Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 296 - 295 Are you guys planning to make your money back?

Chapter 296: Chapter 295 Are you guys planning to make your money back?

"What are you babbling about? How much money could there actually be? You can’t even do the math!" Uncle Three sneered. "My kid can calculate it all clearly. Can’t you even figure this out?"

Just as the young man was about to speak, a middle-aged man approached from behind with a smile, "Hello, could you please let me give my wedding gift first?"

Uncle One turned his head and glanced at the man, "We haven’t finished recording here yet, what’s the rush..."

Before he finished speaking, Aunt One pulled him aside. With a flattering smile, she looked at the man, "No problem, you go first, you go first..."

"What’s the meaning of this?" Uncle One got somewhat irritated.

"That’s the CEO of Prosperity Corporation from Luo City..." Aunt One whispered, "Our company has a lot of cooperation with the subsidiaries of Prosperity Corporation. This man is a big shot in the province..."

"Huh?" Uncle One was stunned. He turned to look and saw the man placing a box on the table, smiling, "Wang Xingye, thank you!"

The young man opened the box, and it was full of money, making Uncle One’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

The young man placed the money on the scale, glanced at it, and said, "Three hundred and ninety grams!"

Someone immediately made note of it, and Wang Xingye nodded with a smile, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble!"

Afterward, Wang Xingye straightened his clothes and went straight into the hall.

No sooner had Wang Xingye left than a man in a suit came up, also placing a box full of money on the table. One after another, Uncle One and his group watched with wide eyes as a dozen people came up, each putting a box of money on the table, all amounting to hundreds of thousands.

The four members of the Zhao Family were sweating bullets as they finally understood what the young man had meant earlier. If they had to count the money one by one, it would definitely be an impossible task.

The four looked at each other. In comparison to these gifts, their five thousand certainly stood out. But if they were unique before, now they seemed utterly plain amidst the others.

Just as the four were silent, a voice suddenly rang out: "Su Ping, one thousand!"

The four turned to look and just saw Su Ping and Zhao Xuefen arriving, coming over to give their gift.

They were stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. Five thousand wasn’t too shabby, and here was a thousand!

"Hahaha, Xuefen, you just got here!" Aunt One immediately laughed, "Yo, it’s someone’s wedding, and you’re only giving a thousand, isn’t that a bit stingy?"

Zhao Xuefen finally noticed the four relatives, smiled, and said, "It’s just a wedding. The amount of money given is a mere gesture of goodwill. It’s the thought that counts, there’s no need for competition!"

"But even so, a thousand is too little!" Aunt One looked around and said, "In a place like this, I estimate the cost per person for a meal wouldn’t be less than a thousand. You give a thousand and brought two people, oh, no, three - Su Yang must be coming too. Three people, are you trying to get your money’s worth?"

Zhao Xuefen’s expression changed slightly, and she stopped talking, only a trace of a cold smile flicked across her lips. She knew her relatives very well and understood their personalities. Zhao Xuefen couldn’t be bothered with them anymore.

Aunt One and the others sarcastically mocked for a while, but eventually, they followed Zhao Xuefen and the others into the hall.

Once inside, they were once again astounded. The wedding venue was decorated beyond anyone’s imagination, truly luxurious. Various photography equipment was fully prepared; the setup didn’t look like it was for a wedding, rather more like a concert was about to take place.

There were quite a few people seated below, making a lot of noise. But Aunt One took one glance and saw many significant figures from Luo City, CEOs of major corporations, all sitting in the crowd below, adding to the shock.

Just at that moment, Old Seven Zhao and his wife walked over.

"Hey, Old Qi!" The eldest sister-in-law waved at once.

"Ah, you finally made it!" Old Seven Zhao and his wife ran over without even looking at the eldest sister-in-law and others, grabbed Su Ping’s hand excitedly, and said, "Great, the wedding’s about to start. If you hadn’t come, I’d have had someone waiting. Come on, hurry, sit in the front, sit in the front. I’ve arranged seats, let’s go together!"

The eldest sister-in-law and her group were dumbfounded. What was going on here? They had personally greeted him, and he completely ignored them? Why was he being so polite to a junior, what did this mean?

"Old Qi!" The eldest uncle also called out.

Only then did Old Seven Zhao glance over, offering a perfunctory smile, "Oh, you’re here too? Just find any seat, any seat!"

With that said, Old Seven Zhao ignored the eldest sister-in-law and eldest uncle and their group, dragging Su Ping and Zhao Xuefen off to the front.

The eldest uncle and his group were left gobsmacked, exchanging glances before following after them. They didn’t understand the situation, but after all, they were relatives; why should Zhao Xuefen and her group get to sit at the front while they had to find any random seat?

Up front, there really were a few empty seats, and these were the best ones available.

Zhao Xuefen had just sat down, but there was clearly only enough space for three or four people, and definitely not sufficient for six.

Zhao Xuefen and Su Ping took their seats, leaving no room for the eldest uncle and the eldest sister-in-law and their four people. Old Seven Zhao had no intention of arranging seats for them, so eventually, the third uncle and the second aunt found other places to sit, while the eldest uncle and the eldest sister-in-law shamelessly took their places here.

"Alright, let’s get ready to start the wedding!" Old Seven Zhao laughed, "I’m going to make some arrangements, okay!"

Not long after Old Seven Zhao went backstage, the wedding began.

The emcee was none other than Zhou Leping, whose appearance immediately elicited a chorus of screams from many in the audience.

The third uncle and the second aunt sat towards the back, mainly among people from Nanluo City. Coincidentally, they were seated right beside Lin Ze Ping and Fang Cui.

Lin Ze Ping had a good relationship with Su Ping in his early years and also had some dealings with Old Seven Zhao. Therefore, he attended the wedding of Old Seven Zhao’s son.

However, their expressions were not great at the moment. Lin Ze Ping looked gloomy, while Fang Cui’s face was completely rigid. The reason being, they both knew that it was Su Yang who had arranged this wedding for Zhao Tao!

The third uncle knew Lin Ze Ping and immediately said with a smile as he sat down, "Boss Lin, hey, what a coincidence to run into you here!"

Lin Ze Ping managed a stiff smile, "You’re here too!"

"Yes, Old Qi is our brother, after all!" The third uncle commented with a proud look on his face, as if being connected to Old Seven Zhao was a great honor.

"Oh." Lin Ze Ping nodded in response, clearly uninterested.

"By the way, how’s your daughter?" The third uncle suddenly inquired, "Doesn’t she have a marriage arrangement with Su Yang? I haven’t seen her for a long time, how is she doing?"

Lin Ze Ping’s expression darkened as he spoke softly, "The marriage arrangement has been canceled..."

"Is that so?" The third uncle instantly smiled, "Boss Lin, that’s probably a good decision you made there. I’ve always felt that marriage agreement was unsuitable. That Su Yang, he’s utterly hopeless. Just look at the things he’s done over the past few years, what a mess he’s made of his family. Such a man, how could he ever be worthy of Miss Lin!"