Chapter 987

Zhou Anlei had been awake for a long time, thinking Zhou Andong would come to call him for dinner, so he had been waiting.

"Why did you just get up, I'm almost starving to death. Let's go, why are you still coming in, let's go eat."

Zhou Anlei stood at the door, watching Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu enter the room, and then sat on the sofa.

"No, what do you mean?"

Zhou Andong crossed his legs and lit a cigarette: "We are not hungry, we don't want to eat in the morning."

Jian Qiu's mouth twitched, and she turned her face to the side.

"Then... then what should I do?"

"Every day, besides eating, what else do you know?"

Zhou Andong looked like he was hating iron for not becoming steel.

"Can't you think of something serious? Think about how to walk the road in the future, what to do?"

"I..."

If this were before, Zhou Anlei would definitely have cursed. But facing Zhou Andong now, he was really guilty in his heart and under a lot of pressure, so how dare he talk back.

Especially the banquet last night, although he didn't know those people, he knew with his little brain what kind of big shots they were.

If it weren't for following Zhou Andong, he would never have had contact with these people in his life, let alone attend such a luxury banquet.

Especially seeing those big shots enthusiastically greeting Zhou Andong and chatting, he suddenly realized that the cousin who was only half a year younger than him was different from before.

"If you are hungry, go to the restaurant yourself." Zhou Andong picked up the ashtray and flicked the ash: "It's on the second floor, in the hall next to the banquet hall last night.

After eating, go get a haircut yourself, and I'll take you to buy clothes tonight."

"I... go by myself?" Zhou Anlei was a bit unwilling.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Andong looked at Zhou Anlei: "You're such a big person, are you afraid of getting lost?"

"Not afraid of getting lost." Zhou Anlei said his worry: "You Wenchang is a gangster, he was trapped by you, what if I am bumped into by his brothers?"

Zhou Andong sneered: "Just them, gangsters?"

"Hmm!" Zhou Anlei nodded: "These people are ruthless and can do anything."

Zhou Andong asked with a smile: "Do you know what a gangster is?"

"Of course I know." Zhou Anlei said as a matter of course: "Tattoos, shaved heads or dyed hair, wearing big gold chains... just like You Wenchang and the others."

"I tell you." Zhou Andong smoked: "Real gangsters wear suits and ties, live in luxury houses, and drive famous cars."

Zhou Anlei asked: "Then what are You Wenchang and the others?"

"They." Zhou Andong sneered: "They are idiots."

"Then I can't go get a haircut by myself." Zhou Anlei shook his head vigorously: "Better wait until you have time to take me."

Zhou Andong said dissatisfied: "You are even afraid of a bunch of idiots, can you still do it?"

Zhou Anlei said aggrieved: "Just like you said, real gangsters wear suits and ties, they must have some brains when doing things, but idiots don't use their brains when doing things. What if I bump into them and get beaten up, it's not worth it."

"Hahaha..."

Jian Qiu couldn't help laughing, bumped into Zhou Andong, who had a dark face, and teased.

"I think it makes a lot of sense, idiots don't use their brains when doing things, let's accompany him tonight."

Zhou Andong looked at Zhou Anlei, making the guy feel hairy in his heart, not daring to look at Zhou Andong, slowly lowering his head, as if he were a primary school student who did something wrong.

"Sigh!"

Zhou Andong sighed, stood up: "Time is almost up, let's go."

Zhou Anlei went to the second floor to eat by himself, and Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu went to the conference hall on the eighth floor.

Cao Li, dressed in professional attire, was already waiting at the door of the conference hall, and greeted Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu when she saw them.

"Chairman Zhou, Chairman Jian, please come in."

Cao Li made a gesture of invitation and led the way: "Factory Director Wu and President Zhang are already here."

"Brother!" At this time, Zhou Qianyi's shout came from behind.

Zhou Andong stopped and turned around, only to see a girl also dressed in professional attire, leading Third Man Man Laoyezi and Zhou Qianyi into the conference hall.

"Sister-in-law!" Zhou Qianyi called enthusiastically.

"Let's go together." Zhou Andong said: "Third Man Man Laoyezi, how did you sleep last night?"

Old Mr. Zhou said energetically: "Very well, I don't know how many years it has been since I slept so comfortably."

Zhou Qianyi smiled and said: "Got up after six o'clock, went out and wandered for more than an hour."

This conference hall is not big, can accommodate about two hundred people, and many people have already come inside at this time.

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu's seats were in the front row on the left, and the few sitting in the middle were all famous rich men in Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan at this time.

"Old Mr. Zhou, this is your and Miss Zhou's seat."

Old Mr. Zhou was of course sitting in the middle, and after saying a word to Zhou Andong, he sat down.

Zhou Andong glanced at the few sitting in the middle, and then smiled and nodded.

Others responded kindly, among whom there was a guy, about forty years old, who just lifted his eyelids, and then talked to a middle-aged man next to him in a low voice.

Zhou Andong smiled, looked at the table card on the table, these rich men, he actually only knew one, and that was the guy who lifted his eyelids at him.

The reason he knew him was because this guy was very arrogant and was a typical person who ate Chinese food and smashed Chinese pots. He donated 150 million US dollars to Harvard at one time, and threatened not to donate a penny to China.

And in a speech, he publicly stated that he was ashamed to be Chinese, which aroused the resentment of the people. Zhou Andong, like thousands of angry youths, also whipped this guy's corpse on the Internet for several days.

However, this kind of attack on the Internet had no effect on this guy at all. People still made money in China, and even publicly mocked angry youths like Zhou Andong.

Wu Hongkang was also in the front row, after all, he was the factory director of an old state-owned factory, his status was there, and he was next to Zhou Andong.

As for Zhang Shenghui, he was in the second row. Qin Chi's momentum was indeed very fierce, but Qin Chi's volume was still a bit insufficient.

In such a conference hall, strength and status are equal. If you have strength, you will have status, and naturally you will sit in front, not sorted by surname letters.

"Chairman Zhou!" Wu Hongkang greeted: "Here!"

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu walked over and sat down, then looked back at Zhang Shenghui, who was a bit far away, and waved his hand.

Wu Hongkang tilted his head and whispered to Zhou Andong: "Know Zhuo Qihua?"

"Heard of him." Zhou Andong nodded.

Zhuo Qihua is the guy who eats Chinese food and smashes Chinese pots.

Wu Hongkang's voice lowered a lot: "I heard that a university found Zhuo Qihua for money yesterday. I don't know what was said specifically, but it was very unhappy."

Zhou Andong asked curiously: "Why did you find him, didn't you find anyone else?"

Wu Hongkang shook his head: "I don't know if I found others, but Zhuo Qihua is a famous philanthropist, donating money to foreign universities every year, I guess it's because of this that I found the door."