Chapter 1071

Su Yang thought to himself: "Oh dear, what's going on?" He hadn't thought of actively provoking this Prince Wang, but unexpectedly the Prince Wang came to him voluntarily.

He lifted his head, gave a casual glance at the club manager who was dressed decently, and said: "Which Young Master Wang? I don't know him. If you have something to say, let him come to me to say it."

This was clearly not giving face; moreover, his voice was especially loud—at the very least, the few people at the neighboring tables all heard it. They all wore looks of disbelief:

"What nonsense? Young Master Wang summoned you to come speak—that's giving you face! Everyone here, every single one, who wouldn't want to curry favor with Young Master Wang? Some people might even want to say a couple of words to him but can't even get close!"

The club manager looked embarrassed; nobody here can afford to offend anyone. But Su Yang gave him no pleasant look at all, and said: "If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to come back with a reply. But if anyone wants to say something to me, let them come to me to say it; otherwise, don't blame me for not giving face."

His voice was loud—loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. They were seated two tables away from the C position, speaking loudly, and Prince Wang and Jia Guolong heard him clearly.

Young Master Wang's face darkened involuntarily; he picked up the glass on the table and took a big gulp, saying: "It seems this Su Yang is really a dog-meat bun—clueless about being honored."

As soon as those words left his mouth, Tian Xiaofei, while sticking out his buttocks to pour wine, said: "Young Master Wang, this Su Yang is outrageously arrogant! Not respecting us is one thing, but he doesn't even put you in his sight."

"Looking over the whole club, who has your exalted status? He's practically asking for death! Moreover, he's overbearing, arrogant and domineering, disrespectful of everyone—he's completely destroyed our club's rules."

"At the very least, we usually leave each other some face in whatever we do, but with him there's no bottom line—he'll do anything. I won't say more; just take the earlier case of Zhang Jiangbo: he was also his superior, and yet he ended up getting slapped."

"When Zhou Weiguo was governor, he acted a bit outrageous, and we just pretended to give face to this country bumpkin. But now that Zhou Weiguo has stepped down, he still dares to be so arrogant—he simply doesn't know his place! Does he think these people in the club are still going to give him face as before?"

While he was saying that, he was also gauging Prince Wang's subtle expression, preparing what to say next. In short, today is a rare opportunity; he must avenge the previous beating. The most important thing is that today Zhou Tong, that evil star, isn't here, so he doesn't have to worry about getting beaten.

Prince Wang didn't listen to Tian Xiaofei's nonsense; he said: "That's your own business. But since I've come today, I also want to see what he's made of. As for your affairs between you, don't tell me—I don't want to hear it, and don't think about stirring me up to help you seek justice."

This made Jia Guolong look embarrassed; today he and Tian Xiaofei are following behind Young Master Wang—could it really be that they're just here to act as clowns, fetching clothes and cigars? But although they have thoughts, they can't say them out loud.

Young Master Wang rose, swaying as he walked to Su Yang's table and stood there: "Are you Su Yang? I've heard over the past six months that your dancing is impressive—do you think there's no one left in Jingcheng's circle, so you've suddenly jumped up?"

"I came over just to tell you: this is Jingcheng, not some rural backwater. On this little plot of land, dragons must coil and tigers must lie down."

"What you've done before and what entanglements you've had with others, I don't want to know, nor do I want to manage. But from now on, I hope you'll behave a little more properly. The club has its rules; it's not a place for ruffians to throw their weight around."

Having said that, he directly picked up a bottle of foreign liquor, poured a full glass, and pushed it toward Su Yang. The meaning is clear: drink this glass, and I'll let bygones be bygones—consider it you giving me face today.

At that moment, almost everyone turned their gaze to Su Yang's table; the club's usual sycophantic trait flared up again, and the spotlight overhead also shone on Young Master Wang.

But Su Yang acted as if he hadn't seen, and thoughtfully peeled two mangoes for Zhou Ruohan: "It seems these things in Jingcheng aren't any different from what we have in the countryside."

"I used to think that Jingcheng's fruit would definitely taste better than elsewhere, after all, this place is supposed to be more noble than other places."

"But I just took two bites, and I think it's not as good as the countryside's. It seems the land and water don't determine fruit quality; it depends on the fruit's own growth, which comes down to what it essentially is. For example, the white grapes I just ate—I found them sweet, because essentially they're not the same kind of thing."

His words sounded like he was speaking to Zhou Ruohan, but everyone present is sharp—how could they miss his real intention? Moreover, Young Master Wang is doing this to put pressure on him, to make him drink that glass of wine.

If it were anyone else, they'd probably have already knelt down to drink it; but with Su Yang, he not only refuses to drink, he even dares to throw in a sarcastic remark—utterly shameless!

Su Yang's actions also made the little demon girl a little worried; she secretly kicked him under the table with her foot, meaning: "You've had enough—this isn't something we can provoke; if it blows up, we won't be able to contain it."

But Su Yang couldn't care less; he simply treated Young Master Wang as if he were air.

In an instant, Prince Wang's face darkened.

Seeing that Prince Wang was about to explode, Tian Xiaofei shot forward, pointing at Su Yang and saying: "Su Yang, don't be ungrateful! Who do you think you are? In Young Master Wang's eyes, you're just a country bumpkin dog, while our Young Master Wang is a dragon!"

"Normally, you wouldn't even have the chance to look up at him. But now Young Master Wang is standing right in front of you, and he's given you full face—if you drink this glass, perhaps Young Master Wang will let it go, and you can walk out of this club today. Otherwise, don't blame me..."

Before he even finished speaking, Su Yang turned to Zhou Ruohan beside him and said: "Wasn't it said this club's security is good? When did a dog come running out? How are we supposed to enjoy ourselves now?"

As soon as his words fell, Zhou Ruohan couldn't hold back and burst out laughing with a "pfft". Almost at the same time, Fang Jingwen sitting next door also started to laugh; even the little demon girl and her companions tried to hold it in, not laughing if they could, but those who really couldn't hold it buried their heads under the table.

In principle, none of them really wanted to offend this Young Master Wang.