Chapter 2064 Cross-Time Romance 8
Several underlings surrounded him, and the more they listened, the more they felt that their Dragon King had lost his mind.
Because of his irresponsibility, the Heavenly King Palace is no longer what it used to be; its financial resources are meager and simply insufficient to support them in resisting the Zhou family.
To be honest, they couldn't understand it either. If the Dragon King wanted to pursue his wife, why not just pursue her normally?
Why would someone dress up as a beggar and hide their identity to marry into another family?
Is this the legendary... Stockholm Syndrome?
The assistant in charge really didn't understand his intention to masochize himself, so he could only use his last bit of rationality to persuade him gently: "Brother Xiao, to be honest, I don't recommend you do this."
"Why?" Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, still speaking in a fluent mix of ancient and modern language that was unpleasant to listen to.
Assistant: "In short, if you confront Zhou Sijin now, it's like an egg hitting a rock—smack, you'll break."
Xiao Chen: "..."
He sat up straight, his legs aching, utterly bewildered: "No, all I want is for you to deliver a multi-billion dollar order, then curse him with 'Insulting the Dragon King, multi-billion dollar order void,' making him regret it and apologize to me. Is that so hard?"
"It's difficult," the assistant said with difficulty. "We haven't been able to come up with orders worth tens of billions for a long time."
"Many of the companies in the past were barely able to keep operating thanks to the Zhou family's financial support."
"Since you've been in Beijing all these years, why haven't you ever been involved in business? Where are we supposed to get orders worth billions now? Do you think money grows on trees?"
At this point, the assistant realized he had yelled at his boss, so he immediately frowned, suppressed his anger, and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, Brother Xiao, I misspoke."
"No! You're not wrong!" Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, still maintaining a righteous and aloof demeanor: "It's just that I haven't done enough over the years. A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. I will make it up to you first!"
assistant:? ? ?
As they were talking, Xiao Chen took out his phone, dialed a number labeled "Performance," and, like an emperor, ordered in a deep voice, "Today's banquet at Tingyun Hotel is canceled. You don't need to come."
After saying that, he dialed the chef's number again and said the same thing.
This was his punishment for Zhou Sijin's heartlessness.
He disappeared for a month to raise money to arrange Si Jin's birthday banquet.
He discussed the process with the planner and prepared a super ancient-style performance and a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, wanting to give Si Jin a surprise.
Only by making him happy can I borrow money to donate.
But now that Zhou Sijin is so ungrateful, then don't blame him for not being able to hold the banquet.
Xiao Chen let out a smug laugh and had his men lift him to the car window, waiting for night to fall so he could witness Si Jin's disgraceful behavior.
… …
Sure enough, as soon as the clock struck eight, the hotel started to get noisy.
The guests, who had been drinking all day, started to have stomach aches, but the entire banquet hall was eerily quiet, with no food being served and no entertainment being offered.
The only thing holding it together is the empty background music, which makes it seem both desolate and impolite.
Si Jin asked Xiao Yao and learned something even more speechless.
He wearily rubbed his temples, just about to spend his points to buy a [Wish Card] from the system shop, when he heard a shout from outside: "The vegetables are here—"
The voice was shrill, like the voice that shouts "The Emperor has arrived" every day.
Si Jin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of palace maids, eunuchs, musicians, and dancers who had appeared outside the door at some point.
They were all dressed in authentic traditional Chinese style, which perfectly matched the Chinese-style hotel "Tingyun".
The background music stopped, and the dancers, with their long sleeves flowing, performed a court dance that was considered "the most beautiful in history" a thousand years ago.
The food was served on golden plates and jade cups, one dish after another, and even the imperial chefs used classical Chinese to introduce the dishes.
It's as if it instantly transports you back a thousand years, creating a truly immersive atmosphere.
Si Jin paused for a moment, then relaxed and leaned back in her chair, her eyes crinkling with understanding.
Honestly, after watching Xiao Chen all day, I've completely forgotten about Xiao A Yuan.
He needs to look at his lover a few more times to cleanse his eyes.
The hotel was filled with exclamations of praise, which made Xiao Chen, who was peering out of the car window, almost grind his teeth to pieces.
What annoyed him even more was that some knowledgeable people among them were full of praise: "My God, this is the first time I've ever seen such a new antique! Using an antique to serve food? Isn't that such a waste?"
"No, no, Mr. Jin, did you have this copied? It looks so realistic. Even if it's fake, I'd still want to buy it."
Xiao Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he trembled, his face turning ashen with rage.
Why? He should be the center of attention. Kicking him and injuring him means we can't humiliate him with a billion-dollar order.
Why can't Zhou Sijin bear to suffer such a small matter?
He stared intently at the palace maids entering the room, wanting to see which one was so reckless as to dare ruin his plans.
The first thing you see is a man in a suit, exuding elegance.
He had waist-length hair, which seemed to have been styled before he arrived. Now, only a barely noticeable hair tie held it loosely behind him, his dark hair swaying slightly, almost blending into the night.
He was beautiful, but his beauty was sharp. It didn't feel out of place at all; instead, it gave off a kind of domineering arrogance, subtly furrowed between his brows, making people dare not disrespect him.
For some reason, the moment Xiao Chen met that person's gaze, he became so frightened that he almost slid off his seat.
Who is that?
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