Chapter Thirty-Seven: Uptown or Downtown

  "It's fine as long as you're not bullied, although it's hard to survive in this society, dignity is more important than anything else, especially your own dignity..." Zhao Xiwen trailed off.

  "Dignity? I may be a useless person, but this is all the dignity I have left. Anyone who tries to trample on my dignity will pay a heavy price."

  Zhao Xiwen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and he also saw a hint of cold-blooded killing intent in Zhang Yifei's eyes.

  Zhao Xiwen had been in a high position for a long time, and had experienced countless battles. The intent to kill was not something she was unfamiliar with, but the killing intent of Zhang Yifei made Zhao Xiwen feel a chill run down her spine.

  Only someone who has crawled out from a pile of dead people would have such piercing eyes, what has he been through?

  Zhao Xiwen felt a pang of heartache, she had once heard from Qi Tianyuan that Zhang Yifei had post-war PTSD, and at the time Zhao Xiwen thought Qi Tianyuan was just joking with her, but now it seemed what he said might be true.

  "It's really strange, talking to you makes me feel like we've met before. " Zhang Yifei lit another cigarette and gazed at the woman in front of him with a mixture of familiarity and strangeness.

  Zhao Xiwen covered her small mouth with her hand, and her eyes were so happy that they narrowed into a crescent moon: "It's really strange, I have this feeling too."

  The two of them chatted and laughed in the rest area, with a very lively atmosphere. However, Shao Ningdie and Han Xinyi's palms were already filled with sweat. If Zhang Yifei had just casually said something bad about Xuan Yi Group, then Xuan Yi Group would probably never be able to get on the big ship of Hua Yu again in this lifetime.

  In the rest area, Zhao Xiwen's beautiful eyes flowed and smiled: "Now you should go in, this can bring you a broad network of connections."

  Zhang Yifei took a look inside and sighed softly, saying: "They're all a bunch of scoundrels."

  Although Zhang Yifei didn't know what the upper class in his home country was like, he knew what it was like abroad. In a real upper-class society overseas, it's actually a noble and elegant lifestyle attitude that requires certain conditions to blend into every detail of life, but more importantly, it's an ideology and taste. The upper class abroad is quite strange, requiring both integration and individuality, mutual respect and dignity, as well as extraordinary aura. If one can truly handle this issue, then it means they have really integrated into the upper class.

  But now this so-called high society, Zhang Yifei really dislikes. Although everyone who comes here has a good status and lives a life of luxury, this is absolutely not an elegant party for the upper class. Because many people who come here are only rich in material terms, but spiritually extremely poor, which is what ordinary people call nouveau riche.

  Although Zhang Yifei is not a high-society person, in his eyes, the existence of these people is itself a great insult to the word 'high-society'.

  He dislikes those who pretend to be refined but are actually coarse, just as some coarse people like to pretend to be gods. He is not willing to associate with them.

  This is also the reason why Zhang Yifei sat alone in the rest area smoking.

  Zhao Xiwen's mouth curled up into a sincere smile, and she acknowledged what Zhang Yifei said. Indeed, inside were a group of people wearing noble clothes, but actually being lowly rascals pretending to be high-society individuals.

  "But they all have status and each of them is worth over 100 million."

  "Is what they call high society measured by wealth?" Zhang Yifei asked.

  If Zhao Xiewen measures it with money, then Zhang Yifei is also a high-society person. He has more money than her, the only difference lies in the elegance of his gestures and demeanor.

  Zhao Xiwen fell silent after hearing Zhang Yifei's words, and she didn't know how to answer Zhang Yifei's question either.

  This party looks like a big dye vat, with all sorts of people mixed together, and of course there are also talented people among them.

  "I'm going in, how about you?" Zhao Xiwen was now very curious about this brother of hers, as if he knew what the real high society was like. Moreover, from his tone and facial expression, it seemed that he had even participated in the real high society before.

  Zhao Xiwen couldn't understand how he had actually joined high society.

  "I don't want to go in." Zhang Yifei shook his head, it wasn't that he didn't want to go in but rather the inside wasn't suitable for him.

  "Aren't you afraid of your boss scolding you?"

  "What's there to be afraid of? I'm just here as a companion today." Zhang Yifei said nonchalantly.

  He immediately lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I was deceived into coming. Han Xinyi told me that the hostess today is a beauty, and I came to see the beauty. However, I haven't seen anyone for half a day, so I was deceived by Han Xinyi. This woman is too ugly to come out, and even if she were a beauty, with so many people waiting for her alone, I feel that she is somewhat unappreciative."

  Zhao Xiwen's face suddenly had a black line, and after messing around for half a day, Zhang Yifei actually didn't recognize her.

  Just then, Shao Ningdie hastily came over, and Zhang Yifei's expression began to look a bit lewd. Who knows what this shameless person would do next?

  "Director Zhao, sorry he's my employee." Seeing Zhao Xiwen's dark face, Shao Ningdie really wanted to go up and give Zhang Yifei a couple of slaps.

  "What did you call him?" Zhang Yifei's eyes widened, he knew that the host of today was surnamed Zhao, but what his name was he really didn't know, could it be this person in front of him?

  Zhao Xiwen gazed deeply at Zhang Yifei, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes.

  "I'm just the ugly woman in your mouth, the woman who doesn't dare to come out and see people, a woman with no manners."

  Shao Ningdie looked at Zhang Yifei in horror, what on earth did he just say? Shao Ningdie was on the verge of tears, this time they had thoroughly offended the Huayu Group.

  Zhang Yifei looked at Shao Ningdie's expression and knew that he had really made a big mistake today. Now Zhang Yifei really wanted to slap himself twice.

  Staring at Zhao Xiwen in horror, his mind was exploding, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth fell off unnoticed.

  This woman is too unreasonable, she didn't say who she was earlier, now I'm in a terrible situation.

  Deathly silence...

  For a long time...

  A sound like killing pigs wailed outside the hall.

  "Director Shao, I was wrong!"