305: Chapter 305 This is what you call rude!

Hearing Jiang Ye's greeting, the noise in the private booth suddenly died down, and everyone turned to look.

Fang Wei was currently hugging that "pure young Girl," listening to her tragic story of how her "parents divorced, she grew up with her grandmother, and she was forced to work to save for her younger brother's tuition." He was listening so intently that his eyes were turning red.

Upon being called by Jiang Ye, he let out a boozy hiccup, gave the Girl a warm pat on the shoulder, and waved the crowd off.

"He's calling for me. You guys keep playing; I'll be right back."

After saying that, he stood up unsteadily and walked to the door. "What's up? I was just chatting with Xiao Yu about her family of origin. You have no idea, she's had it so hard. It makes my heart ache just hearing it..."

"..."

Seeing Fang Wei's "great love for humanity" look of compassion, Jiang Ye didn't have the patience for it. He grabbed his arm and pulled him to the entrance of the opposite booth.

Shi Wei was still standing there with a deep frown, looking at the returning Jiang Ye and the young man beside him who didn't look very bright and reeked of alcohol.

Jiang Ye curled his lip at her. "What are you standing there for? Move back a bit, don't get blood splattered on you."

Shi Wei frowned. Although she didn't understand why, she still took two steps back to create some distance.

Jiang Ye positioned Fang Wei at the entrance of the other booth like a stage prop, pointed inside, and said in a heavy tone:

"Xiao Wei, see that? The three people inside teamed up to bully me! Your Brother Ye is limited by my high moral standards and a lack of vocabulary—I really couldn't out-curse them! I'm entrusting this difficult task to you!"

Fang Wei was stunned by his words. With bleary, drunken eyes, he first looked at the cold and elegant Shi Wei next to them and muttered under his breath:

"I was wondering why the hell you kept running out. Turns out you ordered another Grade A... this chick must start at 2,000, right?"

As he spoke, he scratched his head and turned to Jiang Ye with a face full of confusion:

"Wait... even someone as lacking in manners as you couldn't out-curse them? Is their family tree that large?"

He curiously craned his neck to peek into the booth and was instantly amused.

"Oho! Two guys ordered four hostesses? Oh boy, they even fucking ordered a male one? Fair-skinned and clean-cut... you guys sure know how to play!"

"..."

Jiang Ye watched as the faces of Shi Wei and the three men in the room darkened simultaneously at a speed visible to the naked eye. He nodded inwardly with great satisfaction.

Look at that!

What do you call a natural talent! What do you call being born for this!

This is what it truly means to lack manners! It's truly something our generation can only hope to achieve!

Inside the booth, Manager Gao's face was ugly as he glanced at Shi Wei, his tone sarcastic.

"President Shi, is this kid the one you called? You think finding a couple of hoodlums to come over and say a few disgusting things will win you the round? Heh, ridiculous!"

Fang Wei smacked his lips.

Although he had drunk a lot, the basic logic in his brain was still there.

He knew his own brother. Although Jiang Ye was eccentric, he definitely wasn't the type to actively pick a fight.

Since he said he was being bullied, it was eighty percent likely the other party had been a smart-ass first.

Looking at the three men on the other side compared to the eight brothers on his side.

Most importantly, Jiang Ye was the big boss paying with cold hard cash today. He had only come here to foot the bill for the boast Fang Wei had made yesterday.

With these three points connected, Fang Wei's drunkenness instantly transformed into a raging fighting spirit!

He suddenly put his hands on his hips, glared, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth for a storm of output:

"I'll fuck your %...&()&()...**%!!! ()&()&...()*()& you stupid piece of shit! Did your mother raise the placenta instead of the baby when she gave birth to you? Look at you, you look like a QR code—if I don't scan you, I'd fucking think someone pissed right there! Dressed all fancy, yet you order a male host and pretend to be some goddamn social elite? You..."

The words landed like a thunderclap on level ground.

Shi Wei was shaken by this sudden, highly piercing "friendly greeting," causing her to stumble back two steps, her face filled with shock.

As for the three men in the booth, their faces turned green instantly. Especially the younger one, Yi Chuan; he pointed a finger at Fang Wei, trembling with rage.

As members of the social middle class and "successful people" in the eyes of the public, scheming and being passive-aggressive were common occurrences, but for many years...

No, they had never in their lives heard such primitive, crude, and life-filled street-cursing in person.

The impact was comparable to a psychological nuclear explosion.

Jiang Ye nodded in satisfaction and reached out to pull back Fang Wei, whose chest was still heaving as he gathered his breath, brewing the next wave of even more violent output.

"Alright, alright, Xiao Wei. A few curses are enough; the point has been made. Any more and people will start thinking we're just padding the word count."

As he spoke, Jiang Ye took a step forward to the booth door and spread his hands to those inside.

"See that? This! Is what you call a lack of manners! Alright, you guys can go back to your internal conflict. I'm going to go back to watching the drama."

After saying that, he pulled the unsatisfied Fang Wei back to their own booth door and casually took a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, stuffing them into Fang Wei's hand.

The three people in the booth took a full ten seconds to recover from that "linguistic storm."

Manager Gao slammed his hand onto the coffee table, making the wine glasses on it rattle.

"Goddammit, Shi Wei!"

He stood up in a rage and rushed out of the booth with the other two. Ignoring Jiang Ye and Fang Wei who were cracking melon seeds nearby, he turned his spearhead toward Shi Wei again, gritting his teeth.

"Shi Wei! This is your tactic? Calling over two little punks to be disgusting? Fine! This isn't over! I'm going back to tell my brother. Just wait for the company to deal with you!"

Shi Wei frowned and calmly began to explain. "These two, I..."

"Pah!"

Just as she opened her mouth, Fang Wei, who had just cracked a melon seed with a 'crunch,' spat the shell onto the ground and looked at Manager Gao sideways.

"Who the fuck are you calling a little punk? Also, since when can you scold Brother Ye's Girl?"

"???"

Shi Wei's voice faltered, and she frowned at Fang Wei. "Sir, please don't talk nonsense, I..."

Fang Wei waved his hand dismissively with an "I get it, I get it all" look. "Don't worry, Girl. For these four hours, you just stay safely by Brother Ye's side. This old bastard can't do anything to you. Relax!"

Manager Gao's forehead veins throbbed with anger. He pointed a trembling finger at Fang Wei. "You... you little punk! Who are you calling an old bastard?!"

Fang Wei grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. "You already fucking identified with the description, and you're asking me?"

"Goddammit!"

The young man named Yi Chuan was, after all, young and hot-headed. He couldn't help but take a step forward, his eyes fierce. "You're looking for a beating, aren't you?"