Chapter 393 Learn From Senior! Big Brother imparting Lessons!

Chapter 393 Learn From Senior! Big Brother imparting Lessons!

?Zhang Wei's eyebrows raised in understanding. "So...?" he prompted, his tone implying there was more to this arrangement.

Chen Dong elaborated, "Yes, there are rumors that she's only abiding by her mother's wishes to stabilize the company. The majority of their factories are here in Beicheng, and a political pillar is needed. Some of these factories have been dumping waste in the rivers, causing pollution. They were slapped with a heavy fine in the past, which was later waived off after the engagement became public."

Zhang Wei's gaze shifted upwards to the hotel's logo, recognizing it as belonging to Sun Qiang, the son of Sun Tao at the Ministry of Tourism. "What is she doing coming to this hotel, early in the morning?" he wondered aloud. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Chen Dong replied with a dry laugh, "The mother and daughter seem to be at odds. Mei Ren has rented a suite here and has been living in the hotel for the last few months."

Zhang Wei's lips curled into a sly grin. "Say, brother Dong... If her mother were to get angry and plot a way to get her back home by sending people to attack her, would she believe it?"

Chen Dong's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean!?" he asked, a mix of concern and curiosity in his voice.

Zhang Wei shook his head dismissively. "It's nothing. Just learn from your senior."

Chen Dong frowned at the blatant evasion but couldn't help his curiosity about Zhang Wei's intentions for meeting Mei Ren so early.

Zhang Wei made a call, but it seemed he was blocked. Shaking his head in amusement, he then dialed Zhou Jiajia, exchanging a few words.

Overhearing the conversation, Chen Dong's eyes twitched. "Is there no end to the amount of women near you?" he retorted, slightly depressed and jealous, pulling out a cigar.

Zhang Wei smiled faintly. "Just watch the show."

Within minutes, a commotion started at the hotel lobby's reception. Mei Ren appeared to be in a heated argument with the staff.

"What did you do?" Chen Dong asked, his curiosity piqued.

Zhang Wei shrugged, adjusting his clothes nonchalantly. "Time to catch the bird."

!!

She bit her lip unconsciously, a fleeting thought crossing her mind: 'Why isn't my fiancé this handsome?'

The guards, noticing Zhang Wei's intervention, let out a collective, mocking laugh. "Look, someone wants to play the hero," one jeered, his tone dripping with condescendence.

Mei Ren's gaze flickered, her initial intrigue about Zhang Wei tarnished by the guards' laughter. 'Just another arrogant man trying to show off,' she thought, her disappointment briefly shadowing her features.

However, Zhang Wei's reaction was not what she expected. He frowned, his voice firm and commanding. "This is my hotel."

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The moment Zhang Wei declared his ownership of the hotel, unrestrained laughter erupted from the guards. One sneered with undisguised scorn, "Sure, and I own the moon." Another joined in, his voice dripping with disdain.

Their mockery grew louder, echoing through the grand lobby. "He's right, brother," another guard jeered, "and I must be the emperor then!"

"Tsk, merely an emperor?" scoffed a third, his voice oozing sarcasm. "I am the celestial ruler of the heavens!" His laughter was loud and confident, echoing off the marble walls.

Amidst their derision, Zhang Wei's expression remained unflinchingly calm, but a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes. His voice, steady yet edged with a frosty severity, sliced through their amusement. "Enjoy your laughter while it lasts. You'll soon regret it."

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Zhang Wei sprang into action. His first strike was a blur, his fist connecting with the jaw of the nearest guard. The guard's laughter turned into a confused cry of pain, "What the

—!?" as he stumbled backwards.

The second guard lunged, only to be expertly sidestepped by Zhang Wei. As he crashed to the ground, his baffled voice echoed, "How did he—!?"

Realizing the threat, the remaining guards advanced cautiously, but Zhang Wei was a whirlwind of precision. A swift kick to the third guard's midsection elicited a winded, "Ugh, impossible!" from him as he doubled over.

The fourth guard swung a punch, which Zhang Wei blocked effortlessly, countering with a powerful elbow strike. "No way...!" the guard gasped, disbelief in his voice as he crumpled to the floor.