Chapter 1197 - 1197: Playing the First Card

"Brother Wang, this kid is quite arrogant, isn't he? Still walking so unhurriedly."

"Clearly, he doesn't think much of us!"

"Exactly! We have to show him a lesson later!"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor, quite a few people began making noise.

Wang Zhiping shook his head with a smile: "Isn't this exactly what we want to see?

We're not afraid of his arrogance, just afraid he won't be arrogant.

Let's go, later, naturally someone will deal with him without our interference."

After speaking, he led people towards the next room.

About five minutes later, led by an attendant, Xiao Feng entered the room.

"Who is this?" someone asked puzzledly.

Wang Zhiping stood up and walked to Xiao Feng's side, introducing, "This is the guest we invited, Mr. Xiao Bajia."

Xiao Feng nodded with a smile, showing no apology for being late, instead acting as if he was a leader inspecting.

This behavior naturally sparked dissatisfaction among many.

Soon someone stood up, snorting coldly: "Mr. Xiao probably doesn't know, today one-third of the notable figures from the Kyoto circle are gathered here.

I'm not being petty, but Mr. Xiao's behavior blatantly disregards our Kyoto community."

Xiao Feng inwardly sneered, his expression unruffled.

Being placed against the entire Kyoto circle was something he had anticipated long ago.

Truthfully, he wasn't particularly concerned about this, but at that moment, he couldn't follow the opponent's rhythm.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiao Feng stepped forward: "I come from Jiuyou Town, not far from Kyoto, and I've heard that all people in Kyoto are broad-minded and not bothered by small details.

I came today with the sincere intention of making friends with you all."

His words immediately eased the expressions of some people.

Of course, some didn't buy it.

For example, Ma Digua who stood up at that moment...

"Mr. Xiao says he's sincere, yet he's over twenty minutes late, which doesn't show where your sincerity lies."

Xiao Feng remained calm and asked back: "You're also from out of town, right?"

As soon as he said this, many people burst into laughter.

In some ways, Ma Digua indeed couldn't be considered a native of Kyoto, often being marginalized in the circle.

Xiao Feng's words clearly hit his sore spot.

Ma Digua immediately said angrily: "I am a Kyoto person!"

"Doesn't seem like it." Xiao Feng slowly shook his head: "I mentioned earlier, people from the Kyoto circle are broad-minded and not bothered by small details.

Your behavior doesn't match what I understand about the Kyoto circle."

"You!" Ma Digua's eyes filled with anger.

Xiao Feng didn't even look at him, turning his gaze to others: "Everyone, am I right?"

"Hmm, I think it makes sense."

"Indeed, what's the point of a man fussing over little things?"

"A true man should disregard small matters!"

Many nodded in agreement because it was impossible not to agree.

Xiao Feng had set the tone of "Kyoto circle being very inclusive," not agreeing was tantamount to denying this point.

Wang Zhiping frowned; he had originally prepared to make a big deal out of Xiao Feng being late to at least cause him some embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, it was so easily resolved, making all further preparations useless.

Beside him, Lin Bingqiao quietly reminded: "Prince, don't pursue this matter further."

Wang Zhiping nodded, indeed not daring to contradict Xiao Feng on this point.

Otherwise, it wouldn't just slap his own face but everyone present's.

Trying to adjust his mindset, Wang Zhiping smiled: "Everyone, please sit down, let's drink and chat."

After sitting down, Xiao Feng discreetly observed the expressions of people at the table while verifying his previous assumptions.

Surprisingly consistent!

Except for people like Ma Digua, who were originally Wang Zhiping supporters, others were purely invited for a gathering, clearly aiming to stir up resentment.

Since that's the case...

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Feng decided to turn passive into active and play a card first.

This card is the invitation he received earlier.

Taking the invitation out of his pocket, Xiao Feng read out: "Qiu Junxian, Wei Jianhua, which two are here?"

His voice wasn't loud, yet instantly silenced the room, as if someone pressed a "mute" button, eerily quiet!

Because the ones with the most influence present were Qiu Junxian and Wei Jianhua.

Calling out both names at once was very intriguing.

Was it to stir up trouble?

Or trying to curry favor?

After analyzing the situation in their minds, most tended toward the second possibility.

Only Wang Zhiping's group couldn't help but change their expressions.

No one expected Xiao Feng actually brought the invitation with him.

This isn't some party requiring an invitation, carrying an invitation, isn't it cumbersome?

Qiu Junxian and Wei Jianhua, whose names were called, exchanged a distant glance, showing mutual suspicion and vigilance in their eyes.

"This gentleman is the chairman of Liushi Technology Company, initiator of Junxian Foundation, one of Kyoto's top ten outstanding youth..."

The person sitting on Qiu Junxian's left stood up, reciting a long list of titles before finally saying Qiu Junxian's name.

After he sat down, someone beside Wei Jianhua also stood up, following the same procedure, titles first, name second.

Xiao Feng laughed inwardly at the situation, indeed giving a sense of "when you finish singing, I come on stage."

This also indirectly confirmed what Pei Dengke had said earlier, that the relationship between Qiu Junxian and Wei Jianhua wasn't very harmonious, mostly competitive ties.

"Mr. Qiu, Mr. Wei, I've heard your names back in Jiuyou Town long ago, it's an honor to receive simultaneous invitations from you both," Xiao Feng said cheerfully, observing Qiu Junxian and Wei Jianhua's reactions.

Sure enough, both subtly frowned, their expressions showing they had no idea about this.

Moments later, Wei Jianhua spoke: "Sorry, did I invite you?"

Once those words were out, those who initially respected Xiao Feng for receiving invitations from both Qiu Junxian and Wei Jianhua and wanted to toast and connect later were left looking at each other, puzzled by the unfolding scenario.

Still, very few believed Xiao Feng was intentionally boasting.

With both major figures present, bluffing would likely lead to being severely embarrassed.

"Didn't you?" Xiao Feng's face showed confusion: "Could the invitation I received be fake?"

"If you don't mind, may I take a look at the invitation?" Wei Jianhua politely asked.

Without hesitation, Xiao Feng agreed, placing it on the lazy Susan and turning it toward Wei Jianhua.

At this point, the room fell silent again, waiting to see Wei Jianhua's reaction after reading the invitation.

Soon, Wei Jianhua put the invitation back on the turntable, mimicking Xiao Feng's gesture, sending it to Qiu Junxian's side: "Brother Qiu, take a look."