Chapter 509

The extravagance of the wealthy in Jingcheng is fully displayed in the Red Mansion Club.

The chandeliers on the ceiling are all gold-inlaid, and the floor shines like a mirror. The food is all self-serve, with giant king crab legs posed on ice sculptures, and every piece of tableware is high-end custom-made.

Here, a single swipe of a black card runs into seven figures.

Every day who knows how many outside girls want to come here to flaunt their sexiness and latch onto rich guys; but today, not a single beautiful woman can be seen, because Xu Jijun bought out the venue.

When Lin Dongfan entered the dining hall, he saw only two people.

One was Yang Qing holding a plate and eating crab sticks as if he had never eaten seafood in his life; the other was Xu Jijun taking ugly photos of Yang Qing, laughing like a petty thief.

Lin Dongfan looked around, confirmed he wasn't mistaken, and indeed the only two improper creatures present were these two.

"A class reunion, just the three of us?"

Lin Dongfan looked puzzled at Xu Jijun.

Xu Jijun turned the camera, aimed at Lin Dongfan's bewildered face: "How do you address someone? The two most famous women in our class back then: Qiu Ruonan, whom you sent to prison; and Liu Qingmei, I heard she was also arrested, apparently thanks to you. Tell me, which female classmate would dare approach you now?"

This exactly proves that Zhuangbi Fan stays away from women.

Yang Qing spoke solemnly, his mouth never stopping, slurping up the crab stick, then picking up a glass of champagne and taking a gulp, far more enjoyable than eating cafeteria food at work.

Xu Jijun laughed and retorted at Yang Qing: "He stays away from women? That's outright lying against his conscience; you really treat him as your future father-in-law? Watch out—his daughter might look down on your son."

"I'm not worried about this at all; I'm working hard to have a daughter so I can someday seduce his son."

When it comes to having a daughter, Yang Qing has indeed been working hard, plowing the fields like an ox. His wife, Xu Yue, Teacher Xu, has been scared by him to the point of wanting to sleep in separate rooms.

Lin Dongfan lifted his champagne glass, laughed heartily, and clinked glasses with Yang Qing: "Come, let's drink to us staying away from women."

"I really haven't had a full-body spa in ages, damn!"

Lin Dongfan's "gan" was pronounced in the first tone, Yang Qing's "gan" in the fourth tone, spoken with clear, resonant, and forceful articulation.

This guy truly possesses an inexhaustible ox-like vigor; when the cups clinked, the liquor sloshed out.

Xu Jijun chuckled, using his camera to capture this lascivious scene: "If you really can't resist loneliness, I can call over a few fresh models—just fear you wouldn't dare to go for them."

"I came here today intending to show off in the class group, but the turnout is this dismal." Lin Dongfan tipped his head back and took a sip of champagne.

Yang Qing continued: "Decent people don't play with fresh models; I like a considerate and faithful beauty, like my wife, Teacher Xu."

"Right, decent people don't play with fresh models? I also like teachers, like Teacher Cang."

As Lin Dongfan's words fell, Xu Jijun, laughing so hard he couldn't close his mouth, already raised his thumb and instantly recalled the happy times when the three of them hid in the dormitory to watch videos.

Time really is a butcher's knife.

Now Teacher Cang has semi-retired, rarely releasing new works, and the youthful figure from back then has grown into a domineering middle-aged man.

Xu Jijun set down his camera, raised his glass, and clinked with Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing: "It's been years since graduation; actually, those people hold a class reunion every year. They simply didn't invite us—that's all. So we don't need to invite them this time either; it would be pointless."

"Damn, are we really this unwelcome?"

Yang Qing eyed Lin and Xu suspiciously: "Is it that your status is too low, dragging me down? Or is it that your status is too low, having dragged me down?"

Xu Jijun laughed: "They don't invite me to their gatherings because I've refused them before; they think I'm too high and mighty for them, unwilling to warm up to my cold backside."

