Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

Lou Bancheng and Zhang Jianjun came to the restaurant. It must be said that rich people's homes are big. There is a living room for entertaining friends, a dining room for eating, and a special study for reading. Ordinary people do not have just one room.

Lou Bancheng smiled and invited Zhang Jianjun to take a seat, and signaled to the butler that the dishes could be served.

Soon, the nanny brought up delicious dishes one after another. Zhang Jianjun didn't bother to be polite. He tore off a big goose leg and ate it with his mouth full of oil.

After a sumptuous lunch, Lou Bancheng looked at the time again and said, "It's almost time, we should go to the auction!"

Zhang Jianjun nodded in agreement, and then they left the restaurant together and headed to the auction site.

The auction was scheduled to be held at the Crescent Hotel. This hotel was no ordinary one. It had been open for more than a hundred years in the mixed city of Sijiu. The family power behind the hotel could be said to be involved in both black and white affairs.

Zhang Jianjun looked at the sign at the entrance of the hotel and felt like he had seen it before. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead. "New Moon Hotel? I was wondering why it sounded so familiar! Isn't this the hotel where Brother, Wuxie, and Fatty Wang came from?"

Lou Bancheng smiled and said, "Jianjun! What are you talking about? You look like you've been here before?"

Zhang Jianjun immediately waved his hand: "I haven't been here before! I just feel that the name of this restaurant sounds familiar. Come on, Uncle Lou, let's go in!"

Lou Bancheng nodded and whispered in a low voice, "Jianjun, don't cause trouble in the Xinyue store, otherwise you will be in trouble! It is said that the boss is a big shot with connections everywhere, and both the underworld and the white world have to give him some face."

"Don't worry, Uncle Lou. Have you ever seen me causing trouble? Every time it's others who provoke me. I never cause trouble!" Zhang Jianjun patted his chest and guaranteed.

Lou Bancheng was relieved after hearing this, but he still warned worriedly: "Anyway, don't cause any trouble for me. This is not a place you can afford to mess with!"

"I know, Uncle Lou." Zhang Jianjun agreed, but he didn't care. He felt that he had been very restrained. If someone hadn't provoked him first, he would not have taken action easily.

After the two showed the invitation, someone led them into the special auction hall of the Crescent Hotel.

As soon as he entered the hall, Zhang Jianjun saw a familiar figure - Mr. Li. Beside him were a group of foreigners about 1.9 meters tall, who were carefully checking the quality of a pile of jadeite raw stones with flashlights.

"Uncle Lou, isn't this Mr. Li? Why is he here too? And the foreigner next to him, is he the nobleman named Lawrence?" Zhang Jianjun asked in surprise.

Lou Bancheng frowned and said in a deep voice, "Well, I didn't expect that Mr. Li didn't go to the hospital after being injured so badly, but came to attend the auction with his injury. It seems that this auction is very important to him."

"Don't worry! As long as I'm here, I can handle all the problems." Although Zhang Jianjun's voice was not loud, he revealed a strong confidence.

Lou Bancheng glanced around and explained in a low voice, "The auction at the Crescent Hotel has always attracted much attention, but the person invited this time is more special than ever before."

"There are not only business tycoons, dignitaries and celebrities, but also representatives of some mysterious organizations. So we must be careful and not take it lightly."

Hearing Lou Bancheng's words, Zhang Jianjun was filled with excitement. He couldn't wait to see how special this auction was.

At this time, Mr. Li seemed to have noticed their presence. A complicated look flashed in his eyes. He whispered something to Lawrence. A large group of people came towards Zhang Jianjun and Lou Bancheng.

Mr. Li pointed at his left face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and cried to Lawrence, "Lord Lawrence! This guy hit me on the face. The most annoying thing is that he only hit my left face. Now half of my face is big and the other half is small."

Zhang Jianjun scratched his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li. How about I continue to slap you on the right cheek? So that the two sides of your face can be balanced?"

Mr. Li was so angry that he pointed at Zhang Jianjun's nose and said, "You..."

Zhang Jianjun interrupted him with a loud shout: "What do you mean by 'you'? You are such a bastard, willing to be a dog for others. Broken bones can be healed! How can you heal soft bones? I look down on people like you, shut up now!"

Lawrence, the leader, spoke in broken Chinese: "Alright, Li! You can leave now! Mr. Lou! My friend, we meet again. Who is this interesting gentleman? Can you introduce him to me?"

Lou Bancheng smiled and introduced: "His name is Zhang Jianjun, he is my nephew. May I ask you, Mr. Lawrence, what can I do for you?"

Lawrence smiled at Zhang Jianjun and stretched out his right hand, which was as big as a palm leaf fan. "Hello, Mr. Zhang, are you a Qigong master? I know that in your mysterious East, there is a martial art called Qigong!"

"After practicing Qigong, not only can one become extremely powerful and invulnerable, but one can also achieve immortality and prolong one's life. This is something I really yearn for!"

Zhang Jianjun also smiled and stretched out his hand, shaking Lawrence's hand together: "Mr. Lawrence is really a joke, how come I don't know that there is such a thing as Qigong in China? I guess you have been misled by some dogs and slaves!"

After Zhang Jianjun finished speaking, he wanted to pull his hand back, but Lawrence deliberately held on to it, and the strength of his grip was constantly increasing.

"Mr. Lawrence, what do you mean? I don't seem to have offended you, so why do you want to embarrass me in public! I ask you to be respectful and let go immediately." Zhang Jianjun said with a frown.

However, Lawrence was very disdainful of Zhang Jianjun's words. He sneered, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhang Jianjun, we in the West only respect the strong. If you want to gain my respect, then please show me your true ability."

Hearing this, Zhang Jianjun couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. He clenched his fist tightly, and began to exert force with his right hand, wanting to teach Lawrence a profound lesson.

"Okay! In that case, I'll show you what strength is." Zhang Jianjun responded with a sneer, "Today I'm going to let you know that size doesn't determine everything!"

After saying that, Zhang Jianjun began to exert force with his right hand continuously, starting a power showdown with Lawrence.

The tall Lawrence originally thought that he could easily control the thin Zhang Jianjun with his size advantage, but he did not expect the latter to have such powerful strength and indomitable will.

As time goes by, the competition between the two becomes more intense, and Lawrence gradually finds that he may have met a difficult opponent...

Zhang Jianjun was also worried at this time. He didn't expect that he had used up a small half of his strength, but Lawrence was still able to deal with it. This European nobleman was not a simple person either.