Shen Rongsheng greeted Zeng Cheng and sent a few boxes of high-quality Wuliangye before taking people away. He didn't know www.biquge.info that this chat conversation had changed the direction of the whole party. The group of people who were still surrounding Wu Meiling just now, I don't know when, had already come to Fan Xueqing's side and talked enthusiastically. The person who said the most ridiculous words just now also had a shy face, pretending to be a former classmate.

Fan Xueqing thinks that most of the students, in addition to being snobbish, are still very good. But this kind of two-faced and three-sworded person who sees the wind and steers the rudder, it is better to have less contact, because you don't know when, you will be betrayed by them.

Zeng Cheng and Shen Shouzheng naturally became the focus of the banquet, and some family members with some identities also came to talk, and they were familiar with each other, in case they were useful to each other.

Only after this conversation did I know that there were actually two civil servants, one working in the Zhabei Land Management Bureau and the other working in the Dongpu Design Institute, who were exactly the people that Shen Shouzheng could use, and they talked more closely. And Zeng Cheng just chatted with him, not that he didn't need these people, but that there were higher-level people to use, and he didn't want the circle of friends to be too complicated. With his current status, just dealing with these relationships is enough for him to have a headache, and he can't take care of his new friends, and he doesn't contact him for a long time, and he is no different from strangers.

Wu Meiling and Zhang Yuting helped their man and returned to the hotel room to sober up, just to avoid this embarrassing scene. Their proud net worth background has just become a joke, which they can't afford, so let's find a place to heal their psychological trauma first.

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After eating, Shen Shouzheng took everyone to the song and dance hall of Mengquan Villa.

The song and dance hall in Mengquan Villa is not small, and it can fit two hundred people, not to mention that Fan Xueqing's classmates and friends only came sixty or seventy, so there are some who dance together and talk on the dark seats.

I don't know what the purpose is, the seats in the dance hall are separated by translucent frosted glass, sitting inside, you can just see the center stage outside that is much higher than the ground, but you won't see other people sitting elsewhere, and the privacy is very good. And due to the lighting problems on the stage, although it is condescending, it is not clear what is going on.

The classmates who were pestering Fan Xueqing at the banquet just now and wanted to inquire about Zeng Cheng's details did not come at the moment, firstly, because they knew that now was not the time to be a light bulb, and secondly, they also had to do some mental and physical exchanges with the object of their affection, so Zeng Cheng and Fan Xueqing had a rare two-person world.

Zeng Cheng and Fan Xueqing sat together, looking at the scene on the stage, while looking around, they found that there were many figures everywhere, but they didn't know what people were doing in it, and the rumbling music also covered up the various sounds that might be made.

"Qing'er, what do you say they are doing?" Zeng Cheng didn't have anything to say, so he asked casually.

Fan Xueqing drank a drink, ate melon seeds, glanced to the side boredly, and replied angrily: "What else can I do? Hurry up and make up for what you didn't have time to do when you went to school?"

When I was in junior high school, I was stupid, and the teacher was strict, so a little sprout was strangled in the cradle by the exterminators.

After going to high school, it was a key high school, and the homework was intense, and there was not much time to talk about love, so everyone's minds were buried.

Now that they are mixed into the university or the society, they have more knowledge, what can be done and what cannot be done, and they are also sure in their hearts, so it is also the belief of many people to seize the time and have fun in time.

"Hehe, there's nothing you can do in this place. Zeng Cheng heard Fan Xueqing say this, and immediately felt a little funny, so he said to her with a smile.

"What you can't do here, you can do it later when you get back to your room. Fan Xueqing replied.

After a while, the organizers came and called everyone to go over, and as soon as the headlights were changed, the demons in the hall danced wildly, and the colored lights that rotated like marquees dragged people's shadows into shape, like little monsters.

Fan Xueqing was also writhing on the stage, her long hair was flying around, Zeng Cheng stood beside her and walked back and forth, changing positions as if teleporting as the lights flickered and dimmed, looking very weird.

I don't know who pulled up a solid wood chair, jumped up and down around the chair and made all kinds of difficult movements, which immediately attracted a round of applause, Fan Xueqing saw the person, and suddenly had an unsightly expression on her face, so she pulled Zeng Cheng and said, "Chengzi, can you do me a favor and suppress the limelight of the guy who danced the chair dance?"

It was too noisy inside, Zeng Cheng listened to Fan Xueqing shouting in her ear twice, and then understood what she wanted to do, so he nodded, pulled over a solid wood chair, and directly grabbed the back of the chair and played upside down, with so many tricks, it was jaw-dropping.

