I rejected your confession, but you took my best friend home?

Chapter 447 This has nothing to do with you; it's just my personal grudge against him...

Zhou Heng knew that he had now officially entered the sights of the Dongzhu upscale business district.

I wonder if these capitalists could be any kinder to me...

These guys are ruthless and heartless...

Zhou Junyao waited until the area below was completely quiet before continuing:

"Today, I also want to give my son a gift, which is..."

Then, Bai Cang's father, Bai Zhengzhi, walked over from the side, a smile on his face, holding a folder in his hand.

He walked over and handed the folder to Zhou Junyao, who then turned and handed it to Zhou Heng...

Zhou Heng held the folder in his hand, somewhat surprised...

Before he could even guess what was inside, Zhou Junyao spoke up:

"This is ten percent of Junheng's shares, which is a gift I gave to my son."

"what?!"

"Oh--"

These words startled Zhou Heng, and the crowd below erupted in a frenzy... After a gasp of astonishment, the murmurs nearly lifted the roof off the banquet hall.

After all, none of them expected such a generous gift!

Zhou Junyao owns 70% of Junheng's shares. Even if he were to give away 10% of those shares, he would still be the absolute controller of Junheng.

However, once these shares were given to Zhou Heng, everything changed immediately. Their value, needless to say, was extremely high.

This also made Zhou Heng a shareholder of Junheng and a partial owner of the company, whose value could no longer be measured in monetary terms.

Once Zhou Heng signs the agreement and acquires the shares, he will truly become President Zhou and join their circle. At that point, he will already be more powerful than many of the people present.

Zhou Heng held the folder in his hand, his hands trembling. He looked up at Zhou Junyao, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhou Junyao simply smiled, and Zhou Heng immediately understood what was going on. Zhou Junyao also knew that these guys were all eyeing him covetously and had no good intentions.

Only by doing this could he ensure that Zhou Heng had the ability to protect himself, that no one could bully him, and that he had the capital to establish himself in the industry.

Zhou Heng took a step closer and whispered in Zhou Junyao's ear:

"Dad...is this...is this gift too expensive...?"

Zhou Junyao glanced at Zhou Heng, patted his arm, and whispered, "If I don't give you these, how will you raise my grandson?"

"Ah ha ha..."

Zhou Heng gave a wry smile. It seemed he had only obtained these things because of his son...

After Zhou Junyao finished speaking, the banquet officially began. The distinguished guests present presented their gifts, and the amounts they gave were not small, adding up to an unimaginable sum.

Zhou Heng went to each table to offer a toast. After Zhou Junyao's actions, everyone now looked at Zhou Heng with new respect and no longer treated him as an ordinary young man.

Especially the girls, who pulled their clothes down as low as possible, and their skirts up to the side, revealing their thighs, while also giving Zhou Heng flirtatious glances.

However, Zhou Heng chose to ignore them all. He was not going to waver. After all, he had just rejected someone who was standing naked in front of him without hesitation.

After walking around for a while, Zhou Heng was plied with quite a bit of alcohol. These people were all very enthusiastic, and Zhou Heng didn't want to refuse them.

In the past, Zhou Heng was always the center of attention and a leader in his own circle. When they went out to eat, others would take the initiative to toast him and drink with him.

After the meal, he was always the first to get up before the others.

But now that I've entered their circle, I'm now their underling; I'm the one who's toasting them.

So now, Zhou Heng felt a little dizzy. The key was that he had drunk so many glasses in a row, but even with his high alcohol tolerance, he couldn't keep up.

Afterwards, Zhou Heng prepared to rest in a corner.

He went to the sofa in the corner, sat down, and reached out to tug at his collar to cool himself down, otherwise he felt hot all over.

"call--"

He looked at the capitalists before him, let out a heavy sigh, and in that instant, he felt he had grown up, become a member of society, and was beginning to enter circles he had never been to before. He was maturing little by little...

"Humph..."

Just as Zhou Heng was in a daze, a drink suddenly appeared in front of him, which looked like some kind of hangover tea.

Zhou Heng was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that the person next to him was actually Dong Qingya...

She was wearing the change of clothes Zhou Heng had given her, one hand in her pocket, and the other holding the cup she had handed to Zhou Heng.

"Here, have some to drink, it'll make you feel better."

Seeing that Zhou Heng didn't move, Dong Qingya spoke up, her voice low, but her tone seemed to carry a hint of dissatisfaction with him.

Zhou Heng could tell from her voice, but he felt it was normal for Dong Qingya to be dissatisfied with him...

"Thank you."

Zhou Heng took it, then took a sip. It was sweet and sour, and he felt much better after drinking it.

Dong Qingya sat down on the other chair, crossed her legs, hugged her arms, lowered her head slightly, and stared sharply at Zhou Heng opposite her.

After glancing at it, Zhou Heng turned his head away, pretending that he knew nothing and hadn't seen anything.

After a while, Dong Qingya spoke calmly, saying, "Congratulations, President Zhou, you're so talented at such a young age."

"Oh, not at all. My parents are amazing; I'm just a rich kid..."

Zhou Heng waved his hand and said modestly.

"Hey! Zhou Heng, you're here. How are you? Are you alright? You've had too much to drink."

At this moment, Bai Cang also walked over, approached Zhou Heng, and asked him with concern,

The next second, he saw Dong Qingya standing to the side, and noticing something odd in her eyes, he became somewhat puzzled...

"Dong Qingya, what are you doing here?"

Bai Cang glanced at Dong Qingya's clothes; they seemed a bit too casual for a banquet...

But then he realized, wasn't this the same outfit Zhou Heng had been holding? So that outfit belonged to Dong Qingya?

What is their relationship? When did they meet?

Dong Qingya glanced at Bai Cang and said, "It has nothing to do with you. It's just a personal matter between me and him..."

"No... what grudge do we have? Did you even listen to what I said?"

Zhou Heng turned his head with a helpless expression and looked at Dong Qingya, his lips pursed, looking quite speechless.

Dong Qingya nodded and said, "Yes, I took your advice. Otherwise, why would I have come to see you? Do you think I have no pride?"

"Then...what do you mean?"

Dong Qingya stood up, walked towards Zhou Heng, bent down, and stared at him with wide eyes:

"Let's be friends. You must keep what just happened a secret from everyone!"