BANG!
Jiang Pingqiao couldn't help but slam his hand on the table, his usually calm expression darkened considerably.
"So what if you have money? Does having money mean you can do whatever you want? Pah!" Jiang Pingqiao gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling with rage. "Qin Heng, I won't be attending tonight's dinner. This guy thinks he can insult us just because his family is rich!"
"We must definitely attend the dinner; otherwise, how else could we witness his utter regret?" Qin Heng smiled, saying to Jiang Pingqiao, "Do you know about Zi Qu?"
"Zi Qu?" Jiang Pingqiao paused, puzzled as to why Qin Heng had suddenly mentioned this, but he still replied, "Zi Qu was the twenty-eighth sovereign of the Yin Shang. But why bring this up all of a sudden?"
As a history student at Beijing University, he possessed a profound understanding of Chinese history.
