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Lee Nanfang also smiled and said, "Yes, there's no reason."    

Duan Chuhuang shook his neck, making a cracking sound, "I will find a reason later."    

Lee Nanfang nodded, "I also hope that you can find it."    

"But in any case, I find you pleasing to the eye. Even if we're not friends yet, we should at least take this opportunity to have a drink, right? "    

Duan Chuhuang said, as if he was embracing Holan Fusu, and reached out to put a hand on Lee Nanfang's shoulder.    

Lee Nanfang, on the other hand, took a step back in time and avoided his hand.    

Duan Chuhuang's hands failed to hit the mark as he squinted his eyes.    

The fact that the dignified Southern Emperor, in a top class clubhouse like the Seven Stars Club, would not hesitate to lower himself to become friends with a guy wearing street brand sports clothes, and yet get rejected, was already very shocking.    

Many people were wondering if there was something wrong with Lee Nanfang's head.    

Otherwise, he would be blind.    

Could it be that he didn't see Beautiful President and Lee Muchen, who had Jinmen s, bashfully and coyly took the initiative to ask Duan Chuhuang to be friends, but was coldly rejected?    

Lee Nanfang, an unknown person, would have more beauties and more charisma just like what he wanted?    

Absolutely impossible.    

However, he rejected Duan Chuhuang's offer of an olive branch. Of course, everyone would be shocked.    

No one had expected that after being rejected, the notorious and arrogant Southern King would not be angry, but instead, he would back off. When he told Lee Nanfang that he wasn't a friend, he could also drink a cup of wine, but he was rejected without any trace of politeness.    

Who exactly is this Lee Nanfang?    

In the quiet hall, hundreds of people stared at Duan Chuhuang and Lee Nanfang in shock.    

Ye Zichen looked at Duan Chuhuang to see how he got angry.    

He looked at Lee Nanfang and tried to figure out whether he was a fool or a master in hiding.    

Because only these two people could continuously reject Duan Chuhuang's olive branch.    

It was a fearless nature for a fool to reject Duan Chuhuang.    

When an expert rejected him, it was with disdain that he would act so arrogantly.    

Lee Nanfang wasn't an idiot.    

This could be seen from Young Master Lin's quick reaction of smashing the wine bottle at him but getting caught and thrown back.    

A fool wouldn't be able to do such a thing.    

Since Lee Nanfang wasn't a fool, then he could only be an expert.    

But — the big guy began to wonder if he was blind.    

If he wasn't blind, why couldn't he see the slightest bit of an expert from Lee Nanfang?    

The people looking at Duan Chuhuang finally saw what they wanted to see on his face.    

Especially Young Master Lin, when he saw Duan Chuhuang's slightly dark face slowly turn green and his right hand slowly turn into a fist, he was ecstatic and shouted loudly in his heart, "Beat this pretentious criminal who doesn't know what's good for him!"    

Of course, you could also tell that Duan Chuhuang was very angry, but he was not scared. He still maintained his calm demeanor and straightened his back even more.    

However, Holan Fusu could see that Lee Nanfang placed his left hand behind his leg, lifted his right heel slightly and lowered his left shoulder slightly.    

This was the sign of him kicking out his right leg at any time, if Duan Chuhuang really wanted to attack.    

His left hand was placed behind his leg. He wanted to use his left hand's swaying inertia to maintain the balance of his right leg as it flew up.    

He lowered his left shoulder slightly, placing his center of gravity on his left foot. This way, when he kicked his right foot, his foot would not be light.    

His right heel was slightly raised, yet he was accumulating his explosive power in an attempt to strike out with a thunderous strike.    

The layman watched the commotion while the expert watched the flow.    

People who didn't know how to fight would only pay attention to Lee Nanfang's and his friends' expressions.    

A true expert like Holan Fusu could see from Lee Nanfang's seemingly casual actions that there was a strong killing force behind it.    

Duan Chuhuang, whose face was now filled with anger, was like a ferocious tiger that was about to go berserk.    

Lee Nanfang, who looked fine on the surface, was actually secretly preparing for battle. He was like a long dragon coiled around him.    

Dragon and Tiger Battle.    

Who would be the victor?    

Holan Fusu suddenly understood.    

He finally realized that he had underestimated Lee Nanfang.    

From this moment onwards, he would have to seriously view this fellow as a dish.    

Even if he already knew that Lee Nanfang was the person who played a key role when he went to rescue Yue Zitong and the others in the Mexico, and that it was very likely that he was the legendary Black Ghost in the Western World, he had never treated Lee Nanfang as an honest opponent before.    

Jack despised Lee Nanfang, not only because of their status and status, but also because Yue Zitong and Helan Xiaoxin had been mixed up in it.    

No wonder Lee Nanfang never feared his existence, his threat.    

So it turned out that this person had some sort of confidence that he didn't know about.    

Duan Chuhuang and Lee Nanfang's battle was likely to be the result of both sides suffering.    

When Holan Fusu thought of this, Duan Chuhuang suddenly raised his head and burst out laughing.    

Laughter echoed in the hall. The suffocating pressure from earlier was shattered, causing many people to heave a sigh of relief.    

