"Wang Heyang! What did you say?"

Ai Shan Shan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the man. "This gentleman didn't do anything. How can you spout such nonsense!"

"Shan Shan, you're too naive!" Wang Heyang shook his head with a disdainful look at Qin Heng. "You just said he's one of your live-streaming viewers, right?

This is your fan. Don't you know that many men watch female broadcasters with certain... thoughts? And look at his ragged clothing!

I bet his whole outfit isn't worth more than five hundred. You can tell at a glance he's a poor loser who has no place at Miss An Qi's birthday party. If he got in, it must be because he saw you coming and sneaked in, harboring indecent intentions!"

The people around also started murmuring amongst themselves.

"Yes, Miss Shan Shan, you don't get out much, so you're not familiar with what goes on out there. Like female stars and broadcasters—they often get harassed by creepy fans. Groping, peeping, stalking, it's everywhere, and sometimes, there are even attempts at rape!"

"Miss Shan Shan, being young and beautiful, you might say you're the rising star of Shark Live Streaming. You must be careful. This guy definitely followed you here and then snuck in. Security! Security!!"

Quickly, four or five security guards rushed over.

Wang Heyang pointed at Qin Heng and said to the guards, "It's him, following Miss Shan Shan and planning something sinister. To protect Miss Shan Shan, I ask that you kick him out and not let him disturb anyone else."

"Everyone at the party tonight was invited. This guy definitely doesn't have an invitation. He snuck in. He's here harassing Miss Shan Shan now and could harass Miss An Qi later. That would be a serious issue!!"

"Right! This is Miss An Qi's birthday party. How can we allow such a creepy loser to be here? Kick him out! Kick him out!!"

The expressions of the security guards became stern.

The lead security guard stepped forward, scrutinized Qin Heng, and noticing that his attire wasn't on par with everyone else, partially believed the accusations. He said somberly, "Sir, please present your invitation."

"I don't have an invitation," Qin Heng said indifferently. Chu Qixi had invited him via a WeChat voice message; there was never any invitation. When he entered, no one asked him for such a thing.

"Did you hear that, did you hear that! This guy really doesn't have an invitation!" Wang Heyang said with a smug look. "He definitely is the stalker fan who followed Shan Shan here. Throw him out immediately!!"

The security guards were about to act.

Qin Heng, however, remained seated as if he hadn't heard a thing, calm and composed.

Ai Shan Shan looked anxious as she stepped in front of Qin Heng. "Mr. Qin Heng isn't like that. I've seen him spend two hundred thousand in one go. How could such a person be some creepy fan?"

Spends two hundred thousand just like that?

The people around first paused, then burst into laughter, shaking their heads in contempt.

"Miss Shan Shan, you've just entered our circle and might not be aware, but two hundred thousand, to us, to Young Master Wang, is just pocket change."

"Indeed, just two hundred thousand? I remember the cosmetics and bags I bought for my ex-girlfriend amounted to five hundred thousand. Got bored and kicked her to the curb, didn't I?"

"Just two hundred thousand is indeed too little. Even if I dropped it on the ground, I wouldn't bother to pick it up. Miss Shan Shan, don't let garbage like him confuse you."

Wang Heyang had a look of exasperated amusement as he told Ai Shan Shan, "Shan Shan, you've just returned to the Ai family and don't really understand us yet. That's why you're so mistaken. You'll soon realize two hundred thousand is actually very little.

This guy, even if he splurged two million, would still be a poor wretch, a nobody, in our eyes. At our level, anything below tens of millions isn't considered money!"

The people around nodded in agreement.

Then, Wang Heyang approached Qin Heng with a look of disdain and sneered, "Kid, my name is Wang Heyang, the senior president of Celestial Altar Film Company. I'm not that rich, just over forty billion or so. And you?"

"Celestial Altar Film Company?" Qin Heng tapped his fingers on the chair, his demeanor high and mighty, his expression indifferent. "If I remember correctly, it's a minor venture of the Wangs, and you, with your kind of caliber, do not have the right to speak to me. Have your Family Head, Wang Nanzuo, come and talk to me."

"HAHAHA! Using such widely known information to show off, that is hilarious!!" Wang Heyang pointed at Qin Heng with an utmost contemptuous look. "You think you're something, daring to address our Family Head by name? Any member of the Wangs could squash you with a finger!

