Zhang Cong turned his head and glared fiercely at Lin Zhiyu, "Get down!"
Lin Zhiyu pouted in annoyance, but seeing Zhang Cong's glance, she had no choice but to shut up and leave.
Before leaving, she glanced at Song Heng with her alluring and sexy eyes.
Zhang Cong lowered his head and cursed: "You bitch!"
He then turned to Song Heng, his face now displaying a fawning smile, "Eric, these beauties, what do you think... I should send them to the private room first?"
Eric's appearance at his banquet was something Eric never dreamed of; he himself had only seen him once before at a business conference in China.
Knowing that Eric was in Beijing, I sent an invitation to his assistant on a whim, and to my surprise, he actually came.
With his status, he couldn't even squeeze into the lowest echelons of the E Continent's elite circles, let alone come into contact with the top families in E Continent.
Eric's arrival might be his chance to break into the elite circles of E-Asia, and he certainly wouldn't let that opportunity slip by.
Many wealthy families are adept at playing games, especially top-tier wealthy families whose skills are so sophisticated that even they themselves are ashamed of themselves.
Whenever Zhang Cong thinks of those blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous women in E-Zone, he feels a sense of longing.
The man on the sofa remained silent for a long time, not even lifting his eyes.
Zhang Cong glared at the woman standing to the side, his voice fierce, "Hurry up and go serve her properly!"
The beautiful women, who were barely clothed, immediately understood and mustered their courage to walk towards Song Heng.
Song Heng has an incredibly handsome mixed-race face, and knowing they would be serving him today, the group happily followed him over.
Before they even got close, they were stunned by his aura that made him seem unapproachable.
Before he even got close, several women were stopped by his bodyguards.
A beautiful woman gazed at Song Heng with affectionate eyes and said coquettishly, "President Song...look at them."
After saying that, he didn't forget to glare at the bodyguard.
The bodyguard, who was inexplicably glared at, said: "You'll find out soon enough that we're the good guys."
The bodyguard turned around and asked Song Heng what he meant.
At this moment, Song Heng was lounging on the sofa, his black shirt collar slightly open, revealing glimpses of his muscles.
Seeing that Song Heng remained silent for a long time, the other women began to boldly whine, "President Song, we're all tired of standing..."
"Boss." A bodyguard's voice rang out, pulling Song Heng back to reality.
"Um?"
The bodyguards standing behind him exchanged glances, realizing that their boss wasn't looking at the beautiful women.
"Boss, look..." The bodyguard blocking the way looked at Song Heng with a troubled expression.
Song Heng frowned, not even glancing at the several aggressive women in front of him, and raised his hand to wave.
The bodyguard understood, pushed the women aside, and whispered, "Get out!"
Some of the men were unwilling to hand over such a handsome and wealthy man to someone else, and glared angrily at the bodyguard.
"President Song, a few of us sisters will accompany you to the lounge to relax." She didn't forget to throw a few flirty glances at Song Heng after saying that.
"Yes, Mr. Song, we've been standing here for quite a while. Shall I accompany you to the lounge?"
A woman with a full, rounded chest deliberately bent over, revealing a patch of white skin, and flirted with Song Heng.
Seeing that Song Heng didn't speak, Zhang Cong nervously rubbed his hands. "Eric, are these beauties not to your liking? I have others, I'll bring them to you right away."
"Mr. Zhang," Song Heng called out, stopping the person who was about to leave.
"Did I make your ladies uncomfortable?" It sounded like a question, but without any emotion.
Zhang Cong shuddered, feeling a chill run down his spine. "No, no, these guys are new and don't know any better. I'll find you new ones."
Zhang Cong didn't understand the meaning behind Song Heng's words.
“These people said they’ve been standing for a while and are a bit tired. How about we bring out some chairs for them to sit on?”
"Yes, yes, I'll handle it right away." He knew Eric's style of doing things to some extent; he usually didn't take action. Now he was giving him a chance to speak, saying it was to give him a warning.
Zhang Cong gestured to the servants to bring out a few chairs and place them behind the group, his eyes filled with malice. "You guys sit here until tomorrow. If anyone dares to get up, don't blame me for not warning you! Old Zhang, gag them!"
"Eric, what do you think of this solution?" Zhang Cong grinned so broadly his face was practically overflowing with fat.
Song Heng remained silent, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
The banquet officially began, and the center of the hall was bustling with people.
Zhang Cong arranged for the butler to preside over the opening ceremony, while he himself stood respectfully beside Song Heng.
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