Chapter 617: A Gift for Meeting

The words Zheng Qian used to act pretentious were actually plagiarized from Aunt Fang.

Just as Chen Chou had said before, the phrase "Everything other than death is just a scratch" had also been written down in Zheng Qian's little notebook. Whenever he encountered a situation where he could show off, he would pull it out at a moment's notice. He had recited it repeatedly in his spare time, waiting for just this moment.

He greatly admired true scions of noble families like Aunt Fang.

Although she said that noble families and aristocrats valued things like eating and dressing above all else, she would not refuse the light meals at that cafe. In her words, as long as the shopkeeper put their heart into it, it was a flavor worth tasting.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

The man who had been cheated on had clearly lost his mind.

And the stylishly dressed girl completely shut her mouth.

Standing behind Zheng Qian, Duan Qiran frowned. Seeing the man becoming increasingly brazen, he was just about to make a move when a man in black walked over. This person didn't say much, but grabbed the man by the neck, causing the man to stiffen up instantly.

Looking at the man in black with uncertainty and fear, he wanted to say something, but his mouth couldn't move.

Immediately after, the man in black left, still holding the man by the neck.

The latter was like a marionette, without any chance to refuse, and walked straight out of the cafe.

"Miss, you can leave now. Since you did something wrong, you must be prepared to bear the consequences. We are all adults, not three-year-old children. Besides, I find you very annoying right now, can you leave?"

Zheng Qian said calmly.

The stylish girl bit her lip tightly, knowing that staying any longer would only be self-inflicted humiliation. Although she didn't understand how her husband had been taken out, she felt that these people seemed even more dangerous, so she quickly grabbed her bag and rushed out of the cafe.

"He is very strong. I didn't expect this person from the United States to actually be a Tai Chi expert."

Duan Qiran had been following Chen Chou for a while, and his judgment had improved.

In Chen Chou's words, it was the realm where "not even a feather can be added, and not even a fly can land." It wasn't anything mystical; simply put, it meant that his Tai Chi skills had truly reached a level of mastery, a state of highly sensitive skin-to-skin touch and breathing.

The higher the level, the lighter the contact, and the more sensitive the listening energy becomes.

Zheng Qian turned his head.

Sure enough, he saw that person there, Shang Yanxiong.

Sitting in the corner on the other side, Shang Yanxiong slightly raised his coffee cup and nodded at him with a smile.

After the man in black came in, Shang Yanxiong walked straight to Zheng Qian with him. His manners were very proper, and he smiled very gently and friendly, saying, "May I sit here?"

"Sit down. After all, this should be our first and only opportunity to have a friendly conversation."

Zheng Qian nodded slightly and lit a cigarette.

Shang Yanxiong did not make any comments about this.

He didn't even talk to Zheng Qian about the matters between them. He adjusted his tortoiseshell glasses and said softly, "This cafe does not allow anyone to run wild. The people just now were truly a mood killer. Do you know who opened this?"

"Or perhaps I should put it this way: from whom did you hear those words just now?"

Shang Yanxiong put on his glasses and stared intently into Zheng Qian's eyes.

He felt those words were all too familiar.

When he first met Zhu Faluo, she had said similar things and pointed out that Shang Yanxiong's attire was very deliberate. Although he looked like he was from a noble background, he didn't look like a scion of a traditional Kyushu family should.

"Who told me, what does that have to do with you?"

Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Zheng Qian looked at him calmly.

Shang Yanxiong was not angry.

"Because of well-known reasons in our country's history, classes were eliminated. Class doesn't just refer to landlords and capitalists, but also the traditional scholar-official class. What is propriety? What is breeding? What is the taste of a noble family?"

"It has long been untraceable, a cultural discontinuity, lost in the river of time."

"Therefore, one has to learn from the West, from the traditional Nanyang, from the old Chinese in the neighboring country... to learn from scratch, whether it is food, clothing, or upbringing, propriety, and taste."

Hearing this, Zheng Qian couldn't help but laugh.

His eyes were full of contempt, and he tapped the table lightly with his fingers, "But in you, I only see someone trying to paint a tiger but ending up with a dog. Perhaps you have learned the look of this outfit, but your behavior is the complete opposite of breeding."

"Shang Yanxiong, I didn't come to cause you trouble, yet you are the one making petty moves against me first."

"You claim to be a gentleman, yet you use nothing but low-class tactics."

"You say one thing to my face and do another behind my back. Just like how you are a lackey of the United States now; yellow skin on the outside, but a white heart on the inside. Isn't that the perfect image of a 'banana person'? What right do you, such a person, have to talk about propriety? What right do you have to talk to me about breeding? And what right do you have to talk to me about cultural discontinuity and learning the bullshit scholar-official class from scratch?"

"Do you think I've given you too much face?"

Zheng Qian took a deep drag of his cigarette, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

He had originally hoped that he could be like a true gentleman, but he quickly gave up on that. Especially seeing Shang Yanxiong's two-faced appearance made Zheng Qian feel heartfelt disgust, and he was ashamed to associate with such a person.

If so-called scions of noble families were all people like this, then he would rather be a nouveau riche for the rest of his life.

It must be said that Shang Yanxiong's ability to maintain his composure was indeed first-class.

He was not angry either, and did not interrupt Zheng Qian's aggressive verbal barrage, saying softly, "Those with different paths cannot make plans together. I will not force you to accept my philosophy; this is also a form of breeding. I respect the lifestyle you have chosen."

"I chose to sit over here simply because I was curious about where you heard the content of what you said earlier."

"But now... I think I can guess, it probably wasn't Zhu Faluo."

"Goodbye."

After speaking, Shang Yanxiong stood up and prepared to leave.

From the beginning to the end, the two of them did not talk about the "war" between them at all. Zheng Qian didn't mention it, and Shang Yanxiong felt it didn't matter. Perhaps to him, he truly felt that Zheng Qian was not an opponent worth taking seriously.

In his eyes, Zheng Qian was just a white glove with a bit more money.

He only thought that Zheng Qian was a person easily trapped by beauty, and that he could easily make Zheng Qian obsessed by relying on Lu Lingwei. Coupled with operations like equity transfers, he was confident that he could easily turn around and control the Qianlu Group, banks, and so on.

Although he was a bit surprised that he would appear here, it was of no consequence.

After Shang Yanxiong stood up, the moment he turned around, a sneer of contempt naturally appeared at the corner of his mouth. Having met Zheng Qian face-to-face, he felt that he seemed even less worth mentioning. How was he worthy of having so many good women?

In the future, I will train them all into...

"Stop."

However, before he could turn and take a step forward, the person behind him called him to stop.

Zheng Qian took the small briefcase that Duan Qiran had been holding, threw it in front of Shang Yanxiong, and grinned, "Brother, I came here specifically to find you today. You've made so many petty moves against me, I should at least give you a return gift."

Shang Yanxiong turned back, looking down from above, and glanced at the briefcase with indifference.

Suddenly... he noticed that a corner of the briefcase seemed to be stained with a dark red.

The man in black also realized something, so he immediately opened the briefcase.

Inside the briefcase, there was a hand.