Laughing, Duan Chuhuang walked to the side of Lee Nanfang, raised his right hand again and put his arm around Lee Nanfang's shoulder and said loudly, "Brother, you are really nice to me. Even if you refuse to give me face and refuse to be my friend, I will still shamelessly pester you. Tonight, you must stay and we will have a good drink with Fu Su. You can refuse again. "    

Just now, he put his arm around Lee Nanfang's shoulder and was rejected.    

This time, Lee Nanfang did not refuse.    

The reason was simple. When Duan Chuhuang put his arm around his shoulder, he had the pride of "I have given you face".    

Besides the face of a beauty and Jinghong Ming, Ye Xiaodao and a few other men, Lee Nanfang no longer cared about anyone giving him face, so he naturally refused.    

Now, when Duan Chuhuang did the same action, the pride that made Lee Nanfang unhappy was gone, but it also had a roguish aura to it. Duan Chuhuang put the two of them on the same level and treated him to a drink.    

There was no need to accept or give face to others. Drinking together with Holan Fusu, whose left hand was being held by Duan Chuhuang, they walked towards the center of the hall.    

Along the way to the high platform in the middle, there were people nodding to Duan Chuhuang. There were both men and women.    

Especially those young ladies who were brought to the scene as partners, they should be well-known in the performing arts industry. One of them seemed to be a red star who came from Taishan and was famous for her gossip.    

However, her charming eyes were cast towards the blind man.    

Not only did Duan Chuhuang ignore her, he also ignored all of them by nodding and greeting them. He completely explained his arrogance.    

He took out a green ice piece from his pants pocket and threw it on the piano. He shouted to the girl who was playing the zither, "Sister, play a piece of Teacher Jiang Dai's Camel Bell. Don't tell your brother, you won't. That would be a disappointment. "    

Teacher Jiang Dai's "Camel Bell" was probably even older than most of the people present.    

The girl who played the piano was in her twenties, but Duan Chuhuang wanted her to play "Camel Bell".    

After all, the modern age's young people liked to listen to songs that were free from sickness and moaning. Old songs like this, only those over forty years old would appreciate the unique charm of that era.    

"You're putting yourself in a bit of a difficult position, Emperor."    

Seeing that the zither-playing girl stood up with a face full of hesitation, Holan Fusu couldn't bear it anymore and spoke up for her: "Let her change her song."    

Duan Chuhuang asked with a smile, "Fu Su, tell me first, how did I make things difficult for you?"    

Holan Fusu said whatever he wanted to say, "The song" Camel Bell "is too old. There shouldn't be too many girls who can play this song now."    

Duan Chuhuang was still smiling. He turned around and asked Lee Nanfang, "Lee Nanfang, what do you think?"    

"I wouldn't be happy if she couldn't play."    

After hearing his words, the people beside him started to curse in unison in their hearts. Pretending to be a criminal? Bullshit.    

Just now, I saw you continuously rejecting Mad Man Duan, and I thought you had guts.    

After all this time, you were pretending.    

Even Young Master Fusu said it would be difficult for a girl to play "Camel Bell", yet you agreed with him.    

If this wasn't posturing, what else could it be?    

While the big guy was cursing Lee Nanfang in his heart, Duan Chuhuang's eyes lit up as he asked with interest, "Lee Nanfang, quickly tell me, if she doesn't know how to play this old song, why are you so angry?"    

Lee Nanfang looked at the girl on the stage, thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know how to play Strauss' Blue Danube River '?"    

Strauss's "The Blue Danube," a world-famous piece that almost every pianist can play.    

The girl immediately nodded and stammered out a reply, "Y-yes."    

Lee Nanfang asked again, "Then, do you know which year this piano piece was composed in?"    

The girl thought for a moment, then said, "This waltz was created by Strauss in 1866."    

Hearing the girl's reply, many people in the hall snickered at Boss Lee. You said that as a stall owner, it's fine if you came here to act cool, but why are you still talking about her expertise with the pianist?    

Lee Nanfang didn't know if Old Shi had created this piece in 1866.    

I don't care.    

He only wanted the girl to tell him the date of its creation. "Then let me ask you, in which year did Teacher Jiang's' Camel Bell 'come from?"    

The girl suddenly understood why Lee Nanfang asked that. She blushed and shook her head: "I-I don't know."    

"I know."    

"This song, which still affects hundreds of millions of people in modern times, was composed by Teacher Jiang in 1980 for the movie Passenger in Handcuffs," Lee Nanfang said flatly. More than a hundred years later than the creation of The Blue Danube. Therefore, this song was indeed not an old one. If you don't know how to play, you can only prove that you may be under suspicion of being a fan. Young Master Duan will naturally feel displeased, and I will be displeased as well. "    

F * ck, there's actually such a thing?    

Art doesn't have borders, okay?    

What does this have to do with "worshiping foreign affairs"?    

After hearing what Lee Nanfang said, many noble guests were stunned again.    

Only Duan Chuhuang patted Lee Nanfang's shoulder and asked loudly, "Do you understand now why I want to be friends with you the moment I see you? It's only because I've discovered that we're the same kind of people! "    

Those who thought that Lee Nanfang was acting cool looked at him with contemplative eyes.    

This included Holan Fusu, who was giving his love for the girl.    

"I, I will play!"    

The girl suddenly said.