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He touched his nose in embarrassment and said nothing. Instead, he asked his assistant to bring over his contract: "I have arranged an agent for you, and he will help you with the filming. You have been working hard recently, and this is my piece." Mind."

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of documents from the folder and handed them to Tong Jincheng with a very gentle attitude.

But Tong Jincheng didn't appreciate it and didn't even bother to look at his contract.

He snorted coldly and threw the wine bottle "840" on the table.

A loud bang attracted everyone's attention, and they all stared at him.

Tong Jincheng's expression changed: "Tong Jincheng! What is your attitude!"

Tong Jincheng's face also turned cold: "Ha! I would like to ask you what your attitude is! Do you know who I am!"

Tong Jiasheng's face was gloomy: "You are my nephew, your surname is Tong, and I am your uncle!"

Tong Jincheng sneered, sarcastically: "Are you mistaken! I am not your nephew at all!"

Tong Jiasheng's face was ashen and he pointed at him: "I'm warning you, you'd better restrain yourself!"

Tong Jincheng turned around and left without saying a word.

The furious Tong Jiasheng and all the guests were left behind.

"Ouch! This Mr. Tong seems to have had a quarrel with the second young master of the Tong family. It's really strange. Mr. Tong is usually very nice to the second young master of the Tong family. Why did Yaran fall out tonight?"

"Shh, we can't care about this kind of thing. Let's eat quickly. We have to attend a charity ball later.

Tong Jincheng walked aimlessly, feeling very frustrated. He was just about to find a cigarette to smoke, but he saw a figure standing on the balcony in front of him.

Tong Yichen was wearing a white suit, leaning against the railing, with his hands in his pockets, holding on to the railing with one hand, and holding a bottle of whiskey in the other hand, taking a slow sip, with a handsome profile, like a model in a pictorial.

Tong Jincheng looked at Tong Yichen, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, but it was only for a moment before he hid it.

His lips outlined a playful arc, and he walked towards him step by step, stopping half a meter away from him. He looked down at him, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Tong Yichen, you look like this, I really look down on you!"

Tong Yichen's hand holding the wine bottle suddenly tightened. He turned his head and stared at him: "What? Are you jealous of me? Or are you envious of me?"

His eyes were full of sarcasm………………

"You have a beautiful idea! Am I jealous of you?" Tong Jincheng sneered, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared completely, replaced by indifference.

"In that case, why do you bother to laugh at me? Tong Yichen, you are not worthy of being my opponent."

"You!" Tong Yichen's fists clenched loudly, and his chest heaved violently.

Tong Jincheng's face always remained indifferent and distant, and he said four words without saltiness: "I wish you good luck!"

He turned around and left, not planning to talk to Tong Yichen again.

Tong Yichen looked at his back and gritted his teeth with hatred!

Damn it! How could he forget that Tong Jincheng is his cousin!

He and his two brothers were the only ones left in the Tong family's big room. Tong Jincheng was a 2.0 waste!

Tong Jiasheng should obviously choose him! He is the best among the two brothers! Why should he pass the position of president to a loser like him!

His eyes burst out with strong murderous intent and hatred.

He will definitely take over the position of president! No one will be allowed to take it away! Including Tong Jincheng!

Tong Jiasheng breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Tong Jincheng leaving, thinking that Qingnan Tong Jin didn't notice him.