The Little Ancestor Teaches You How To Live-Chapter 1090: Young Master Huo Arrives

Her father was the general manager, while Yin Zijie was just a deputy general manager, subordinate to her father. She gave him face by calling him Uncle Yin once.

Yin Zijie’s expression faltered, and he awkwardly explained, "They’re not just anybody; this is President Qin from Chuangyun Technology."

Yin Zijie introduced Qin Yanzhi’s status to Wang Weiran.

"Chuangyun? I’ve heard of it. Isn’t it a small company with a market value of merely two or three billion?" Wang Weiran said, contempt in her voice.

The market value of Yueyuan Group spanning several trillion made a company worth two or three billion seem pitifully small.

"No, that’s not the case. Chuangyun is just a part of the Qin Family’s industry. The Qin Family is also a multifaceted large enterprise." Yin Zijie frowned, earnestly trying to explain.

"Stop talking! Now this ill-mannered brat has shoved me to the ground! Look at my hand!"

Wang Weiran lifted her palm to show Yin Zijie the abraded skin.

Not to mention, her backside was very sore.

"Let me take you to disinfect that." Yin Zijie hastily suggested.

"Shut your mouth!" Wang Weiran, fuming with anger, threw off Yin Zijie’s attempt to help her up.

"What are the security guards waiting for? Chase everyone out! Whether it’s this uncultured little brat or Qin Yuzhou! I want them all gone!" Wang Weiran ordered.

The security guards hesitated, looking back and forth between Wang Weiran and Yin Zijie, not daring to move.

Yin Zijie continued to explain to Wang Weiran, "Qin Yuzhou is tonight’s guest performer; the announcement has already been made; it’s not good to cancel at the last minute."

"What’s not good about it? If we cancel, we cancel! Can’t you come up with an excuse? It’s just a worthless celebrity; with money, plenty of people would rush over to fill the spot!" Wang Weiran was utterly dismissive.

As a second-generation elite from the Capital City circles, Wang Weiran was all too familiar with the machinations of the entertainment industry.

With money and resources, men and women alike would scramble to take the opportunity.

Yin Zijie was left speechless; no matter what he said, Wang Weiran simply wouldn’t listen.

At that moment, Huo Ting’s voice rang out, "Who’s making such a ruckus? Oh, it’s you, the ugly woman!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wang Weiran’s brow furrowed, and her expression soured even further when she saw Huo Ting and the large, menacing black dog he was holding.

Huo Ting was eight this year, while Wang Weiran was twenty; by rights, the two should have had no intersection.

But Huo Ting was known in Capital City as a little tyrant who picked on everyone, and even Wang Weiran had suffered at his hands, having once been frightened by his Tibetan Mastiff.

This was the only time after being frightened that Wang Weiran couldn’t seek retribution and had to swallow the insult, for the little tyrant Huo Ting had a father whom even she could not afford to offend.

"Huo Ting, what are you doing on Yueyuan’s turf?" Wang Weiran retorted, her expression defiant.

"Humph, mind your own business? I’ll come and go as I please!" Huo Ting held his little head high, full of arrogant bluster.

What about Yueyuan’s turf?

Did Huo Ting need to care whether he was on Yueyuan’s turf or someone else’s?

Wang Weiran was close to exploding with rage.

Their Yueyuan’s reach behind the curtain was indeed not the Huo Family, but looking across Capital City, no one would choose to provoke the Huo Family intentionally.

Then Huo Ting turned to the circle of eager security guards and commanded, "Listen to me, nobody make a move. Whoever does, I’ll have Dahei bite them!"