Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

After being rejected once, the girl never sent another invitation, and her profile picture was always online, but she didn't open a new round.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, Lu Bingwen entered the private chat window by accident.

LU Bingwen: I have something to do now, let’s play together next time when I have time, I will invite you~

The girl came back quickly.

DU Wang Xing: Alright, I happen to have something to do, so I’m going to go offline haha

LU Bingwen: Hey hey, see you next time!

DU Wang Xing: Mmmm!

After chatting with the girl, Lu Bingwen hummed a song and quit the game, pulled off the earphones he had just put on while playing the game, and checked the time by the way, only to realize that he had played the game just now for a full four hours. 10 minutes, nearly half an hour had passed since the time written on the invitation letter.

But when he turned his head and looked at the other impatient rich second generations in the room, Lu Bingwen knew that the event hadn't started yet.

It stands to reason that for such a more formal banquet with an invitation letter, the host will prepare for a long time in advance, and generally there will be no such time-out situation, unless something or someone gets in the way.

But this seems unlikely. After all, the people waiting in the reception room are all the ancestors of various families in City A. There should be very few people who can let the host family hang them here collectively to receive them, right?

While Lu Bingwen was thinking wildly, a young man who claimed to be the assistant of Shaodong's family suddenly came in to apologize and explain the situation.

"I'm sorry everyone, our young master is discussing matters with Mr. Duan, I'm afraid we will have to wait a little longer."

Mr. Duan?

An unpleasant face instantly appeared in Lu Bingwen's mind, and he wanted to ask who it was, but he was afraid that he was thinking too much, so he hesitated for a while.

Fortunately, when he was struggling, a quick-talking person helped him ask: "Mr. Duan? Which Mr. Duan?"

The young man smiled and looked at the crowd meaningfully: "Of course it's Mr. Duan who can take charge now."

After saying such an ambiguous sentence, the young man turned around and left, regardless of whether the guests in the reception room understood or not.

With his departure, the room instantly became a mess, and everyone was guessing who he was talking about.

Hearing the discussion not far away, Lu Bingwen remembered that the head of the Duan family, that is, Duan Zhuoheng's father, seems to be in poor health recently.

Some time ago, there have been rumors that he intends to delegate power.

It's just that it's different from the Lu family, the Duan family has more than one child, the old Duan Dong was born with a romantic nature, but only disclosed to the outside world, there are three sons and two daughters, and there are probably more unnamed ones.

So all of a sudden, who among the five young ladies and young masters of the Duan family would be able to succeed in the position became a hot topic of discussion.

If you only look at ability, of course the eldest master Duan Zhuohao won, but it is no secret that Mr. Duan favors his younger son Duan Zhuoheng all the time. They say that people tend to get confused when they are old, and it is not impossible to help Adou to the top position on impulse.

Gossip is the instinct of human beings. In just a short while, this group of second-generation ancestors started a "gamble" on the conference table, guessing who the Mr. Duan who is in charge will meet later.

Everyone bet a round, and the banker checked and found that Duan Zhuohao and Duan Zhuoheng miraculously tied.

Both Haodang and Hengdang refused to accept each other, and they had to hold back to decide the outcome. The dealer had no choice but to focus on Lu Bingwen, who was wandering outside the crowd.

The relationship between him and Lu Bingwen was just average, they were just acquaintances who met and greeted each other at the usual receptions, and Lu Bingwen hadn't called Lu Bingwen after the defeat of the Lu family, so it's not that embarrassing now.

He walked up to him very naturally, said hello, and said politely: "We are guessing who the next heir of the Duan family is. Now that Duan Zhuohao and Duan Zhuoheng have a tie, do you want to vote for one?"

Lu Bingwen had no enmity with the banker. As the saying goes, you don’t hit a smiling face with your hands. He has such a good attitude, and he has no reason to refuse, so he smiled back, got up and followed him to the temporary "gambling table".

It is said to be a gambling table, but it is actually a conference table, with three areas separated by two Prada bags in the middle, and the names of the three brothers of the Duan family are displayed on the top of each area from left to right.

Below the mobile phone are personal items such as wallets and bank cards piled up in a mess, indicating the identity of the punter.

The festivities between Lu Bingwen and Duan Zhuoheng were no secret in the rich circle.

So seeing him coming now, a few second-generation ancestors who had just ignored him as if he was a man in the air also became interested in watching the fun, anticipating his choice with great interest.

Someone even couldn't hold back and asked directly: "Bingwen, you probably wouldn't vote for Duan Zhuoheng, would you?"

Lu Bingwen looked up at him, ignoring the change of address from "Brother Lu" to "Bingwen" now, chuckled and lowered his head to look at the table. Sure enough, in the pile of belongings that Duan Zhuohao was betting on, he saw His custom watch.

Since he wanted to place a bet, Lu Bingwen naturally had to come up with something that could represent himself and have some value. Unfortunately, he was covered with valuable things now, except for his mobile phone and sunglasses. Whatever he took out would be laughed at by the people in front of him. big teeth.

Just when Lu Bingwen was debating whether to ask the system for a little favor, to open a golden finger or something, the back of his hand happened to touch the pocket of his trousers by accident. The metal touch made him happy, and he almost forgot that today he drove here by himself. of.

