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Chapter 402 - 403

Chapter 402: 403

"Alright, then I’ll trouble you, President Feng, to arrange for someone to deliver it to the Baiyun Hotel for me." Li Changlin had also never been to such a place and was thinking of taking the opportunity to go on more dates with Qian Ziwei, so he accepted Feng Yongrui’s kindness.

"Sure, I’ll send it to Mr. Li right away." Feng Yongrui was just about to get off work, and as the company was not far from the Baiyun Hotel and his way home passed by there, it was convenient for him.

The two chatted casually for a few more moments before hanging up the phone.

By this time, Li Changlin and Qian Ziwei had already left the elevator; they had arrived at the hotel’s restaurant.

They walked into the restaurant. There weren’t many people at that time, so they casually ordered a few dishes and began to wait.

Before their meal was ready, Feng Yongrui called again. Li Changlin asked Qian Ziwei to wait for a moment as he got up to go downstairs to pick up the tickets.

Downstairs, Li Changlin saw Feng Yongrui sitting in a Lexus, gesturing to him.

Since the car was parked on the side of the road, it was inconvenient for Feng Yongrui to get out, so Li Changlin saw this and quickly walked over.

"Mr. Li, I’m really sorry that I can’t get out of the car because it’s parked on the roadside." As he took out two tickets from his handbag, Feng Yongrui apologized.

"It’s fine, no problem at all; I mainly appreciate the trouble President Feng has gone to." Li Changlin said with a smile as he took the tickets. The concert was scheduled to start at eight and go until ten, lasting two hours.

"Mr. Li, there’s also a lucky draw segment during the concert; remember to put your stub in the draw box when the time comes," Feng Yongrui said, worried Li Changlin might not be aware of this activity, so he made a particular point of reminding him.

As for what the lucky draw prize was, honestly, Feng Yongrui didn’t have a clue either.

Li Changlin quickly expressed his thanks, and the two exchanged a few words about the press conference scheduled for the next day. Then, Feng Yongrui took the initiative to bid farewell and started his car.

After watching Feng Yongrui drive off, Li Changlin turned and walked back to the hotel.

Upon exiting the elevator on the fifth floor, Li Changlin returned to the restaurant and immediately noticed a young man standing beside his table, saying something.

"What’s going on, Ziwei?" Li Changlin’s brow furrowed slightly as he quickly walked over.

"You can go now, sir, my husband is back," Qian Ziwei said with an unyielding face, coldly addressing the young man who had been pestering her for several minutes.

She didn’t want to cause trouble for Li Changlin, otherwise, she would have likely taken action against the presumptuous man in front of her long ago.

"Your husband?" The young man was slightly stunned, then turned his head to look at Li Changlin, "Kid, I don’t care who you are, just disappear from my sight immediately. Otherwise, I will make you understand why the flowers are so red!"

"Get lost!" Li Changlin’s face darkened; this nonsensical fool, did he really think he wouldn’t dare to take action!

"Fuck your mother!" Hearing Li Changlin’s rebuke, the young man immediately cursed back.

This was a common saying in Southern Yue Province, a phrase meant to insult others.

Li Changlin didn’t understand the language of Southern Yue Province, so he was confused, but he could tell that the other party was definitely not saying anything pleasant.

He raised his hand to call a waiter over. It didn’t matter if he didn’t understand, as he could ask someone else.

The audacity of this man to be so arrogant even in a hotel, clearly suggested he had some background.

However, the Li Changlin of today was no longer the naive Wu Xia Ameng of the past; he certainly wouldn’t take such a person seriously.

Soon, a waiter came over nervously; she knew who the young man was, the only son of the Baiyun Hotel’s boss.

"What does ’fuck your mother’ mean?" When the waiter approached, Li Changlin immediately asked.

The waiter was momentarily startled. She hadn’t heard the young man’s curse clearly, but she had a vague idea of what it might be.

Thus, the waiter was very nervous, as she cautiously glanced at the young man, unsure if she should tell Li Changlin the meaning.

"Just tell him, what’s there to fear?" the young man shrugged, not worried in the slightest.

Baiyun Hotel was his turf, and he could tell at a glance that Li Changlin was a country bumpkin; he didn’t take his opponent seriously at all.

"It means to curse someone, specifically, it’s cursing your mother." After receiving the young man’s nod, the waiter explained softly.

Upon hearing this, Changlin’s face immediately darkened even more. He lifted his eyes to look at the other party and coldly snapped, "Kid, you’re cursing my mother!"

Every dragon has its scale, and touching it means death.

In Changlin’s heart, his mother was that scale.

This clueless fellow—did he really have a death wish?

"What, you don’t agree? If you have the guts, try hitting me and see how this young master will deal with you!" The young man had never suffered a loss before and was confident that this was his battleground. So he paid no mind to someone like Changlin, an outsider.

Seeing that the other party showed no signs of remorse even in such a predicament made Changlin’s anger rise even further.

Without wasting another word, he immediately raised his foot and kicked over.

With a bang.

The young man’s body was sent flying backward, crashing onto a table behind him.

He let out a scream of agony. The collision was painful, and he lay on the table unable to move.

"Young Master Xu."

"Master Xu."

"Manager Xu."

Seeing the young man getting hit, the restaurant staff could no longer stay calm.

A few of them quickly ran over and hurriedly helped him down from the table.

"Damn it, how dare you hit me. Quick, notify security, call the guards up here." Supported by several restaurant employees, the young man yelled furiously.

When had he ever suffered such a loss? It was truly a pathetic and lamentable scene.

Supporting his waist with one hand, the young man glared resentfully at Changlin.

He hadn’t expected his opponent to be so ruthless, to send him flying with a single kick.

"You sure have a foul mouth," Changlin’s eyes narrowed as he stepped toward the young man, speaking indifferently as he walked, "Since that’s the case, I, The Nearly Divine Tycoon, will properly educate you on the principles of life. In this world, you should never casually insult another’s mother."

After finishing his sentence, Changlin was already in front of the young man.

Raising his hand, he delivered a slap.

Smack!

The slap was so crisp that it stunned the young man.

"Stop hitting him, stop! That’s President Feng’s son, Xu Hongda; please stop fighting," the employees pleaded.

"Yes, please stop hitting him, just go quickly, before our boss arrives," they urged.

Seeing how domineering Changlin was, the restaurant staff were scared out of their wits.

Immediately, two male waiters stepped forward to block Changlin, begging him earnestly.