Since 10 a.m., Huang Yong has been waiting there with a few local reporters and a group of private security guards.

I thought that Huang Zheng, the leader of the village and a model of the new city, had many people come to congratulate him at his birthday banquet, but after sitting and waiting for nearly two hours, there were almost no ordinary villagers and people to see at the scene, except for the occasional few luxury cars entering and leaving.

Wealthy businessmen and officials are of course important to Huang Zheng, but who doesn't want to spend such a happy event as his 50th birthday with relatives and friends.

Especially Huang Zhengai showed off, and he was cheeky enough to invite all the reporters over.

If the main banquet hall with fifty tables was not satisfied, he would definitely become a joke in the LH district and even the entire Dragon City.

Huang Yong also felt strange at this time, and pulled over the subordinates who were responsible for arranging for personnel to enter the field.

"What's going on today? Isn't it good that there are more than 300 people at the table coming to congratulate my dad on his birthday?"

The subordinates smiled and said, "What do those poor people have to care about, didn't the district mayor, the city council, and the nearby wealthy businessmen and entrepreneurs all send people over to congratulate the village chief on his birthday?"

"You know. Huang Yong scolded: "The number of people shows that my father has won the hearts of the people in the village." Those things that don't know what to do, don't thank my dad for his contribution to the village, and release our pigeons, it's really hateful. ”

At half past eleven in the morning, there was less than half an hour left before Huang Zheng's 50th birthday banquet.

Several reporters who were invited to report felt that the scene was a little deserted, and even played with their mobile phones in front of Huang Yong.

They didn't collect the materials they wanted, so they lowered their heads and asked Huang Yong, "Mr. Huang, it's half past eleven now, is anyone else coming?"

"Yes, of course, we booked more than 300 tables. ”

"Well, I'm still thinking about how to report with so few people. ”

After appeasing the reporters, Huang Yong quickly called his relatives and asked why they had not arrived at the hotel yet.

However, the answer he got was either that he was not in good health today, or that he had something very important to do temporarily, and he couldn't go.

You guys, when you ask my dad for help, you're as thick-skinned as the city walls. Now, when our family needs someone to support the factory, everyone says that they can't come because of something.

Soon, Huang Zheng, who was entertaining VIPs in the hotel, also discovered the problem.

He took the time to run out, and saw that Huang Yong and his subordinates were calling for someone, and his face instantly darkened.

"What's going on? There were less than twenty tables in the hall. ”

Wiping a handful of cold sweat from his forehead, Huang Yong said: "I don't know what's going on, the people who said before that they were going to come to congratulate you on your birthday have all encountered an emergency and can't come." ”

Huang Zheng was anxious, and shouted at Huang Yong: "There are so many VIPs sitting in the hall." If there is no room for everyone, where will my old face go?"

"Dad, I'll figure it out......"

"Hurry up and solve this problem for me, otherwise, you don't want to inherit my family business. ”

When Huang Yong was in a hurry, Huang Yuan arrived with Ye Qing and Huang Shuting.

Seeing that Huang Yuan really dared to come over to congratulate his father on his birthday, Huang Yong immediately put down his mobile phone and sneered: "Whose relatives are this, participating in such a large-scale birthday banquet, actually dressed so shabby, it is definitely not from our Bihu New District." ”

The others also remembered Huang Yong's previous arrangement at this time, and echoed: "Mr. Huang is really a noble person who forgets things, isn't this the dilapidated settlement on the other side of the old building, Ye Qing's family." It's just that I don't know why, their family has a poor relative who eats and drinks. ”

Hearing their words, Huang Yuan shook his head in disappointment.

"I heard that the village chief celebrated his fiftieth birthday this time, and he booked three hundred and eight tables. I, Huang Yuan, was born and raised, and I have never seen such a big scene, so I came over with a cheeky face. It's just ......"

Huang Yuan pretended to look around, and then asked, "What about the people? It's half past eleven, shouldn't there be a crowd here?"

Remembering Huang Yuan's treacherous smile in the old building before, Huang Yong grabbed him by the collar and asked loudly, "Are you a troublemaker and threaten the people in the village?"

Gently pressing Huang Yong's wrist, Huang Yuan smiled while exerting force: "I, Huang Yuan, am just a poor relative, how can I have so much energy that can threaten the people of the entire village." ”

Huang Yuan just used his strength lightly, and Huang Yong, who had never practiced martial arts, immediately shouted in pain.

"Let go of me, let go of me, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

When Huang Yong did something to Huang Yuan, no one helped. But when Huang Yong cried out in pain, reporters, hotel security guards, and Huang Yong's subordinates, who were still watching the excitement before, surrounded Huang Yuan and the other three in a swarm.

After Huang Yuan's two displays of strength, Huang Shuting's mother and daughter are no longer as scared as before.

On the contrary, they behaved calmly at this time, which made Huang Yong and others even more dissatisfied.

Huang Yuan, this dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, but even Ye Qing and Huang Shuting, the two girls, are not afraid of me. If this continues, how can I still get along in Bihu New Village?

"Give me a beating......"

Just as a group of people were about to make a move on Huang Yuan and the others, a young woman with long hair suddenly stopped them.

"What are you doing, beating someone at Uncle Huang's birthday party in front of so many reporters?"

She wore a white shirt with a pair of black baggy trousers, which was simple but not attractive.

"It's Sister Guan Xin. ”

Guan Xin, the eldest daughter of Guan Tao, president of Guan's Wood Company. Her mother died young, and her father, after marrying a new love, added a younger brother and a younger sister to her.

Eight years ago, she also had an identity: Huang Yuan's fiancée.

At this time, Guan Xin was followed by several reporters with long guns and short cannons, and looking at the logo on their microphones, it turned out to be reporters from Sanjiang State TV Station.

Quickly evacuating a group of people, Huang Yong took out his numb wrist from Huang Yuan, and after tidying up his clothes a little, he said with a smile: "Yo, isn't this the eldest lady of the Guan family? ”

Guan Xin is right, today is Huang Zheng's fiftieth birthday, and he can't make a move in front of Huang Yuan in front of so many rich people and dignitaries.

Especially now there are more reporters from Sanjiang State TV.

Huang Yong and Hong Liu's original plan was not like this. In view of Huang Yuan's lack of power and power, and he didn't have many real friends in Jiangcheng, Huang Yong and Hong San made several plans that could embarrass him in public, but because there was an accident at the birthday banquet, they left everything behind.

Seeing that the surroundings were deserted, Huang Yong, as the son of the main family, still wanted to beat people, and a reporter from Sanjiang State TV wrote: "The mayor of Bihu Village has a big birthday, the hotel is deserted, and his son has to beat people." ”

Another reporter also wrote: "The villagers voted with their feet, what happened to the former Jiangcheng model." ”

Listening to the words of the two reporters who seemed to be talking to themselves, Huang Yong suddenly exploded.

"What are you writing nonsense? How many good things my father has done for the village over the years, and you actually write about him like this, is it worthy of your conscience?"

"Yes, yes, how can you make up such nonsense......" As he spoke, Huang Yong and their private security guards had already surrounded the two reporters.

"The village chief's minions threatened to beat the reporter, the so-called model, but the village bully. ”

"Sister, did you come here on purpose to find fault...... See if I don't kill you......"

Seeing Huang Yong mingling with several reporters from Sanjiang State TV, Huang Yuan couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and keep taking pictures.

Did they bring it to Guan Xin?

No, it was arranged by Huang Yuan. Get scolded a few words, or be beaten, starting with 100,000.

And this is only a prelude, the real means are still to come.