but look at this..."

He pointed to his face and then gestured towards Liu Zigui: "She scratched it!"

There were indeed three superficial scratches on his face, broken skin but not deep enough to scar.

Before Mr. Su could respond, Liu Zigui exploded, cursing, "You fucking deserve it! Impotent pleasure-seeker, cheating scumbag!"

Everyone perked up their ears: ooh, there’s a story here?

Wang Siming and Wang Minjian found spots by the door to sit down, giggling and smirking at each other.

Fu Daiheng’s expression twisted as he hurled insults back: "You’re just a whore, easy for anyone with money—did I mistreat your mom or your sister, huh?!"

"Fuck! You overcooked enoki, the fuck you’ve been with me?! You can’t even describe the shape of my breasts, and after licking me for three months, what other sweetness have you tasted besides my once-a-week dirty socks?!"

Liu Zigui was undeniably ferocious in her retorts, giving Mr. Su a headache.

Someone snorted with laughter, unable to hold it back.

Then there was Wang Siming adding fuel to the fire: "Damn, Fucha, you’ve got some intense tastes, huh?!"

"What the fuck does it matter to you?!" Fucha barked back, face dark with anger, "And by the way, my name is Fu Daiheng, you fucking idiot!"

Right, Wang gets ripped into wherever he goes, kind of serves him right, doesn’t it?

But finally, Mr. Su understood why nobody had yet intervened to break things up; this was obviously a personal quarrel—who would want to get involved in that?

"Stop, stop, stop, do you two want to resolve this issue, or just enjoy hurling insults?"

Mr. Su held up a pen, tapping on the table.

"If you want to curse, I can find two separate streaming rooms for you both; go there and argue to your hearts’ content. I can bring in at least 100,000 people to judge your case."

Liu Zigui respected Mr. Su greatly and also feared him, so she kept silent.

But Fu Daiheng wasn’t afraid and turned the spearhead towards Mr. Su.

"Mr. Su, I call you Mr. Su out of respect, but if you can’t give me justice today, we are far from done!"

Alright, that was not someone looking for a peaceful chat.

Mr. Su ignored him and turned to look at Wang Siming.

"Mr. Wang, what exactly does Brother Fu’s family do? His tone is quite intimidating."

Wang Siming replied with a scowl: "Just an idiot, how would I know what his family does? He’s just a nuisance when he’s drunk, we hardly ever bother including him in our fun..."

Wang Minjian sarcastically added: "That’s a big shot from the Eight Banners; you can’t just call him a trouble-maker. You’ve got to remember the social hierarchy!"

Hearing those two remarks, Mr. Su’s gaze darkened with a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.

They both had failed Mr. Su’s test.

When trouble arises, you really see how a person treats you, and the nature of your relationship and feelings with them.

Good friends try to smooth things over, the lousy ones stir the pot, those that truly wish you well are concerned about you getting hurt, those not taking you seriously are the ones who escalate the conflict.

Mr. Su feared no consequences, and thus had purposefully given the two Wangs a chance; yet they really enjoyed the spectacle, not fearing the situation escalating.

It was the two forty-something big shots who finally stepped in to mediate.

"Younger Master Wang and Young Master Fu, mind your words! We’ve come to Mr. Su’s turf willingly, etiquette dictates we behave as guests. No matter how high our family status is, it can’t outweigh reason, right?"