Chapter 392: 388. Apologize Quickly! (Please subscribe, monthly tickets!)

Inside the banquet hall.

"Xiaoyu, what on earth is going on?" Lu Xuan actually couldn't help but feel a bit shaken deep down; he actually recognized many of the people there.

They hadn't just picked a random place to come to Russia this time; they knew quite a few people here and had many friends.

Although he wasn't familiar with some of the people in the banquet hall now, he had met many of them and knew a thing or two about them.

But now, these people were all surrounding Zhang Sicheng and Siyan, as if they were treating them as the center of attention.

Although it was said that Zhang Sicheng and the others had hosted this event, the fact that these people were giving them so much face was truly beyond the expectations of Lu Xuan and his group.

Tu Yu feigned confusion and said, "What do you mean, what's going on?"

"Xiaoyu, don't play dumb with me. What? Do you look down on us now?" Lu Xuan said irritably.

Tu Yu immediately said, "Brother Xuan, what are you saying? Am I, Xiaoyu, that kind of person? It's just that some things are not easy to talk about; don't make things difficult for me, Brother Xuan."

Looking at Tu Yu's earnest expression, Lu Xuan finally didn't continue to ask.

At this moment, he felt a bit envious of Tu Yu's thick skin.

Zhang Sicheng was chatting with some people, but as they talked, the conversation drifted to the Game Club.

Zhang Sicheng smiled and said, "If anyone is interested, you can come in and play around. This can be considered an emerging industry. Although the scale of the industry isn't large right now, all in all, it's still quite good."

"Those who are interested can treat it as a pastime; after all, the expenses for this Game Club aren't very high."

Zhang Sicheng's nervousness had now dissipated; although he couldn't be said to be chatting with ease, he was able to handle things appropriately.

"I know about this; it's indeed quite good. I also play *PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds* occasionally; it's quite interesting. If Mr. Zhang doesn't mind, I can invest some money into it," someone laughed.

"Let's do it together; just treat it as entertainment. It's not a large sum of money anyway."

As soon as Zhang Sicheng spoke, some people started clamoring to put up money.

In fact, just as they said, it was only a small amount of money; they were just doing it to give Zhang Sicheng face.

Some people still didn't know much about Zhang Sicheng, but they knew that Lotnikov had suffered a huge loss at the hands of Zhang Sicheng's father.

Even Lotnikov's older brother had died at the hands of the bodyguards beside Zhang Ran, yet Lotnikov seemed to have no way to deal with it at all.

This was actually enough—enough for them to show goodwill!

Siyan and Qian Li were also chatting with some female guests, talking about cosmetics and luxury goods.

In this regard, Siyan and Qian Li were already experts and could fully integrate into the conversation.

Moreover, because of Prince Haiman during this period, they were not lacking in top-tier luxury goods at all, and they didn't feel the slightest bit stage-frightened.

Only from this moment on could the siblings be considered to have truly entered the circle they were meant to enter.

This banquet did not last very long; it ended around ten o'clock, and it could be considered a pleasant time for both host and guests.

Zhang Sicheng did not keep talking about the Game Club; he only mentioned it briefly and then spent the rest of the time chatting about interesting things from all over.

After Zhang Sicheng sent all the guests away, he smiled bitterly at Siyan and said, "I feel so tired."

Although it seemed like they were just eating, drinking, and chatting, Zhang Sicheng had kept his nerves taut the whole time, fearing he might say the wrong thing and let everyone look down on them.

He didn't care about himself, but he was afraid of losing his father's face.

Siyan also rubbed her brow with some fatigue and said, "Me too."

Then the siblings looked at each other and saw a trace of exhaustion in each other's eyes, but even more so, determination.

This time also proved that they still had many areas that needed learning.

To say nothing else, at the very least, they couldn't show weakness on certain topics.

Meng Mingxuan, Tu Yu, Qian Li, and Ilya were all watching the two siblings, and each had their own thoughts in mind.

Not to mention the others, Qian Li's thoughts were the simplest; she was thinking about how she could help her best friend.

Qian Li didn't have much of a feeling about the sudden changes in the Zhang Family; although Zhang Ran was very good to her, when it came down to it, Zhang Ran was not her father, so Qian Li could only watch many things without being able to experience them personally.

When everyone walked to the lobby to prepare to leave, they suddenly saw a group of people, two of whom they recognized.

One was Yu Mingcai, and the other was Lotnikov, who had pointed a gun at Zhang Sicheng's head a few days ago.

"Heh, Zhang Sicheng, you still dare to come out now?" Lotnikov said. Although he wore a smile, his words were very stinging.

The key was that this guy's Chinese was excellent; he didn't need anyone to help him translate at all.

Zhang Sicheng stared at Lotnikov, "What? Do you want to try it again? Come on, I'm right here, give it a try!"

Zhang Sicheng hadn't expected to meet these two here. He also knew that Lotnikov was trying to strike at him, likely because he knew about his past situation, which was why he said that.

The main purpose should be to make him develop a psychological shadow.

That was why his words were also very tough!

Lotnikov, however, suddenly said, "Zhang Sicheng, we actually don't need to be hostile. We gave an explanation for the last incident; it was indeed my fault, but we also suffered quite a few losses on our side, so let's call it even.

Our two families can actually sit down and talk. To say nothing else, we actually have quite a lot we can cooperate on."

Although Lotnikov kept looking at Zhang Sicheng and was speaking to him, his peripheral vision was on Ilya.

Ilya's expression remained unchanged; he just stood there quietly!

Zhang Sicheng didn't know what Lotnikov was planning, but he didn't need to figure it out, nor did he need to pay attention to it.

"Heh, cooperate? What is there to cooperate on with a madman? Are you really crazy, or am I?"

"Oh, right, a person like you probably no longer has human emotions and wouldn't care about many things, but I can't. I am still a human, and even more so, a normal person. There's no way to compare with a madman." Zhang Sicheng's tone was mocking and not polite at all.

Lotnikov's face darkened instantly. If Zhang Ran had said this, Lotnikov might not have said anything; in his heart, Zhang Ran was his equal in status, perhaps even a little higher.

But Zhang Sicheng was not Zhang Ran. To put it bluntly, he still looked down on Zhang Sicheng, especially knowing his past situation.

However, before he could speak, Yu Mingcai, who was on the side, frowned and said, "Sicheng, how are you talking to Mr. Lotnikov? Apologize quickly!"

As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned; not only Zhang Sicheng, but even Lotnikov on the side was stunned.