Chapter 1029: Beaten Again

Ever since Song Zihui was transferred from Zhou Anqin's dormitory, Song Ziyi had also been blacklisted by the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

This guy could no longer enter the gate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Looking for his sister? Sure, the security guards would call Song Zihui out, but you absolutely could not enter.

Then, this guy found Zhao Hongxing and took out another 200,000 US dollars, wanting to donate it to the Central Academy of Fine Arts. But this time, the omnipotent Zhao Hongxing wasn't effective either. The 200,000 US dollars were refused; yes, refused. He gave it to them for free, but they didn't accept it.

He was furious, and Zhao Hongxing was even more furious. *I took out real money for you, and you motherfucker still don't want it; what do you want to do? My face doesn't matter, but you rejected a donation from a patriotic overseas Chinese—what does your Central Academy of Fine Arts mean? *

Just as Zhao Hongxing was about to go to the ministry to find connections and give the Central Academy of Fine Arts some trouble, the crisis for Coca-Cola appeared. The first quarter prize draw for Very Cola, with its explosive popularity, occupied the front pages of major newspapers across the country.

Provincial TV stations also reported it one after another, and even CCTV got involved. Seeing that the grand prizes like small cars, motorcycles, TVs, refrigerators, etc., were really being claimed, it instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the masses.

Because the common people saw that this activity was real, not a lie, and not a castle in the air. As long as you bought Very Cola, you definitely had a chance to win a grand prize.

Very Cola's sales suddenly began to grow explosively, and there was even a shortage of stock. In some small shops in the street alleys, you couldn't buy Very Cola at all.

As a result, Coca-Cola, which had just started to improve, saw its sales take a nosedive. And Pepsi didn't fare any better, with sales falling off a cliff.

This made Zhao Hongxing so angry he almost became impotent. Coca-Cola dropped to 2.5 yuan, and the prize-winning sales were also underway, with many promotional activities going on at the same time, but it was still being rubbed on the ground by Very Cola.

He was truly at his wit's end; he had thought of everything he could think of, and done everything he could do, but it was of no use. Perhaps if he dropped the price to 2 yuan, to the same price point as Very Cola and Pepsi, he might still have a chance to compete.

Therefore, he had been communicating with headquarters to drop the price to 2 yuan and participate in the "buy one get one free" activity.

But headquarters never gave an accurate answer, always saying they were studying it. Studying and studying, half a month passed.

During this period, Iced Black Tea, whose sales had been rising steadily, was also affected quite a bit, and its sales also began to fall.

This made Zhao Hongxing very happy, and his stifled mood suddenly brightened.

*You, Zhou Andong, didn't follow the rules, and finally you're reaping what you sowed. *

His mood improved, and he finally remembered Song Ziyi, and the two agreed to come to Wang Fujing Quanjude to eat roast duck.

During this period, Zhao Hongxing hadn't eaten well, drunk well, or slept well, and Song Ziyi was no different.

The plan had just unfolded when it was beaten to the ground with a stick.

Not to mention the 200,000 US dollars donated for nothing, he was also blacklisted.

They didn't scold you or hit you, but it was highly insulting and hurt his self-esteem too much.

Therefore, when he received Zhao Hongxing's call, he agreed immediately.

What he didn't expect was to run into Zhou Anqin here, which made him very happy.

"Who are you?" Zhou Anqin didn't give him any face: "Do we know each other?"

Everyone looked at Song Ziyi, and Yuan Zhe stood by Zhou Anqin's side vigilantly.

Seeing this, Zhou Anxue also stood on the other side of Zhou Anqin, looking at Song Ziyi with hostility.

Song Ziyi looked embarrassed and was just about to say something when he heard a car horn behind him.

"Beep beep beep..."

Everyone turned back to look, and four small cars drove over and stopped by the side of the road.

Zhou Banghua, Zhou Chengwen, and Yuan Xizhang got out of the first Mercedes-Benz, followed by the others.

Zhou Xiaoli hurriedly greeted Yuan Zhe and Zhou Anxue to go over and help Old Comrade Zhou out of the car and into the wheelchair.

Zhou Banghua laughed heartily and said: "Old Third, this is your little nephew, named Zhou Xiaoli."

Zhou Xiaoli held Zhou Chengwen's hand and said with great emotion: "I really didn't expect that you are actually my Third Uncle. When I received Dongzi's call a few days ago, I really couldn't believe it was true."

Zhou Chengwen patted Zhou Xiaoli's hand heavily: "This is fate; it's your grandmother blessing us, letting our Zhou family reunite."

Then, he introduced Yang Xiujie and a few children.

They stood by the roadside chatting happily and lively, and Song Ziyi stood to the side watching, his heart becoming active.

*These people should be Zhou Anqin's elders; I'll find an opportunity in a while to say hello and get to know them. *

*As long as I leave a good impression on Zhou Anqin's elders, the resistance will definitely be much smaller. *

This guy was fantasizing, and the smile on his face looked very lewd.

Just as he saw a good opportunity and was preparing to go up and strike up a conversation, a black shadow suddenly rushed over.

Immediately after, he felt a big foot kick him in the waist, and then he flew out.

"Plop!"

Song Ziyi fell heavily to the ground, and before he could react, that figure rode on top of him, and a flurry of old fists landed on his face.

It hit him until he saw stars, and his wails attracted everyone's attention.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard a familiar sharp shout.

"Stop!"

Song Ziyi felt the weight on his body lighten, tried hard to open his swollen eyes, and saw that figure moving its two short legs and disappearing from sight very quickly.

"Brother Ziyi, how are you?" Zhao Hongxing's big face appeared before Song Ziyi's eyes.

Song Ziyi opened his mouth to speak, but it pulled on the wound on his face, making him groan in pain.

Just then, arrogant laughter came from the side.

It was Yuan Zhe; the kid was bending over, looking down at Song Ziyi.

"If you have nothing to do, don't go around striking up conversations with girls; did someone beat your head until it farted?"

The kid shook his somewhat long hair, stood up straight, and said in a drawn-out tone.

"Stupid—cunt!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Immediately after, Zhou Anxue bent over and stood beside Song Ziyi.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I just said that someone like you must have provoked someone's little wife and been beaten up by her man."

Everyone was full of confusion; they knew who that figure was: why did he hit someone?

Plus Yuan Zhe and Zhou Anxue's behavior made them even more confused.

However, no one asked, and everyone chatted and laughed as they entered Quanjude.

Zhao Hongxing had been watching coldly from the sidelines, and only at this moment did he squat down and help Song Ziyi up.

"Brother Ziyi, those people just now should all be Zhou Andong's family members, right?"

He didn't know the others, but he knew Zhou Anqin, so he guessed it.

Song Ziyi nodded; one eye was already unable to open, and the other eye was half-open.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, and enduring the pain of the wound at the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth and said vaguely.

"Help me to the police station; I want to report it. I must catch that bastard."

Zhao Hongxing's eyes flickered: "Brother Ziyi, I think your plan to pursue Zhou Anqin should be changed; otherwise, it will be very difficult for you to succeed."