Almighty in the city

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Wow!"

Under the soft light of the Swarovski crystal lamp, a messy sound suddenly erupted.

A Sommeliers.Black.Tie wine glass was smashed out. The bright red cocktail in the glass sprinkled a pouring arc in mid-air, and then, accompanied by a crisp sound of "crack", in a beige European style On the wall, a pool of bright red and dense glass slag remained.

After that, another Harcourt crystal glass flew over from the same angle.

The empty cup slammed into the beige wall, and the arc of the cup left an inch-long mark on the wall. In the same "crack" sound, the broken glass slag splashed in all directions, part of it It is directly embedded in the wall.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

With successive noises, one by one, either expensive or not, the wine glasses were slammed into the wall by Feng Baiyu.

Tritan crystal glass, Lucaris crystal champagne glass, Spiegelau cocktail glass, Romani Conti tasting glass

One wine glass after another, as long as it was on this long table, was smashed against the wall in front of him by Feng Baiyu.

Soon, all the wine glasses on this long table were emptied by him.

Without the wine glass, he just vented a little bit of anger, so he simply picked up the wine bottle.

A bottle of Bordeaux wine from Chateau Margaux was poured directly into his hand.

More than one-third of the fresh red wine remained in the wine bottle. It lost the protection of the cork and gurgled down his wrists and elbows. It took him a lot of time to find an Italian master tailor. The tailor-made tuxedo suits are all dyed red.

A scent of alcohol immediately radiated from him.

However, Feng Baiyu, who always pays attention to appearance, seems to be completely unaware at this time. Even though the red wine in the bottle in his hand is spilled on his body, he does not notice, and raises his hand, the wine bottle There was no clean red wine flowing in the joint, so it was swirling in the air, and then with a "bang", it directly hit the beige wall.

For a time, large pieces of broken glass slag splashed in all directions, and the gurgling wine flowed down the pit on the wall, like an eye with blood and tears.

"I'm going to your Tan Zongming in Malgobi!" Feng Baiyu roared, and another red wine bottle hit the wall with a "bang".

"I'll go to your Jiang Haokun in the Gobi!" Another white wine bottle hit the wall.

"The Shanghai Chamber of Commerce for your grandma!" An unopened champagne flew directly out.

"Bai's group of dog days!" "Swipe la la la" sounded continuously, and all the pots, plates, knives and forks on a table were swept hard by him, and they all hit the Russian cashmere carpet on the ground.

"And—" he roared, and simply overturned a whole long table, "Bai Yifan! Bai Yifan! Bai Yifan! Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

He was the only one left in the reception hall, which was too late to leave, to vent his vent.

Zhao Lingfeng, Leng Ao, Liu Qingqing, Qi Shiyuan, Jian Yuzhe and others are all standing far away at this moment, and no one dare to go up and persuade him at this time, or approach him.

These rich X generations, who followed Feng Baiyu either because of worship or because of profit, looked at Feng Shao who had always been gentle and unhurried. In the hysteria like a lunatic, they were born from the bottom of their hearts. A chill and fear.

Ever since they were with Feng Baiyu's side, under the arrangement of this young master, Yanjing and Huaxia had never seen Feng Baiyu ever behave like this one.

Even two years ago, he was put together by Yang Kaitai, who was also one of the "Fourth Young Masters of Yanjing". When he ate something that was definitely not a small loss, he still had a light smile on his face.

But today, this young master, after the guests had gone clean, the whole person seemed to be crazy, becoming as fierce and violent as a beast.

He had smashed seven wine glasses at the reception, the table had been overturned five or six, and there were twenty or thirty wine bottles.

The reception hall, which was originally decorated with grandeur, had already been turned into a mess by himself at this moment.

I don’t know how long it has been. Seeing Feng Baiyu standing in the middle of the reception hall, bending over, holding his knees with his hands, the whole person panting continuously, Zhao Lingfeng glanced at each other, and finally Liu Qingqing led the way and tentatively walked towards him.

"Huhhuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Feng Baiyu mouthed and dressed coarsely. The vent just now seemed to consume too much energy.

"Feng Feng Shao" Zhao Lingfeng asked boldly, "Are you okay?"

Feng Baiyu's head tilted, two sharp eyes swept over, scared Zhao Lingfeng subconsciously and backed a few steps.

"I'm fine." Feng Baiyu gradually straightened up.

"I'm fine." He took off his tuxedo jacket that had been soaked in red wine, champagne, etc., and dropped it on the ground, as if he had lost a worthless piece in time. "Sorry, I just showed you a joke. Up."

"where!"

"No!"

"It's us now, definitely more crazier than Feng Shao you just now!"

Several people spoke awkwardly.

Feng Baiyu glanced at them, and the calm smile reappeared on his face: "I am not a god, so it is impossible to control everything. I will also make mistakes and be calculated by others-but if he thinks Bai Yifan can With this office of the Bais Group, I played from start to finish. Then he too despised me Feng Baiyu!"

After a pause, his voice gradually cooled down: "Indeed, I can't compare to him regardless of identity and resources. But in terms of business vision, he may not be better than me! I just lost a game, but I didn't lose all! I will stand up and show everyone!" ,,.