176: Chapter 176 I don't recognize you

As soon as General Manager Huang Zhiqiang said this, the atmosphere in the hallway changed.

The smile on Wang Chao's face froze.

He followed General Manager Huang Zhiqiang's gaze, looking at the young man with two beautiful women on his arms, and then looked at Zhang Wei.

Only then did Wang Chao realize, in hindsight, that the expression on his nephew's face was not the excitement of seeing an idol.

Zhang Wei was looking down, his eyes darting around, his legs trembling; he looked exactly like a guilty criminal caught in the act.

Dozens of eyes in the hallway fell simultaneously on the faces of Zhang Wei, Lin Xiaoya, and Zhao Qian.

Zhang Wei opened his mouth, and a dry, rasping sound came from his throat.

He wanted to take the opportunity to call out "Junior Brother" to build a connection and gloss over the conflict that had just occurred outside the door.

But those three words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get them out no matter what.

Lin Xiaoya stood in the back, her hands gripping the hem of her coat tightly.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, but she couldn't feel the pain.

She stared fixedly at Chen Hao's familiar yet strange face, her heart filled with regret and nervousness.

How she wished Chen Hao would speak up at this moment and tell everyone that she was his girlfriend.

Even if Chen Hao just said, "This is my ex-girlfriend."

Chen Hao's gaze was as calm as water.

His eyes swept over Zhang Wei's face, slid past Zhao Qian, and finally lingered for half a second on Lin Xiaoya's expectant face.

Chen Hao turned his head slightly, looked at General Manager Huang Zhiqiang, and spoke in an indifferent voice.

"I don't know them."

Chen Hao paused for a moment and continued.

"General Manager Huang, you let any Tom, Dick, or Harry into the backstage area. Your security is too lax."

General Manager Huang Zhiqiang felt his scalp tingle, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He clearly felt that Chen Hao must be angry.

General Manager Huang Zhiqiang was furious.

He turned his head and roared at the surrounding security guards.

"Security! What are you all doing?!

What kind of bullsh*t sponsor is this?

Does being a sponsor mean you can ignore the rules and barge into the backstage area?

Get them out of here, now!"

General Manager Huang Zhiqiang pointed at Wang Chao's nose and scolded him mercilessly.

"Starting from tomorrow, all subsequent cooperation between Gunshi Records and your Jingdu Beer is cancelled!

Don't bother me again!"

When Wang Chao heard this, he was terrified.

There was a whole series of celebration banquets and promotional activities following the concert, all of which were signed in the contract.

The cancellation of the cooperation was a small matter; at most, both sides would bicker over breach-of-contract penalties.

What was truly fatal was that he had inexplicably offended this big shot beside General Manager Huang Zhiqiang, whose background he couldn't even fathom.

A young man who could make General Manager Huang Zhiqiang treat him like an ancestor must have a heaven-reaching background.

If the other party held a grudge and just casually said a word to the top brass of the Jingdu Beer group, his position as the marketing manager would be stripped away by tomorrow.

In the Jingdu area, he had seen too many people get crushed like bugs for offending the wrong person.

Wang Chao worked in marketing, rolling around in crowds every day; he was a shrewd person.

He looked at General Manager Huang Zhiqiang's furious face, then at Zhang Wei's guilty and fearful look.

He understood where the problem lay.

It was definitely his blind nephew who had offended this young big shot outside.

Fear turned into uncontrollable rage.

Wang Chao turned around and raised his right hand.

With a backhand, he slapped a loud, heavy slap across Zhang Wei's face.

Zhang Wei was struck until he staggered, half his face quickly swelling up.

"You scoundrel!"

Wang Chao pointed at Zhang Wei and cursed.

"What on earth did you do to dare offend a distinguished guest?

Get out of here, now!"

Chen Hao didn't look at them again and continued walking forward.

With several security guards pushing and clearing the way, the group marched forward imposingly.