Smiling, he took out the key of Cayenne from his pocket, looked for a certain direction on the table, raised his hand and threw it: "I'll bet him."

When Lu Bingwen's vote went down, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then enthusiastic cheers broke out from the faction he voted for.

The happiness of these second-generation ancestors who have nothing to worry about is so simple. Although the real answer has not yet been revealed, the advantage of the number of people is enough for them to celebrate first.

I don't know if it was attracted by the lively atmosphere on their side. The door of the conference room, which had been closed for a long time, was finally pushed open again. Fortunately, this time it was no longer the staff who came in to apologize, but the genuine young owner of the winery, who was also the same person. Host of the reception.

In the reception room, there was a girl whose family owned a chain restaurant who seemed to have seen the young owner of the winery who had just returned to China, and waved and shouted very kindly: "Liao Chen!"

Lu Bingwen's attention was still focused on the game on the table, but when he heard the surname, he suddenly felt a little familiar, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

When he saw it, he saw Mr. Liao who had met him once. Before he could express his surprise, behind Mr. Liao, he saw a figure who should be more surprised.

Duan Zhuoheng.

"Duan Zhuoheng?"

Almost at the same time that Lu Bingwen saw him, a man behind him couldn't wait to call out his name. Hearing the excitement in his tone, Lu Bingwen thought, he must have made the right bet in the bet just now.

However, Duan Zhuoheng didn't seem to be in the mood to talk big to people he wasn't familiar with, and stared straight at Lu Bingwen, the only person in the crowd who knew him well.

Liao Chen beside him noticed his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, do you have something to talk to him about?"

His words did not deliberately lower his voice, and they clearly reached the ears of everyone present. Lu Bingwen frowned, not hiding his disgust.

The other people who knew that the two of them were celebrating the festival all pricked up their ears and opened their eyes, just waiting for Duan Zhuoheng's answer, as if they were just waiting to watch the excitement.

Even the system that hasn't been online for a long time couldn't help running out at this moment: [Host, shouldn't he take this opportunity to revenge you now? 】

[Probably not? 】

When Lu Bingwen said this to the system, his heart was actually a little bit drummed. In all fairness, if he and Duan Zhuoheng changed places now, he would definitely take advantage of the other party's downfall and humiliate him.

But of course he won't say it out, if Duan Zhuoheng doesn't do this later, won't he appear stingy?

After a while, Lu Bingwen began to feel extremely grateful for this decision, because Duan Zhuoheng really didn't seem to come to trouble him.

After Liao Chen finished asking that sentence, he calmly took his eyes away from his own face, with a calm expression on his face, those who didn't know it thought everyone was dazzled just now.

Well, count him as having a conscience.

Just as Lu Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Liao Chen and Duan Zhuoheng walking towards this side together. Although he knew that they came to say hello to the group behind him, he still felt a little guilty when he thought of the bet just now.

Of course, at this time, he was not the only one who felt guilty.

Everyone was a little timid looking at the mobile phones with the names of the three brothers of the Duan family playing brightly on the table, and the piles of "bets".

In this world, is there any embarrassing thing about being caught by the person who started a gamble behind the scenes?

A few seconds later, Lu Bingwen personally proved it for everyone, it really does!

Liao Chen's piercing eyes, which he did not know where he cultivated, saw the only car key on the table.

And he asked Lu Bingwen not to treat himself as an outsider: "Cayen? Mr. Lu actually bet on Zhuo Heng?"

Grass……

Lu Bingwen was annoyed that he forgot that Liao Chen was there when he bought the car!

He voted for his deadly rival in the betting game, and was discovered by the other party. Lu Bingwen felt that he was experiencing a scene of social death...

But fortunately, the Cayenne is not a rare thing with a limited edition, Lu Bingwen intends to rely on it: "There are so many people, and I am not the only one who opens the Cayenne."

"Uh," Liao Chen covered his mouth with a complicated expression, "But, it seems that everyone else came with a driver..."

The implication is that even if someone drives a Cayenne, the car keys are still with the driver right now.

Lu Bingwen was forcibly dismantled, followed by several bursts of ridicule that seemed uncontrollable.

It is also appropriate.

Lu Bingwen couldn't help curling his lips. Now that he was discovered, there was no need to hide it: "Yes, I just arrested him, so what?"

"No, Mr. Lu has a unique vision!"

Liao Chen gave a thumbs up, not knowing whether it was true or not, and then elbowed Duan Zhuoheng who was beside him, motioning for him to say something.

Duan Zhuoheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to Lu Bingwen again, and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Wenwen~"

Lu Bingwen almost got goosebumps from being called by his words, and rolled his eyes: "You're welcome, I'm also a general among dwarfs. Compared with the other two idiots, you at least have a face."

What he said made it difficult for those who heard it to know whether it was a compliment or a derogation.

Who doesn't know that among the five brothers and sisters of the Duan family, only Duan Zhuoheng is a well-known idiot who doesn't know anything about business, but when it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, the bunch of dandies present don't think they are his opponents.

But Duan Zhuoheng looked very happy: "What if I'm a little moved, this is the first time you praised me for looking good."

"Cry if you're moved, no one's stopping you." Lu Bingwen rolled his eyes, and didn't even look at Duan Zhuoheng taking back his car keys from the table, completely refusing to save him face.

The smile on Duan Zhuoheng's face froze.