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Fan Zhe still went to the class reunion.

Calculating the time, it should be the day before he and Ye Jiayi return to Shenghai, and there is no special arrangement, so it's okay to go there.

And...he didn't feel a little bit of 'returning home' in his heart.

He came to the banquet alone. Originally, he called Ye Jiayi, but Mr. Ye had no interest in it.

When we arrived, it was a hotel in Xunyang, Fan Zhe had never been here before.

After making a phone call to Zhu Zhonglin, a short while later, a fat man ran down the stairs, panting.

Although his appearance had changed somewhat, Fan Zhe still recognized him. This was his childhood friend, the 'pig head' Zhu Zhonglin.

The two of them were classmates in junior high and high school, the kind who would skip class and go to an Internet cafe if they had nothing to do.

However, Zhu Zhonglin's academic performance is not good. Fan Zhe was already not very good, but this 'pig head' was even worse than Fan Zhe.

What's more, Fan Zhe has a specialty of 'drawing' since he was a child.

Therefore, the final encounter is not the same. Fan Zhe was admitted to Shenghai Academy of Art, while 'Pig Tou' found a local college in Xunyang to study.

After graduating from high school, the contact between the two became less and less. Up to now, Fan Zhe recalled the last time the two of them met, but he couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't even have phone calls or WeChat chat records.

But in any case, it represents the memories of Fan Zhe when he was young.

"Van Zhe!"

"Pig, are you fatter than when you were in school?"

"Oh, life forced me to be like this." Zhu Zhonglin smiled heartily.

Following Zhu Zhonglin, Fan Zhe went upstairs and entered a private room, where there were two tables with more than 20 various men and women sitting.

When everyone saw him and Zhu Zhonglin coming in, they all got up and moved over.

It's a small box, everyone is crowded at the door, it's quite 'lively'.

Everyone was scrambling to talk to Fan Zhe about the past friendship.

But this made him at a loss and felt very uncomfortable.

Looking around, the faces of these people are very unfamiliar, and some of them are completely unrecognizable. They can only rely on the little familiarity to barely distinguish who is who.

"Don't be crowded here, don't be crowded here, all sit down, otherwise the waiter won't be able to serve the food later." Zhu Zhonglin beckoned everyone to sit down.

The food started to be served, and everyone chatted. Some people have maintained good contacts after graduation and are familiar with each other, like Fan Zhe, only one or two.

But without exception, everyone's attention was focused on Fan Zhe, always following various topics, reminiscing about the past with him.

After sitting for two minutes, he regretted it.

He knew where the attention that he had never had before came from—it was nothing more than his career in Shenghai gradually becoming known to others, and his identity and status became different from the past.

It's mundane and very real.

Not many of these people present may want to get something from her. Perhaps, everyone was surprised by the emergence of such a big boss with billions of assets in their former classmate circle; for those characters that could only be seen on TV, they really appeared by their side , and still have a connection with myself, and feel special.

However, these trips brought Fan Zhe a lot of trouble.

Perhaps, some people can bear it, and some people even enjoy it, but Fan Zhe is not such a person.

Here, he felt a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

He quietly sent Ye Jiayi a text message, the content was very short, just an address plus two words.

"pick me up."

After sending the text message, after a while, someone shouted and brought the beer up.

A bad feeling rose in Fan Zhe's heart.

The glasses in front of each person were filled to the brim, and then people began to toast to him.

At first, one or two glasses was OK, but soon, Fan Zhe realized something was wrong—if he continued to drink like this, not to mention too much, everyone at the table offered him a toast, and two tables were crowded with twenty or so people. Give him a shabby?

He's not a good drinker.

When it was the third cup, he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I can't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore, I have something to do later."

"Don't, Lao Fan." After the two cups of horse urinated, the address changed, "You had a drink with Luo Zhou before, and you won't drink it when I toast you? Are you not giving face?"

"I can't drink anymore."

Others started to chime in, and even booed.

Everyone laughed and raised Fan Zhe high with words, just to let Fan Zhe drink this glass of wine, the next glass of wine, and even more wine.

Bored emotions continued to accumulate, Fan Zhe stood up suddenly: "Enough!"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Taking a deep breath and calming down a little, he said, "I'm sorry everyone, I have something else to do today, so I have to go first."

No one spoke.

Fan Zhe turned to leave, and when he pushed open the door, he suddenly heard a strange sound from behind: "Really good, if you make money, you won't treat your old classmates as friends anymore. A bit of bad reputation and stinky money will kill you." It swells like this, and when it collapses later, I don’t know which dog it will be like.”

Fan Zhe turned his head abruptly, staring at the person who spoke.

A social person who seems a bit sloppy.

Seeing Fan Zhe's eyes, that person shrank his head a little bit, and regretted that he didn't keep his mouth closed. Why offend such a rich old classmate? But after thinking about it, all the words have been said, so why bother?

So, he straightened his neck again, and said, "What are you staring at? Everyone comment, am I wrong?"

Fan Zhe suddenly laughed.

He was laughing at himself, why compete with such a group of people? Feeling very boring.

A familiar smell floated into his nose, and when he turned his head, the tall and slender Ye Jiayi walked over.

She gently covered her nose and looked at the surrounding scenes. Although her expression was normal, anyone could see the disgust.

The beauties brought their own effectors when they came on stage, not to mention, Ye Jiayi was such a temperamental person.

Seeing her disgusted look, everyone present felt a little inferior.

Then, Ye Jiayi said: "Mr. Fan, you didn't say a word when you came out. Why did you come to such a place?"

Fan Zhe raised his hand and said, "It's nothing, let's go back."

"Okay, when you come out in the future, you still have to pay attention."

The two left, and Ye Jiayi didn't even look at the group of people the whole time.

After Fan Ye left, the group of people gathered at the door and were silent for a while.

"It's such a big name now?"

"Crazy what crazy?"

Someone said so.

But some people said: "Let's say a few words, isn't it just that you were so jubilant just now, that you can force him away? Don't even think about it, what is his identity now, what is your identity, and make such a fuss? Still treat him as Fan Zhe When are you studying?"

"That's right, Zhu Tou finally invited Mr. Fan over, and we didn't even have time to flourish, so you guys are doing well, and let people go away in anger."

The quarrel started, and a class reunion broke up like this.