Song Qiao finished speaking and walked directly towards the second-floor restaurant without any hesitation.
There was another session in the afternoon. Although it was still early, he didn't plan to leave.
Xia Yuqing watched Song Qiao's retreating back alone, her face turning even paler.
For the first time, she no longer thought Song Qiao was boasting.
This feeling intensified her regret.
"Song Qiao, I heard you offended Lunitaque's secretary. How serious is it?"
Ye Zhiwei came to the venue as a spectator this time and did not participate in the competition.
As soon as she saw Song Qiao, she quickly went over and asked with a worried expression.
Song Qiao looked at her anxious face and couldn't help but want to laugh.
He thought to himself, things were indeed quite serious; Xiao Gang was probably already fish food in the river.
He nodded subtly, about to explain.
However, the next second.
Li Bingqing and Mo Ling, who were like persistent plasters, appeared from somewhere.
Song Qiao's public assault on Lunitaque's secretary yesterday was not a secret.
It quickly spread throughout the circle and became known to everyone.
"Song Qiao, you've lost this time. Although we don't have Mr. Tuck's support either, you have no hope."
"Furthermore, our Li family has always had the support of Mr. Konenev from Xiong Country. I don't believe you have any chance of turning things around."
Song Qiao looked at the smug Ye Zhiwei and couldn't help but want to laugh.
"You've celebrated too many premature victories, Li Bingqing, but why don't you ever learn your lesson?"
He lectured her with a look of disappointment, as if he were her elder.
He took Ye Zhiwei's hand and headed for the second floor.
As they walked, he explained to Ye Zhiwei, "Lunitaque was sent by his father to support us. Don't worry, this port project will definitely belong to our Xinkai."
Ye Zhiwei looked at Song Qiao incredulously, her heart finally settling somewhat.
With Lunitaque's support, their chances of winning against Li Bingqing were significantly higher.
...
Wu Meng arrived on the second floor ahead of Song Qiao.
As his secretary, she had to secure a suitable position for Song Qiao in advance.
For some reason,
A Xiong Country man kept staring at her with ill intentions, making her uncomfortable.
She glared fiercely at him, clearly warning him to be mindful.
Everyone attending this investment conference was a wealthy and influential businessman. How could there be such an ill-mannered person?
However, Konenev was already consumed by lust. At this moment, he could no longer care about appearances.
He lewdly approached Wu Meng, holding two glasses of red wine, practically wearing the word "pervert" on his face.
"Esteemed lady, may I have the honor of sharing a drink with you?"
Saying that, he ignored Wu Meng's attempt to dodge and offered the wine glass to her.
Wu Meng rolled her eyes at him speechlessly, took a deep breath, and said faintly, "I'm sorry, I'm working right now and cannot drink, nor do I wish to."
Her words effectively shut down everything Konenev intended to say next.
The capital magnate who dominated Xiong Country's face immediately darkened. He eyed Wu Meng menacingly and forced a smile.
"What, this beautiful young lady, are you not going to give me, Konenev, any face?"
"I advise you to drink this glass of wine, or you might not be able to handle the consequences."
He offered the wine glass to Wu Meng again.
"I said I won't drink."
Wu Meng didn't indulge him and turned to leave.
"You bastard, how dare you refuse me!"
Konenev roared, throwing the wine glass heavily to the ground.
He grabbed Wu Meng's wrist.
"You refuse a toast and prefer a penalty, then don't blame me for being impolite."
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Wu Meng screamed, struggling with all her might to break free from Konenev's grip.
Her screams immediately attracted the attention of the people present. A few young men tried to intervene but were held back by others.
Konenev was an investor from Xiong Country, and he held a special status in China. Offending him would likely lead to endless trouble in the future.
"Woman, if you want to beg for mercy, do it on my bed. I like chaste women like you."
Konenev laughed unscrupulously and was about to pull the weakened Wu Meng into his arms.
Just then.
A nimble figure suddenly rushed out from the staircase.
It was Song Qiao, who had just gone upstairs with Ye Zhiwei.
"Damn it, you're looking for death!"
Song Qiao roared and unleashed a flying kick, striking Konenev directly in the waist from the side.
Caught off guard, Konenev rolled a considerable distance.
The next second, his pained screams echoed throughout the entire restaurant.
"Are you alright, Wu Meng?"
Song Qiao ignored Konenev, quickly pulled Wu Meng over, and checked her carefully.
Wu Meng finally came to her senses. Looking at Song Qiao's concerned gaze, her heart warmed.
"I, I'm fine. It was this guy who started harassing me..."
As she was about to explain to Song Qiao, he calmly waved his hand.
He picked up a chair from the side and walked directly towards Konenev.
"You, what are you doing?"
"I'm telling you, I'm a foreign guest. If you dare to touch me, you're finished."
Konenev struggled to get up from the ground and desperately retreated.
"Nonsense, this is China. Do you think you can run wild here?"
Song Qiao sneered and raised the chair, ready to strike.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Li Bingqing's furious shout came from behind. Then, Mo Ling flashed forward and blocked Konenev.
"Song Qiao, how dare you lay hands on our partner? Are you crazy?"
Li Bingqing rushed to Song Qiao's side, her voice filled with malice.
"Oh, is this the Xiong Country magnate you were talking about? As expected, he's as unsophisticated as your Li family."
Song Qiao raised an eyebrow and scoffed lightly.
"Yes, this Xiong Countryman is openly running amok on our territory. It's truly excessive."
The onlookers below, contrary to expectations, sided with Song Qiao, verbally denouncing Li Bingqing.
"Hmph, we'll see. In the afternoon investment conference, we'll see who gets the project."
Li Bingqing, knowing she was in the wrong, pulled Konenev to leave.
"Song, you wait. I will definitely make you wish you were dead..."
Konenev cast a resentful glance at Song Qiao but dared not say more, quickly catching up with Li Bingqing.
Song Qiao looked at him indifferently and said loudly to Li Bingqing:
"Li Bingqing, I'll let him off this time and let him attend the investment conference."
"I'll hold you responsible for this. I will make you kneel and submit."