And another thing! You pauper, do you think just because you casually threw around two hundred thousand, you're rich? That you can deceive young girls now? Let me tell you, you've come to the wrong place!!"

With that, Wang Heyang lifted his wrist, revealing the watch that had been covered by his sleeve—extremely exquisite and luxurious—and looked at Qin Heng with a sneer, "This is a Patek Philippe watch, worth three million renminbi. You pauper, you could never afford it in your entire life!"

He also tugged at his collar, saying indifferently, "This suit was custom-made for me by our Servant on London's Savile Street. It's not very expensive, just five hundred thousand British Pounds, which is about four million renminbi!"

"Holy shit! I've always heard that Wang Heyang is incredibly wealthy, with billions in assets. Seeing him today, his reputation is well-deserved indeed!"

"Young Master Wang's outfit alone must be worth tens of millions, right? Oh my God, my family only makes thirty million in half a year!"

"This guy who's trying to show off with two hundred thousand must be scared stiff right now; he doesn't even dare to speak. He tried to show off in the wrong place, and it's so pathetic to watch the face-slapping in real-time! HAHAHA!!"

The people around were all marveling at Wang Heyang's wealth while looking down on Qin Heng with contempt.

"Kid, aren't you going to roll out on your own?" Wang Heyang slightly raised his head and looked down on Qin Heng, who was sitting in the chair, and said, "Do we really need to get physical to throw you out?"

"I've been to London's Savile Street," Qin Heng suddenly spoke, looking at Wang Heyang's clothes and said lightly, "Out of the top ten famous shops there, I've invested in six.

Your suit must be custom-made by Maurice Sedwell, right? So out of your five hundred thousand British Pounds, two hundred thousand should end up in my pocket."

Previously, when Qin Heng traveled to London, he was impressed with the tailors on Savile Street and casually invested over a billion in them.

"You! You!!" Wang Heyang trembled with rage, pointing at Qin Heng and roaring, "Who do you think you are! Talking about investing in Savile Street, I think you only invest in your dreams!!"

"Young Master Wang, don't get angry; this guy is just here to spout nonsense," a young man squeezed through the crowd and laughed, "Actually, I know this kid's real identity. Would you like to hear more about it?"

"Yun Feng, Young Master Yun, weren't you infatuated with Miss An Qi's best friend, that air hostess named Qu Linglong? Why aren't you spending time with her?" Wang Heyang took a deep breath and chuckled, "Could it be that you've been rejected again?"

"Cut it out, it's bad luck!" Yun Feng waved his hand dismissively, changing the subject, and said, "I'm just asking if you guys want to know this kid's real identity!"

"Don't be a tease, Young Master Yun! Just spill it already!"

"Right, let's hear about who this kid really is!"

The crowd became boisterous.

"Alright! I'll tell you!" Yun Feng burst into laughter and said, "When I arrived, I saw this kid picking bottles out of the trash. He's talking about investing in Savile Street; he's definitely living in a fantasy."

BOOM!

As soon as these words came out, the crowd exploded into commotion.

"Holy shit! A trash picker managed to sneak in here. Damn it! I need to go home and shower!!"

"He puffs himself up, but turns out he's just a trash picker, a polluter of air, damn it!!"

"A trash picker dares to deceive Miss Shan Shan, he deserves to die!"

The surrounding people started cursing, all looking at Qin Heng with disgust, as if he were a pile of trash.

"I was curious earlier how a trash picker would come to a place like this," Yun Feng shook his head with disdain and said, "Now I know, turns out he's just a creepy fan following Miss Shan Shan, utterly disgusting."

"So you're just a trash picker!!" Wang Heyang gritted his teeth as he glared at Qin Heng, "Kid, you've got guts! You really have the audacity! Trash like you dares to challenge Wang Heyang! Utterly clueless!

Now, I command you to roll out immediately! Get out of here! Vanish from my sight! Otherwise, you'll regret it!!"

"Kneel down and apologize to me right now," Qin Heng, who had been slightly squinting his eyes, suddenly opened them wide and said coolly, "Or else, I'll make sure you don't even have the chance to regret!"

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