The last time Chen Qingzhi showed this expression, Suzhou was earth-shaking all night!

Wang Fengyue took off the waiter's sign: "I'll say one last thing, or not to leave?"

But the friends were excited: "Fengyue, stop talking, there is a good show."

"The most domineering young master Jiang among the Fourth Master of Jinling is here, that guy is going to be in trouble."

Jiang Shao, the young owner of Jinling Jiashan Real Estate, has never shortage of beauties around him, and there are even more friends. At this time, he and a group of people directly occupied the table: "You, change the place, we will sit at this table."

Chen Qingzhi ignored him and sat still without moving.

"Who is this guy?" Jiang Shao knew that all the people who came tonight were Haogui, so he didn't dare to get angry directly.

At this time, a white and rich girl from Jinling University came over excitedly, holding a small notebook: "Uncle from the school garbage station! Can you sign a name for me?"

Chen Qingzhi shook his head.

Bai Fumei was not angry, but was still laughing: "Uncle, you are a legend in our school. In this selection of storm figures, our department is helping you can vote."

Chen Qingzhi frowned: "Bored!"

Several white, rich and beautiful admirers over there were angry: "What did you say? Try saying it again."

Bai Fumei became more and more excited: "It's so cool, it's true that it's like the legendary figure, like a sweeping monk."

Chen Qingzhi was a little helpless, got up and took the notebook and signed it casually.

The rich and beautiful woman said thank you repeatedly and left with satisfaction.

Seeing now, Jiang Shao finally burst into laughter: "My grass, the Zhu family in Jinling actually hired a garbage worker at such a great banquet?"

"It seems that people who pick up garbage in college are a bit famous."

Jiang Shao was extremely disdainful and took out his LV wallet, pinched out a stack of banknotes and smashed it on the table: "I'll give you my reward, get out immediately if you hold it!"

He turned around and shouted, "Where is the fucking waiter? Are everyone dead? Hurry up and change the chair that I have sat on when I picked up rags!"

Wang Fengyue's group of part-time waiters all frowned. They were not happy now. They felt that this young master Jiang was too incompetent and too much.

The banknotes spread out loud on the table.

Chen Qingzhi has lost interest in punishing such playboys with too low IQ.

He is really in a bad mood.

He got up and walked towards the other tables.

"You should also sit on this table if you pick up rags?" A fat man at the table waved angrily.

Chen Qingzhi shook his head and turned to the second table.

"Sorry, I have to put my clothes on this chair." A noble lady covered her nose with a small handkerchief and waved impatiently: "You can change the table."

At the third table, two wealthy bodyguards stood up and stopped him: "Look at you like that, there is a smell on your clothes, hurry up and go away."

At the fourth table, a group of elites from the financial industry in Jinling frowned, and some people laughed: "There are many plastic bottles behind you who pick up rags, why don't you hurry up and rush to scoop?"

The elites at the table all bowed their heads and smiled secretly, and they had to maintain the reserve of someone with status.

Chen Qingzhi walked silently towards the fifth table.

Bai Fumei on the table immediately pulled open the chair and waved: "Uncle, sit here!"

The Jinling socialites at this table were all anxious: "Luo Jiaqi, you are crazy. How can we, a group of girls, let a garbage picker sit next to you!"

The rich and beautiful woman curled her lips: "What's wrong? You are all ladies from a family, so you dislike them?"

Several celebrities sneered together: "Luo Jiaqi, your father is just a local bully who runs a coal mine. So do you. Don't think that nouveau riche can become a real celebrity like us!"

They stood up angrily and asked to change the table.

Now, Chen Qingzhi and this rich and rich beauty Luo Jiaqi have become a laughing stock in the audience.

Wang Fengyue came over silently, wiped the table again, and changed to the tea bowl.

Luo Jiaqi held her cheek, smiled happily, and her tone changed: "I sat with these little bitches who pretended to behave, and I was so annoyed. They said that my dad was a coal miner, hum, a group of idiots, my dad is a famous geological expert."

Chen Qingzhi sniffed tea gently: "Experts are not something that ordinary people can praise."

Luo Jiaqi immediately took out her cell phone and found an old photo: "If you don't believe it, you can see it. This is a photo of the Chinese geological expert group back then. My father was only sixteen at that time and was already standing with these big guys."

Chen Qingzhi glanced at him and felt something interesting.

Originally, because of Zhu Mingyue's affairs, my gloomy mood was relieved a lot because of this kind girl.

Luo Jiaqi has a true temperament and doesn't care about the reputation of a lady from a family, white, rich and beautiful. She chatted with Chen Qingzhi, an old man who "picked up garbage", and her laughter was as crisp as a lark.

The group of rich second-generations in the field were disgusted and ridiculed from the bottom of their hearts.

However, the young man who occupied the table was attracted by Luo Jiaqi.

"This girl is pretty good. I haven't played this type of thing yet."
Chapter completed!