Chen Hao brushed past Lin Xiaoya.

A scent of expensive perfume wafted over Lin Xiaoya's cheek.

Chen Hao's dismissive comment about "Tom, Dick, or Harry" was even more devastating to her than if he had pointed at her nose and cursed her.

She had always thought of herself as Chen Hao's "white moonlight," the goddess he couldn't attain.

But in Chen Hao's eyes, she didn't even qualify to be scolded anymore.

Luo Wenwei and Ren Jingru followed closely by Chen Hao's side; they didn't even lift their eyelids as they passed Lin Xiaoya.

The elegant temperament exuded by these two female stars, and the extremely respectful, fawning attitude they showed toward Chen Hao, completely shattered Lin Xiaoya's pitiful self-esteem into powder.

Chen Hao's group walked out of the passageway and got into the black business cars parked outside.

The car doors closed, and the motorcade slowly started, driving into the night.

The fans in the hallway had mostly dispersed as well.

Zhang Wei, Lin Xiaoya, and Zhao Qian were driven out of the Jingdu Stadium in a disheveled and miserable state by the security guards.

The cold wind of early winter, mixed with fallen leaves, blew mercilessly against them.

Zhang Wei held his swollen cheek and walked at the very front.

He had been slapped hard by Wang Chao in front of two girls, and he didn't even dare to make a sound.

The rich second-generation image he had painstakingly cultivated at school, the connections he was so proud of, had become a huge joke tonight.

His pride, which he used to put on airs, was scattered on the ground, impossible to pick up.

The capital chain of the Zhang family supermarket now relied entirely on the payment terms of Jingdu Beer and several other best-selling products.

If he offended Wang Chao and caused the suppliers to cut off goods or come to collect debts, his father would definitely break his legs.

He wasn't just losing face now; he was afraid of implicating his family into bankruptcy.

He walked toward the parking lot in silence, head down.

Lin Xiaoya followed behind, the cold wind blowing through her woolen coat.

Her eye sockets began to turn red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn't know what she was feeling right now.

Was she feeling regret for the embarrassment of being ignored in public in the hallway just now?

Or was she heartbroken because she had personally given up the biggest catch she might ever encounter in her life?

Scenes from the past surfaced in her mind uncontrollably.

Chen Hao queuing up every morning to buy her favorite breakfast, holding an umbrella to wait for her downstairs at the dorm on rainy days.

Compared to Chen Hao walking by stylishly just now, surrounded by two beautiful women and the focus of everyone's attention.

One was a poor boy who couldn't even afford Pizza Hut, and the other was a big shot in the entertainment industry.

This sharp contrast made her green with envy.

If she hadn't proposed breaking up back then.

If she had given Chen Hao a little more patience.

Would that focal point of attention just now have been her share?

Would those high-and-mighty big stars and big bosses also be surrounding her, chatting and laughing with her, treating her like a princess?

Lin Xiaoya bit her lower lip, and the tears finally couldn't be held back, sliding down her cold cheeks.

Zhao Qian walked at the very back, her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, her heart filled with complex emotions.

She looked at Zhang Wei, who was walking in front like a stray dog.

A few days ago, she still thought Zhang Wei was a perfect rich second-generation, with money and power at home.

Now it seemed that in front of Chen Hao, Zhang Wei wasn't even as good as a lackey who carried his shoes.

She cursed Chen Hao frantically in her heart.

If you were a rich second-generation, why didn't you say so earlier?!

Why were you pretending to be a poor student working through school!

If you had revealed this heaven-reaching status earlier, how could I have instigated Xiaoya to break up with you in the dorm every day?

I would have definitely helped you fetch hot water and buy breakfast every day, treating you like an ancestor.

Even if Xiaoya broke up with you.

I would have thrown myself at you. Even if I had no name or status as a mistress, it would still be ten thousand times better than following this piece of trash, Zhang Wei, right now.