Seeing Guan Xin again, Huang Yuan's calm heart finally had a ripple.

And Guan Xin saw Huang Yuan again, but he was avoiding his sight all the time.

Those eyes...... Does she still like me?

Not all enemies can be subdued by force. To become the god of war for the protection of the country, a pair of eyes that can see through people's hearts is essential.

After pulling with Huang Yuan and the reporters of Sanjiang Zhouli TV Station, the time had reached eleven fifty, and there were only less than ten minutes left before the official start of the birthday banquet.

Handing over a red envelope, Huang Yuan asked Huang Yong, "Brother Yong, I don't know where we should sit today?"

If no one comes, there will be no gift money.

Without gift money, Huang Zheng's family could only pay for the hundreds of tables of meals ordered by themselves.

Imagine that hundreds of tables of food in the courtyard of the hotel were occupied and ruined by Huang Yuan and the others, and Huang had the courage not to fight anywhere.

"How can I let you take such a big advantage? Let me stay in the main banquet hall, and I will find a special seat for you to sit. ”

Huang Yuan and Guan Xin, one left and one right, walked into the main banquet hall specially reserved for VIPs and Huang Zheng's relatives and friends, but finally sat together unconsciously.

At this time, Huang Yong had already decided to break the jar, and let his subordinates stop people outside the hotel casually, and give two hundred for one meal.

Three hundred tables is impossible, but no matter what, Huang Yong has to gather the fifty tables in the banquet hall.

Just at twelve o'clock, as Hong San and the others were ready to show their faces and go home, they were arranged into the banquet hall, and the fifty-year-old birthday banquet of Huang Zheng, which cost a lot of money, was finally enough for fifty tables.

Seeing that Huang Zheng, whose face had finally eased, was telling his story on the stage with high spirits, Huang Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was also at this time that Hong Liu, who came in a hurry, suddenly handed his mobile phone to Huang Yong.

"I don't have time to look at any mess right now. ”

Hong Liu's face turned pale and said weakly: "This is not some mess, it is a video that Huang Yuan sent to all the aborigines of Bihu Village. ”

"What?" Huang Yong's heart beat faster again.

I don't know when, such a video leaked out of the local section of Jiangcheng on social software: a group of gangster-looking young people forced the residents of the same village to congratulate the village chief's father on his birthday, and stipulated that the gift money should not be less than 1,000 yuan.

The mere imposition of a gift amount was enough to provoke criticism, and the gangsters were ashamed to say that the poor were not entitled to put their names on the invitations.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and nearly 100,000 comments were left at the bottom of this video in just two or three days, most of which condemned these gangsters for not understanding the rules and hating the poor and loving the rich.

Walking in front of Huang Yuan angrily, Huang Yong threw his mobile phone on the dining table in front of him, and asked angrily, "Did you kid send it to the Internet?"

Spreading out his hands, Huang Yuan said with a look of grievance: "I am a good law-abiding citizen, how can I do such a degrading thing?"

Facing Huang Zheng, who was boasting on stage, Huang Yuan said lightly: "I just sent the video to your poor relatives in the village, but I didn't send it to the Internet. ”

"It's you, it's you who recorded the ...... with your phone at that time"

After listening to Huang Yuan's words, Huang Yong finally understood why no villagers came to attend Huang Zheng's fiftieth birthday banquet today.

Huang Zheng's family cared too much about what they thought was VIPs, so much so that ordinary villagers were just called over to fill their popularity and make up the numbers in their eyes.

Originally, this was nothing, and many rich people would call their poor relatives at home when they were doing big things, and there were many people. And listening to those people compliment themselves, and then comparing their own and other people's very different lifestyles, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

However, the difference between Huang Zheng's family and them is that after several generations of hard work, they eventually became rich, but they became nouveau riche in the eyes of others by looting the village.

The nouveau riche likes to do nothing more than to show off, to show off their money, power, and connections, and to be full of contempt for poor relatives like themselves in the first place.

Poor relatives do not deserve to have names on invitations.

Pulling out an invitation card from Huang Shuting's backpack, Huang Yuan pushed it in front of Huang Yong's eyes and said with a smile: "One invitation card for one building, except for the building manager who has a name, other people may not want to be your poor relatives." ”

"Haha, haha......"

Angry, Huang Yong said with a smile: "You said that they are poor relatives, even if they don't come today, so what? But you, Huang Yuan, I have written down today's events, and after this, there will be no place for you to settle in Bihu New Village." ”

Huang Yong's threat to the villagers is nothing more than deducting dividends, and recovering the right to live in the old building for poor people like Ye Qing.

These shady methods are completely unacceptable in Huang Yuan's eyes.

"Those two old buildings, I'm afraid you can't demolish them if you want to. Huang Yuan's face once again showed his familiar treacherous smile.

"Okay, you wait for me. ”

thought that Huang Yuan would be soft in the face of Huang Yong's embarrassment, but to Guan Xin's surprise, Huang Yuan is not only very mature now, but also no longer the simple teenager who was slaughtered by others back then.

Is he still the same Huang Yuan I know?

Huang Yuan knew that people like Huang Yong would never easily let an opponent like him sit in the main hall of Huang Zheng's birthday banquet, even if they were really short of people now.

Guan Xin sat opposite her, at this time she already had a marriage contract with Jiang Junjie, and the engagement ceremony would be officially held at the end of the year.

Huang Yuan has prepared a lot of special "gifts" for the Jiang family and the Guan family, and what he wants to determine now is Guan Xin's attitude towards him eight years later.

What engagement ceremony, what press conference, as long as Guan Xin still has me in her heart, it is the wedding scene, and I dare to snatch her in front of people all over the world.

Intending to help Huang Yuan and Guan Xin contact their relationship, Huang Shuting took the initiative to sit next to Guan Xin and asked, "Sister Guan Xin, has your work been going well recently?"

"It's fine. ”

Speaking of which, Guan Xin deliberately took out a letter of introduction to her.

"The principal of this school is very familiar with me, and I went to him with this letter of introduction. They are trying to find a way to increase the rate of admission to higher education, and if you get this kind of grade, you will not only be exempted from tuition and living expenses, but you will also get a lot of money. ”

Huang Shuting smiled awkwardly.

When she learned that she was going to be suspended from school, she went to find Guan Xin. Now Guan Xin came over with a letter of introduction from the school, and it must have taken a lot of thought to think about it.

"I'm sorry for caring about my sister. I...... There is already money to pay for tuition. ”

Guan Xin looked at Huang Shuting's eyes and withdrew the letter of introduction with a smile.

She didn't blame Huang Shuting at all, on the contrary, she was happy that she could continue to stay in the last high school in Quanjiang City.

However, in less than a month, Huang Shuting had enough tuition fees, and it was definitely impossible to rely on herself and Ye Qing, so Huang Yuan could only help her.

"Shuting's matter, thank you for your help. ”

This was the first time Huang Yuan took the initiative to talk to Guan Xin.

"It's okay, it should be. ”

Huang Yuan wanted to say something, but two young people, a man and a woman, suddenly walked past Guan Xin's side and sat down casually.