NOVEL NEXT Chapter 228: The Dynasty Banquet
You Lu seemed very embarrassed.
What had just been a surprise now turned into a somewhat hateful glance at Chen Fang, as if to say, "Why did I have to run into you?"
"Back then... we were just young."
You Lu said with a look of grievance.
"Hey, ex-boyfriend comrade, we're going to KTV to have fun. Do you want to come with us?"
Zhao Long asked provocatively.
You Lu panicked upon hearing this.
She cooed to Zhao Long, "A-Long, it's fine if just we go. Why do we need to bring him along? Let's go, let's go."
The more she wanted to flee the scene.
The more interested Zhao Long became.
He said, "What? Had a lot of stories with your ex-boyfriend back in the day and now you're afraid to have him in front of me?"
"Not at all, there's nothing like that."
You Lu said.
"If there's nothing, then let's invite him along. Isn't your old classmate also here? It's a good chance to catch up. If he doesn't go, you don't have to go either."
Zhao Long finished speaking.
Then he got into the sports car.
You Lu looked aggrieved.
She complained to Chen Fang, "So unlucky, why did I have to meet you here, oh, it's also my fault, I shouldn't have called you just now."
"Am I that unbearable to you? After all, we dated for two years."
Chen Fang asked.
You Lu, hearing this, quickly glanced back at Zhao Long, then lowered her voice to Chen Fang, "Come with me later. We don't need to talk about our past. I'll arrange a place for you to stay later, consider it my pity for you."
"I'm not going."
Chen Fang said.
You Lu became anxious.
She snatched the small bag from Chen Fang's hands.
And got directly into the car.
Then she said to Chen Fang, "Dynasty KTV, Room 888. You'll have to take a taxi over."
After saying that,
She took out a hundred-yuan bill, threw it on the ground, and the sports car roared off as she stepped on the gas.
Chen Fang picked up the hundred yuan from the ground.
Thinking that it was just a few old clothes, he wasn't too bothered.
He was just about to keep hailing a taxi.
Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his heart.
Something wasn't right, the notebook Tan Yandong had left was still in the small bag—
With this thought, he started to feel anxious.
He quickly hailed a taxi, telling the driver, "Master, to Dynasty KTV."
Fortunately, the distance wasn't too far.
It was only about a fifteen-minute ride.
As soon as Chen Fang arrived at the entrance, he saw that red sports car parked not far away.
At that moment, a mamasan came over to him, wearing a sly smile and asked, "Handsome, how many people?"
"Room 888."
Chen Fang said.
Upon hearing this, the mamasan said, "Oh, you are Mr. Zhao's friend? Well then, follow me."
"Mr. Zhao, you mean Zhao Long?"
Chen Fang walked beside the mamasan and asked.
The mamasan nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhao Long."
Chen Fang suddenly stopped.
He pulled out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the mamasan's hand, asking, "Could you tell me what background this Mr. Zhao has?"
"You don't know him?"
"Just met, not very familiar yet."
Chen Fang said cheerfully.
The mamasan pinched the money in her hand, looked around, and said, "Generally, we are not supposed to disclose our clients' privacy, but since you are Mr. Zhao's friend, it doesn't matter. Mr. Zhao isn't anyone special, but his father is the director of our city's North Street Office."
Director of the Street Office?
That's essentially the mayor.
In other words, he's at the division level.
Chen Fang now had an idea.
This guy was definitely a second-generation official.
"How many people are in Room 888 tonight?"
Chen Fang continued to ask.
The mamasan lowered her voice and said, "Quite a few, at least five or six, all from families of some leaders of our North Street Office."
It turned out to be a gathering of rich second-generation kids.
Chen Fang gave a slight smile and said, "Good, thanks, Mommy."
Then—
he pulled out a few more bills and handed them over.
With the addition of these bills, Mommy, very enthusiastically, personally walked Chen Fang to the door of the private room.
As soon as Chen Fang pushed the door open, a clamor of noise hit him in the face.
In the private room, there were six men and six women.
They were all gathered together making a ruckus.
A few men had a woman pinned down on the sofa, her clothes had already been mostly stripped off, and looking at her, only her underwear remained.
The woman appeared very frightened.
She covered her chest with her hands.
Yet even so, her body had already been touched all over by these six men.
"Who is it?"
A young man with long hair looked towards Chen Fang and asked.
Standing in the middle, Zhao Long immediately stopped what he was doing and said, "Oh, comrade ex-boyfriend, you really did show up. Come on, come, take a seat."
He slapped the woman on the butt who was on the sofa.
The woman immediately sat up, as though she had "escaped from death," and started frantically putting her clothes on.
Zhao Long sat in the middle, lit a cigarette, and crossed his legs.
Pointing at Chen Fang, he said, "Let me introduce him to everyone. This guy, he's the ex-boyfriend of my new chick, what's his name again…"
He looked at You Lu and asked.
You Lu said in a timid voice, "Chen Fang."
Zhao Long said boldly, "Oh, Chen Fang, Chen as in orange peel, Fang as in to fart."
"Hahaha..."
A crowd of people, both men and women, joined in the laughter.
"Where's my bag?"
Chen Fang walked to the coffee table and asked You Lu.
You Lu hadn't spoken yet.
Zhao Long said, "A broken bag with just a few lousy clothes in it, what do you want it for? I threw it away for you."
From this statement, it was clear that they had opened the bag and looked inside.
"Where did you throw it?"
Chen Fang continued to ask.
Feigning ignorance, Zhao Long tapped his head and said cheekily, "Yo, look at my poor memory, I forgot where I threw it. It might be in some trash can. You want it? Go out and pick it up. With so many trash cans, if you search each one, you'll definitely find it, hahahaha…"
Another burst of mocking laughter filled the room.
Chen Fang's face suddenly turned grim.
He asked again, "Where exactly did you throw the bag?"
Seeing the expressionless face on Chen Fang,
the smile on Zhao Long's face also instantly disappeared.
He sat up straight and said coldly, "What the hell do you think you are, speaking to me with that tone? Are you looking to die?"
With this shout,
everyone else fell silent.
"I have no interest in talking to you. I just want my bag. Give it to me, and I won't cause trouble."
Chen Fang said.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Long said to the people beside him: "Oh, did you hear that? He says he doesn't want to cause trouble, yet he still wants to pick a fight with me. Does he think he's all that? Haven't we been missing someone with such audacity for a long time?"
"Yes, it's been a long time."
"Interesting, very interesting. Looks like tonight will be entertaining."
The others also started to jeer.
With a smirk, Zhao Long said, "You want your bag? Fine, drink all the drinks on the table. As long as you finish them, I'll give you your bag back."
Having said that,
Zhao Long swept his hand across the coffee table.
At that moment, the coffee table was filled with stacks of beer and several bottles of foreign liquor. If he were to drink all of that, his life might be at risk.
"Dragon, let's just enjoy ourselves. Why bother with such a low-class person?"
Chen Fang said this.
You Lu also felt embarrassed and hurriedly came over to speak.
Zhao Long turned his head and asked, "What? Feeling sorry for your ex now? Want to find a room and rekindle old flames?"
"No, why would I feel sorry for him? A guy who has neither money nor power."
You Lu hurriedly explained.
Pleased with this response,
Zhao Long directly unzipped his pants, pulled out his "stick", and pointing at You Lu, he said, "Fine, since you don't want to rekindle anything, I'll give you another chance. Now, you take this in your mouth. I'll tell you when to release, and during this process, you're not allowed to talk back, only I can 'talk'..."