58: Chapter 58 Ah, women are all trouble.

Before the security guards could make a move, a voice drew everyone's attention to the entrance.

A middle-aged man, with slightly graying temples, hair combed meticulously, and dressed in a black suit.

"Steward Liu, why are you here?"

Seeing the person who arrived, President Nie Changqing was stunned.

Wasn't this the steward who served by his father's side?

Although he was a steward, he was a life-and-death friend of his father, and his capabilities were extremely strong; many Xialian projects were managed by Steward Liu.

However, immediately following that was a heart full of grievances and rage.

"Uncle Liu, this guy came here and, without saying a word, slapped me twice. You must seek justice for me..."

President Nie Changqing leaned close to Steward Liu and spoke in a low voice.

Slap!

Another slap. This time, even heavier.

President Nie Changqing was sent flying backwards.

"Uncle Liu, you..."

President Nie Changqing felt his worldview collapsing; having grown up this long, no one had ever laid a hand on him like this before.

Wang Xiuming was one thing, but why would Steward Liu do this too?

"This slap was given on behalf of your father."

"Get out of here now!"

Steward Liu's voice was low, and his lowered hand was even trembling slightly.

Get out?

President Nie Changqing couldn't believe his ears. This was clearly the home turf of Xialian, yet he was being told to get out?

How is this possible?

Why is it like this!

Before he could think, two men in black appeared beside him and directly hoisted President Nie Changqing up to drag him away.

Steward Liu scanned the room, and when his gaze passed over Wang Xiuming, he nodded slightly.

Immediately, he spoke loudly: "Just a minor interlude, everyone, please don't mind it. Eat well and have fun."

A minor interlude?

You call this thing a minor interlude?

This is the prince of Xialian!

The prince of Xialian was beaten at Xialian's own banquet!

Isn't this just rubbing Xialian into the ground?

And the person involved was now standing there as if nothing had happened.

Yet President Nie Changqing was dragged away like a dead dog!

Everyone felt their brains couldn't keep up.

What exactly was going on?

What had happened?

Soothing music slowly began to play, and the crowd dispersed.

But their eyes kept drifting involuntarily toward the man sitting at the table, drinking Conti, and chatting happily with the girl opposite him.

What on earth was this guy's background?

Several billionaires stood there, actually looking at each other in silence.

They didn't know what to say.

Tonight's events had truly challenged their nerves.

"You are Wang Ping's son, Wang Xiuming, right?" Steward Liu walked up to Wang Xiuming and smiled.

Wang Xiuming nodded and said: "Hello, Uncle Liu."

He knew this person; he had known him since he was very young.

Steward Liu smiled with satisfaction. "Well done, but don't take some things too far."

"But don't worry, the older generation won't meddle blindly in the affairs of the young."

Steward Liu had a very good personal relationship with Wang Ping, no less than his relationship with the Chairman of Xialian.

Steward Liu came not only to take away President Nie Changqing and resolve this matter, but most importantly, to give Wang Xiuming a signal.

Go ahead and do it, there are people at the top backing you!

Wang Xiuming was in a great mood and smiled slightly at Steward Liu, "Understood, Uncle Liu."

Was the Power System given in vain?

He, Wang Xiuming, had shed blood for the Xia Kingdom and performed meritorious service for the Xia Kingdom!

Of course, he couldn't be wronged!

At the time, bringing up his father's name was entirely out of fear that the other side wouldn't know who Wang Xiuming was.

After all, this matter had been fully entrusted to his father.

Now it seemed the result of the negotiation was unexpectedly good.

This time, it could be considered a probe by Wang Xiuming into the attitude of the higher-ups.

After all, one still needed to be clear about certain things in their heart.

This concerned the future direction of Hongqi.

"Old Song, who is that young man?"

"How come that kid is getting so close to your daughter? Could it be your son-in-law?"

"No wonder people say Old Song has such a good eye!"

A group of old foxes quickly figured out Song Baimeng's identity and hurried over to Song Donghai to gather intelligence.

Wang Xiuming's identity seemed to be even deeper than they had imagined.

It was impossible for just Wang Ping to make the Chairman of Xialian, who was of equal status, bow his head.

Song Donghai felt like he was floating on air.

These bosses, some of whom even had a net worth higher than his own, now had to act subserviently in front of him.

All of this was because of Wang Xiuming!

"That is my future son-in-law!"

"How about it, my eye for talent is pretty good, right?"

"This kid has liked my daughter for a long time, but, it can't be too easy for him; he still needs to be tested!"

Song Donghai boasted directly.

He was worthy of being the son-in-law he had selected; he was both intelligent and brave!

The more he looked at this kid, the more he liked him!

Song Donghai thought to himself, as for his previous thoughts?

Don't ask, if you ask, it means he never thought of them!

Many bosses felt disdain in their hearts.

What was his status, and what was your daughter's status?

Still testing?

They were probably dying to throw themselves at him!

Of course, they still had to gather information.

Unfortunately, Song Donghai's mouth was very tight; he didn't say a single extra word.

"You really are worthy of being President Wang, simply amazing!"

Song Baimeng said with a sour look, though her eyes also carried a hint of lingering fear.

Just now, she had been so scared that her legs had gone soft.

She never expected that the usually calculating President Nie Changqing would end up like this.

What she expected even less was that Wang Xiuming would be so simple and brutal, directly resorting to violence.

At that moment, Song Baimeng had the urge to grab Wang Xiuming and run away immediately.

Fortunately, Wang Xiuming was an iron plate.

Too tough!

Wang Xiuming shrugged and smiled: "Average, average, world's second, I suppose."

"By the way, what was up with that guy?"

"Could it be that he is interested in you?"

Song Baimeng sighed softly and said: "This matter, it has to..."

Song Baimeng slowly explained the matter between the two of them.

Indeed, a beauty is a curse!

Wang Xiuming sighed to himself.

Otherwise, this guy President Nie Changqing wouldn't have been unable to withstand the provocation.

In the end, he was just too young.

"This time, you have offended Xialian thoroughly."

"It's possible they will use you to make an example of tomorrow!"

Song Baimeng said at the end, clearly worried about tomorrow's heavy industry competition.

Wang Xiuming smiled indifferently, "Use me to make an example?"

"Isn't that giving me free advertising?"

"I couldn't ask for more!"

As for Xialian Group, Wang Xiuming didn't care at all.

Heavy Industry Group, sooner or later, would fall at the feet of Hongqi Group!

Their machinery, compared to Hongqi, was simply weak!

Since Wang Xiuming had come here, it was to crush all the heavy industry groups!

Otherwise, what would be the point?

Song Baimeng laughed, picked up her wine glass, and took another sip.

She was very happy, perhaps because she was a little tipsy, or perhaps because she felt more relaxed in front of Wang Xiuming.