Zeng Cheng is a cultivator, his ability is extraordinary, although he didn't use any cultivator's means, but he is also more fancy than Fan Xueqing and other classmates, and the viewing is also higher.

After dancing for a while, the style of the music suddenly changed, a bit of a violent one, with the dull sound of metal crashing and glass shattering, mixed with the sound of gunfire.

After Zeng Cheng heard this kind of music, he immediately changed his movements and began to toss the chair, first slashing it down with one palm, splitting the chair in half. Then he lifted his hands up and threw the chair outward, shattering it. In a flash, a hard solid wood chair turned into a pile of broken wood, thrown everywhere and all over the floor.

Although he is not friends with the Shen family, the boss here, after all, he has some friendship after all, and presumably the other party will not ask him to accompany this chair.

When the music ended and the lights came on, everyone looked at Zeng Cheng in some amazement, it was hard to imagine that he tore a solid wood chair with his bare hands, is this still what people do?

Someone went out of his way to look at the broken wood on the ground, and sure enough, it was genuine solid wood, hard wood.

"Wow, Fan Xueqing!" a female classmate said in Fan Xueqing's ear, "Your boyfriend is so handsome! Not only is he rich, but he is also so powerful." Did he learn kung fu?"

Fan Xueqing looked at Zeng Cheng, and then at the female classmate who was obviously a nymphomaniac, and snorted: "What handsome is handsome? That's called cool!C-O-O-L, COOL! In addition, what kind of kung fu are you asking? Is kung fu in bed counted?"

"Damn!" the girl suddenly screamed in surprise, "I haven't seen you for four years, and our ice and snow fairy is also vulgar?!"

After Zeng Cheng came back, he poured two sips of draft beer, and then asked Fan Xueqing: "How is it, the effect is okay, right?"

Fan Xueqing's heart is not okay, but it is too shocking, it is estimated that among her classmates, it will be circulated for at least a while, saying that Fan Xueqing's boyfriend is a violent maniac, a person who tears a solid wooden chair with his bare hands, and a girl who does not have a heavy taste, it is estimated that he will not be able to cope with it.

"You can't keep a low profile, if it's just dancing in front of you, it's the best, why do you have to dismantle the chair and scare everyone!" Fan Xueqing said with some complaints.

The ballroom changed to a more soothing tune, which sounded a little lethargic, and everyone moved for a while, lazily retracting into their seats.

After a while, the outside door was pushed open a crack, and then a young man came in, harassing the people in the seat one by one, taking out a bag of things from his arms from time to time, handing them to the people in the seat, and then exchanging them for bills, and then looking for the next target with a smile.

"What is that person doing?" Fan Xueqing asked with some confusion when she saw the young man.

Although Zeng Cheng didn't know what that person did, he had always heard that these places always had some special services, of course, it was definitely impossible for pimping in this kind of dance hall, looking at that look, it should be a sales point shaking head or something like white noodles, so he said: "I guess it's a drug dealer." ”

Drug abuse is always prohibited, especially for those nouveau riche who have a little money, and they are even more happy to want to try all kinds of new things, in addition to playing with cars and women, playing with drugs is naturally unavoidable.

But the magic of this thing is too great, generally speaking, you can't quit if you get it, and there are many people who end up sucking it and going bankrupt.

Of course, there are also some people who become addicted to drugs, and automatically become drug dealers, and support themselves through the income from drug trafficking, thus forming a complete industrial chain.

While he was talking, the young man came over and asked, "Brother, are you skating?"

Fan Xueqing was about to open her mouth to refuse, Zeng Cheng stopped her, took out three hundred yuan and handed it to the young man, then took a small packet of white noodles from his hand, leaned over to his nose and sniffed it, and then nodded.

The young man got into business, turned around and went to the next target.

Fan Xueqing glanced at Zeng Cheng and said unhappily: "Why do you still buy his things? Drugs, both buyers and sellers will be held accountable!"

Of course, Fan Xueqing knows the harm of drugs, and every year there is always an anti-drug propaganda on campus, which is full of pictures and texts, and very detailed, especially when she sees the propaganda materials of those painful addicts who suffer from various incurable diseases because of drug abuse, Fan Xueqing feels chills all over her body. Therefore, Zeng Cheng bought the drugs in the hands of the young man, and she felt a little uneasy, could it be that he did this too?

"Just spend a little money and avoid trouble. Zeng Cheng said to Fan Xueqing.