Saying this, Xu Jijun shifted his gaze to Lin Dongfan.

He continued: "They don't invite Zhuangbi Fan for complex reasons. Some still hold a stereotypical image of him as a background-less, penniless loser. Others bear a grudge over the Qiu Ruonan incident, believing Zhuangbi Fan, a petty man who got lucky, will seize any chance to strike back for revenge."

"Has my image just collapsed like this?" Lin Dongfan felt a bit dazed.

Xu Jijun chuckled humorously: "Wanting to turn the tide is simple—just flash your red family tree in the class group, and someone will immediately pop up to fawn over you."

"Bullshit—after dealing with Qiu Ruonan back then, Zhuangbi Fan and I were kicked out of the class group." Yang Qing said: "Now we can't even find the organization."

"So..." Xu Jijun laughed: "The one dragging you down isn't me; messing with Qiu Ruonan was your two's masterpiece—you guys have heavy tastes, I had no part in it."

Hearing this, Lin Dongfan smiled without speaking.

Back then…

The big slut sister Qiu Ruonan, convicted of bribery, falsifying evidence, obstructing justice, etc., was sentenced to three years in prison; counting the days, she has now completed her term and been released.

Who knows where she is causing trouble now.

Lin Dongfan looked at Xu Jijun with a smile: "Back then you had no chance to join in, but it's not too late now. Are you interested in blacklisting her? So she won't pop up again and taint the judicial order."

"Exterminate them all?" Xu Jijun frowned slightly: "This… wouldn't it be a bit too harsh?"

Yang Qing said: "Is that even harsh? That slut sister only helps the rich with lawsuits, specializes in turning black and white, has no principles or bottom line—this is removing harm for the people."

Lin Dongfan nodded in deep agreement.

Seeing the two filled with righteous indignation, Xu Jijun smiled helplessly: "Alright, I'll blacklist her."

At this moment, Xu Jijun couldn't help but recall his own identity as G Xiansheng, which is also undoubtedly a role that disrupts judicial order; may this secret identity never be exposed.

Four years as classmates, and now the only people who can still gather for a drink are the two right before us.

Let's cherish it as we go.

Xu Jijun, filled with myriad feelings, clinked glasses with Lin Dongfan and Yang Qing.

He then tentatively asked with a smile: "You're in politics, I'm in business—if one day I get into trouble, will you treat me like Qiu Ruonan and take me down?"

"Old Xu, your words sting a bit; I refuse to answer this hypothetical question." Yang Qing tipped his head back and gulped down his drink, clearly not wanting to answer the question.

Lin Dongfan laughed: "You and the big slut sister Qiu Ruonan aren't on the same path; this hypothesis doesn't hold."

"Fine, this question is indeed low-quality."

Xu Jijun wore a smile on the surface, but inside he felt a chill, imagining that if his G Xiansheng identity were ever exposed, these two buddies would likely be the sort to strike first and show no mercy.

Especially Lin Dongfan—this buddy once gave Yang Qing five hundred thousand yuan in poverty-relief funds.

Back then, his reason for doing that was simply his worry that Yang Qing, due to poverty, might lose control of his hands and get involved in graft and corruption!

He didn't want to personally arrest Yang Qing, so he took preventive measures, spending heavily to foster integrity.

The effect was also plain to see.

Over these years, Yang Qing has become increasingly upright—he can even say he'll quit the full-body spa and just stop; he's wholly focused on work and family, advancing as fast as if riding a rocket.

It's quite evident that Yang Qing and Lin Dongfan are now on the same wavelength, with perfect understanding.

In comparison.

I actually seem more like an outsider.

Even those from prominent, influential families still cannot fit into their circle.

Thinking of this, Xu Jijun let out another silent sigh, feeling only helpless; soldiers and bandits are ultimately not of the same world—one must still guard against them! If stabbed in the back by a brother, it would indeed be really awkward.