Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub

Chapter 312: You say, who are you going to attack?

In the upper circles of Huicheng, there was a lot of gossip recently.

Last year, the Song family, which had flourished and occupied the title of a first-rate wealthy family in Huicheng, was on the verge of collapse.

At first, Taifeng Real Estate, a new real estate company that the Huicheng family did not particularly like, had achieved better results each time under Song Yueliang's leadership. This year, the company has been working with government agencies to develop new projects.

It could be said without a doubt that once and for as long as the land in Mashan could produce outstanding results, Song Yueliang would immediately skyrocket, and with this, he can be a figure parallel to the old giant in Huicheng.

The comparison between the two is embarrassing.

Song Chunsheng lost his sight.

If we can establish a good relationship with Song Yueliang and raise this princess carefully, the current Song family will definitely not fall into a messy situation.

Another person who attracted a lot of attention recently was Yanxi.

The Qiqi Food Factory officially appeared to the public eye in just two months, and its rise was incredible.

As expected of a child from Yan Huai, a big boss in the capital, a tiger father who had no dogs!

The Qiqi fruit milk series drink produced by its food factory has captured a large market share in a short time and is popular among men, women, and children.

Some people predict that the Qiqi Food Factory will dominate for a long time in the future.

His colleagues wanted to catch up with him, unless they could develop a more popular beverage formula, and at the same time, they should have a strong family background like him.

There were heated discussions among Huicheng.

Among this heated discussion, the two other figures who had once attracted the most attention quietly fell silent, so humble that it was almost impossible to remember.

One was Yanqin, and the other was Fu Yanchi.

At night, the lights of the bustling city are colorful and flickering.

The Crown Clubhouse is like the most powerful force in the city, no matter how the outside world goes up and down, it will always stand strong.

Lying quietly on one side, it looked at Fengyun with a cold smile.

On the dance floor on the first floor, men and women swayed, and the most explosive disco dance music hit the audience.

In the second-floor lounge, open a fully transparent glass door from floor to ceiling, and you will see an extended dance floor.

If the door is closed, it seems to be another quiet space separate from the clubhouse.

In a private seat, all of Huicheng's upper-class youths and girls gathered.

Today is more alive than usual.

There's no other reason.

Yanqin fulfilled his promise and invited the true young master of the Yan family who everyone wanted to know him.

The young man had mixed black and yellow hair, his original curly hair had been trimmed back, looking clean and tidy.

182 He was taller, with broad shoulders and long legs, and an aura of nobility all over him. Even if he just sat there lazily while drinking, and occasionally raised his eyes, he could still see sharply.

Like a sword that has been drawn.

After dealing with the waves of others coming to toast and praise, Yan Xi stretched her long legs and leaned against the back of the sofa chair, feeling bored and bored.

He used to love shows like that.

Running wild with a group of friends every day, racing, fighting, drinking, and dancing, I felt so beautiful.

Relying on youth and wealth, wasting time and wasting life recklessly, thinking that he is fighting dissatisfaction and injustice in a unique way.

"Bored?" Someone next to him nudged his arm and asked quietly.

Yan Xi squinted, not hiding the boredom in her eyes, "It's so boring, it's more interesting to play rope with Qi Qi in the small courtyard."

Dong Wangshu snorted, and immediately held back his laughter, "I don't like events like this either, but you should get used to it, Er Shao Yan, too, your brother said that if you want to develop well in Huicheng in the future, you should learn to socialize."

He pointed outside with his eyes, "Don't look at some inconspicuous people in the family. In fact, each of them had their own methods and connections personally. To you, they are connections."

Yan Xi pursed her lips and flicked her tongue. Of course he knew that this was all a connection.

Otherwise, he would not have listened to Fu Yanchi, and he would have come if asked.

Dong Wangshu picked up the wine glass in the young man's hand, and quietly replaced it with fruit juice, "Reduce drinking alcohol, stay conscious, so as not to fall into the trap, so as not to fall into the trap, there's people here everywhere."

"You're pretty good too." Yan Xi took the juice and glanced at it. He did not know what kind of juice it was. It smells good, but it tastes like wine. Knowing that what he drank was not wine at all.

Dong Wangshu sighed, and leaned his back heavily against the back of the sofa, "I was taught by Yueyue. People floating in rivers and lakes. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed. There are more good-natured little brothers."

"Get out, who's your brother."

"My mom is at least three years older than you!"

"I'm a meter and a half taller than you."

"..." - ".Dong Wangshu gulped down a large mouthful of fruit juice.

If not for Yueyue, he would have already slapped her.

He hates people who say he's short!

On another set of sofas in the corner opposite the two, Yan Qin and Song Ziyu were seated at one end, both holding wine glasses.

Song Ziyu drank voraciously, while Yan Qin drank lightly.

"Is it there? The second young master of the Yan family seems to be the focus of the audience tonight. This kind of honor was previously given to you by Yan Qinqin." Song Ziyu sneered, the meaning in her eyes was unclear. Little drunk.

In the place where they were seated, people occasionally came to toast and greet, but compared to the Yanxi party, the number of people was much less.

There were even fewer toasts for Song Ziyu, almost none.

Yanqin turned the wine glass with her slender fingertips, her long, narrow eyes half-stiffed, "Tonight was originally her home game."

"I didn't know before, but you actually obeyed your uncle's words." While throwing the wine glass and lying down, Song Ziyu covered her eyes with her arms, giggling, "Young Master Qin, you have been busy all this time. In the end, you get nothing, instead, he gives everything he gets in his hands."

"I have nothing, and I am still Young Master Qin. But when you have nothing, you will no longer be Young Master Song." Yan Qin smiled, "Rather than pissing me off here, why don't you please Yan Er Less, maybe your situation can get better."

Throwing out this sentence, Yanqin got up and left the table, got out of the private chair and went to the bathroom.

There were many people in the bathroom, and the water from the sink faucet was flowing profusely.

Yanqin stood in front of the half-length mirror, staring at her own reflection in the mirror.

His pupils were dark and deep. Before, I could see a bit of ambition in it, but now, I can't see anything.

It felt like an abyss within the eye, with no end in sight.

He raised the corner of his lips and smiled, mocking the cold.

The phone on her waist rang, and she came out of the bathroom with the phone in her hand, looked for a corner where no one was passing by, and then answered the phone.

"Can't wait now? Fu Yanchi had been busy for half a month, and he had completely fixed the flaws that Yan had revealed. No chance to do anything." The man lowered his head and chuckled, "He's a very clever person."

After a while, his laughter disappeared, and his eyes slowly lifted, "Who do you want to attack?"