sonovelo Chapter 486 Give me, Li Luochen, some face!
Chapter 486 Give me, Li Luochen, some face!
Let's rewind ten minutes.
Amidst the lively atmosphere of clinking glasses and toasts, Li Luochen held his phone, typed a message, and sent it to his Ninth Uncle, Loz, who was far away in the Galar region.
[Yan Yanyan: Uncle Loz, is your Marocmont Group also interested in this battle fortress?]
The reply came very quickly.
Lorz is usually busy and his online time is irregular, but he never misses any messages from Li Luochen.
[Loz (usually absent): Hmm? This time it really was a subsidiary of the group that sent people. What, you're interested too?]
Li Luochen leaned back in his chair and briefly described the attitudes of the representatives from Maroccomon at the banquet.
This is not cooperation, not discussion, it is provocation, it is using one's wealth and power to show disrespect to the master.
He added at the end: The third sister among the four sisters, Xisi, had a deep relationship with him involving discussions of the Carlos language.
It's not officially recognized yet, but it will be soon.
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
Then, a message popped up.
[Loz (usually absent): Outrageous!]
Just by looking at these few words, you can feel the barely suppressed anger even through the screen.
Lorz is usually very steady, and there are few things that would make him exclaim in surprise.
[Loz: Bullying my nephew's woman? Isn't that the same as bullying my nephew's wife?!]
Li Luochen looked at the message and then glanced at the distance.
The representatives from Maroccomont were still clinking glasses, completely unaware that a cloud was rapidly gathering overhead.
Before Li Luochen could put his phone away, the phones of the representatives from Marcomon in the distance rang.
The phone rang incessantly, and several people simultaneously glanced down at the screen. Their expressions changed the moment they saw the caller ID.
The leader pressed the answer button, trying his best to make his voice sound steady, but after only a couple of sentences, a vein throbbed on his forehead.
On the other end of the phone, Lorze's voice, though spoken softly, pierced their ears like nails, one by one, through the airwaves.
Trying to drive down the price? Making things difficult? Who gave you the audacity? It's true that Battle Fortress is a landmark of Carlos, but is the face of the Marocomón Group something you can use to offend people?
The representatives, clutching their phones, couldn't get a single complete sentence out; they could only nod repeatedly, saying "Yes, yes, yes."
The people at the next table couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, but from their increasingly pale faces and slightly trembling fingers, they could guess what the person on the other end was saying.
Li Luochen picked up the juice and drank it slowly, without looking in that direction.
Ah Jin, biting his fork, noticed the situation over there and mumbled a vague "Hmm?", but was quickly drawn back to the newly served dessert on the table.
After Lorz hung up the phone, the representatives put down their phones, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.
The leader was silent for a moment, then picked up his wine glass and walked straight toward Li Luochen.
His leather shoes stomped on the carpet, the sound of his footsteps swallowed up by the carpet, but with each step he took, the whispers in the hall grew quieter.
Everyone turned to look, their eyes following his figure as it traced an invisible path through the air.
What's going on?
The powerful figure from Galar, the representative of the Marocomon Group, who had just been arguing fiercely with Chao Mi on stage, was now holding a wine glass and walking step by step toward the young man drinking juice in the corner.
Everyone turned to look, and whispers rose and fell.
The powerful figure stopped in front of Li Luochen and bowed deeply.
"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize your greatness."
The hall fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure bending over.
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
Li Luochen did not accept the glass of wine, nor did he look at the pale and bluish face in front of him. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the stage.
Asami, Juju, Yusui, and Yeni, the four sisters, stood side by side, each with a different expression.
"You haven't done anything to wrong me, you should apologize to the people who deserve it."
The representative's expression changed slightly, his lips moved, and his gaze shifted from Li Luochen's face to the stage, then back again.
"I know, but please forgive our inappropriate words just now."
"I said."
Li Luochen put down his juice, the bottom of the glass making a soft tapping sound on the table: "Apologize to them, it wasn't me."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze not heavy, yet like a needle piercing the other person's face: "I don't want to say it a third time."
The representative stood there, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
His companion tugged at his sleeve, but he didn't move.
After a long silence of several seconds, the representative finally turned around and walked towards the stage.
Once he stood down on the stage, he bowed deeply to the four sisters on the stage.
"I apologize for any offense I may have caused earlier. I hope you city lords will forgive me."
His voice was a little dry, but he enunciated each word clearly.
"It's alright." Chao Mi smiled slightly.
The matter was dropped, and everyone on and off stage tacitly understood the situation.
The Galatians returned to their seats and never mentioned raising or lowering the price again.
However, Zhouzhu blushed slightly.
She remembered exactly what she had just said.
If I could just quiet them down, I'd tie myself up and send myself to Li Luochen's room tonight...
Now, not only have those people quieted down, but they've even apologized to the sisters in public.
Li Luochen, from beginning to end, did not stand up, did not speak loudly, and did not even glance at those people.
He was just drinking juice in a corner when someone cleared all the obstacles for him.
Zhouzhu pursed her lips, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over Li Luochen's direction before quickly shifting away.
What magic does this young man possess?
She lowered her eyes, picked up the water glass next to her, and took a sip. The water was cold, but her throat felt hot.
Chao Mi stood beside her, her gaze sweeping lightly over her sister's slightly reddened ears, without saying a word.
After a while, the whispers in the hall gradually disappeared.
Everyone was waiting, waiting for the first person to make a bid.
At this moment, Li Luochen stood up.
The chair leg scraped lightly on the carpet, a sound that everyone in the quiet hall could hear clearly.
"Gentlemen," he said calmly and unhurriedly, "give me, Li Luochen, some face."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone frowned.
Do you think I'm giving you face?
who are you?
Why should I give you face?
With a Pokémon of that King-level caliber?
The whispers resumed, lower and denser than before, like a swarm of bees buzzing their wings.
Beside Li Luochen, N was fiddling with Li Luochen's phone.
His fingers flew across the screen, scrolling through the contact list page by page, as the electronic voice began to play...
Everyone says candied hawthorn berries are sour.
♫Sour with a hint of sweetness♫
"Contact persons: Uncle Mitsuyu, Second Uncle Michael, First Wife Catharia, Second Uncle Sakaki, Third Uncle Mizuki, Fourth Uncle Akame..."
Whoosh!
At this moment, the Galarians who had been there earlier stood up.
He cupped his hands to Li Luochen and said, "We, with Mr. Li Luochen as our leader, are led by Zhan!"
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