But who knew that Du Yan was such an incompetent fool, he directly angered Dong Xiaolu.
When Dong Xiaolu asked Tian Jiahua for help registering the game company, she made it clear that Du Yan should not know about it.
Now that this kid has said it outright, isn't it obvious that Tian Jiahua told him?
Fearing that Dong Xiaolu would also take her anger out on her, Tian Jiahua was also furious with Du Yan, and her gaze unconsciously turned cold.
Zhenyu Network was originally founded by Tian Jiahua. Later, as his family gradually wanted him to take over the real estate business, he transferred the company to Du Yan, a playboy.
Fortunately, he left behind some capable subordinates; otherwise, given Du Yan's inconsistent work ethic, the company would have gone bankrupt long ago.
Seeing the atmosphere, Han Ming couldn't eat anymore, and Dong Xiaolu also lost interest in continuing, so they simply broke up the meal.
Han Ming found it amusing. From the moment he entered the private room until now, he hadn't uttered a single word; it had all been the two ladies clashing over a playboy.
The process was far less exciting than what's depicted on television.
However, even if I skip dinner, I still want to express my gratitude to Tian Jiajia.
"Jiajia, thank you for your hospitality, but I think it would be better if we ate by ourselves."
After saying that, he grabbed Dong Xiaolu and prepared to leave.
Tian Jiajia and Tian Jiahua were both anxious. Tian Jiahua kept trying to smooth things over, while Tian Jiajia was even more annoyed.
She looked at Dong Xiaolu's angry expression; her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
Dong Xiaolu glanced at Tian Jiajia, sighed, and said:
"Jiajia, let's go out and find somewhere else to eat."
Upon hearing this, Tian Jiajia's face lit up with joy. Ignoring her brother beside her, she ran straight towards Dong Xiaolu.
Tian Jiahua also wanted to come over, but Dong Xiaolu's next words made his heart sink to the bottom of the sea.
"Mr. Tian, you should stay here and entertain Mr. Du properly. We'll be leaving now."
After saying that, she took Han Ming's arm and left without looking back.
After leaving the restaurant, Tian Jiajia kept apologizing to Dong Xiaolu, saying that she had no idea her brother had also invited Du Yan, and that she had angered Sister Xiaolu, and that she deserved to die.
Dong Xiaolu wasn't angry with Tian Jiajia at all, and joked:
"Jiajia, stop talking nonsense. We're still hungry."
Tian Jiajia thought about it and agreed. She quickly rolled her big eyes and thought of a good place to go. She suggested going to another restaurant.
Anyway, she's a VIP, so she'll never be short of seats no matter when she goes.
Han Ming, on the other hand, felt that the restaurant's private room was too formal, and since there were only 5 people there, it didn't make much sense.
That private room was clearly meant to be a large round table for 20 people, but there were only about 8 people sitting there. What was the point? It was all about the grandeur.
Feeling bored, really bored, Han Ming thought it would be nice to find a street food stall to sit down and have a meal, so he suggested that they go eat at a street food stall.
Dong Xiaolu unconditionally agreed, and Zhao Lihua and Zhuang Yan had no objections either.
Tian Jiajia didn't quite agree with the suggestion. She had never eaten junk food since she was a child and was somewhat resistant to it.
But she couldn't refuse now. It was already good enough that Sister Xiaolu wasn't angry with her, so she had no choice but to listen to them and go find a roadside stall to eat.
Dong Xiaolu doesn't actually eat at street food stalls much, so she doesn't know where the stalls are.
After walking for a while without finding any trace of the food stall, the group decided to take a taxi to look for it.
The taxi driver was a know-it-all and quickly led the group to the food stall.
This food stall is quite large; the taxi driver explained that it used to be a food stall located around several residential areas.
Because of the dirty and chaotic environment, it is inconvenient for the government to manage.
Later, the city allocated some funds to bring these businesses together, creating economies of scale and making management easier.
Tian Jiajia felt a little better when she saw that the environment was quite clean.
Han Ming didn't care at all. These things are rare to eat, and they won't kill you, so why be so particular?
We found the best-hygienic food stall and sat down to order.
There were five people, and Han Ming ordered a table full of dishes. It was also the season for seafood, so naturally, he ordered a lot as well.
After ordering drinks and beer, Han Ming and Zhuang Yan clinked glasses and started drinking. A glass of ice-cold beer down his throat, and Han Ming felt instantly refreshed; he thought this was much better.
The feigned awkwardness in the private room of a restaurant is nothing compared to the unbridled enjoyment at a street food stall.
Dong Xiaolu and Tian Jiajia, the two ladies, ate quite elegantly. Tian Jiajia originally thought that what delicious food could be made at a street food stall? She guessed it was all garbage.
After a few bites, I found the food quite tasty, and since I was also a bit hungry, I stopped worrying about the junk food and happily ate while drinking my beverage.
Sitting around the table, it was impossible for the group not to chat. With Dong Xiaolu's help, Han Ming also had a few words with Tian Jiajia, which helped them get to know each other better.
Zhuang Yan, standing beside her, kept recounting anecdotes from his time in the army, which greatly interested Tian Jiajia and Zhao Lihua, who knew little about their son's military service.
Tian Jiajia kept pestering Zhuang Yan with questions, such as whether there was a war going on now, and whether they had to crawl through fire hoops or roll on knife tips during training.
They even asked Zhuang Yan if he had ever shot anyone, which caused several young men and women at the next table to stare at Han Ming's table, as if they had encountered gangsters, and they talked about knives, guns and cannons.
Strangely enough, Zhuang Yan spoke quite fluently and directly to Tian Jiajia, without making any jokes, and introduced her to her in a serious manner.
Seeing the boy's expression, Han Ming wondered to himself if Zhuang Yan had taken a liking to Tian Jiajia.
But even so, when it comes to family background, the two are completely mismatched. Just that morning, Tian Jiajia looked at them with such disdain.
Han Ming didn't expect Tian Jiajia to treat him like Dong Xiaolu did.
Thinking of Dong Xiaolu, Han Ming felt a sweet feeling mixed with bitterness.
Today he witnessed firsthand the aggressive nature of the wealthy. If a person has neither money nor power, there is nothing they can do but swallow their anger.
Thinking back to the scene just now, without Dong Xiaolu's strong support, he would have become the object of Du Yan and Tian Jiahua's ridicule.
How can we fight back? How can we slap them in the face?
Han Ming helplessly realized that he was now at a loss. How long could he withstand the pressure from the powerful and wealthy with just a strong sense of self-confidence?
Yes, I need these glasses that God gave me, and that magical printer. Only these can make me hold my head high and stop being looked down upon by others.
Han Ming made up his mind that the game's development needed to be accelerated. He would go to the computer mall first thing tomorrow morning to investigate the game server.
Hopefully, we can obtain some better server parameters. Once the game server is sorted out, and the company license is obtained, we can basically start operating the game.
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