Pack up and prepare to leave.

"Chinese people, I have given you enough face, don't think that you can do whatever you want with just a little money!"

　　"Ouch!" Zhang Mengyu smiled, "Do whatever you want? Just after learning a few Chinese idioms, you feel that you have some cultural connotation? You use the things created by our ancestors to make no sense. You are really ashamed of them!"

　　"What on earth are you going to say?"

　　"Let me ask you, where is this?"

　　"Gusu City."

　　"I tell you, this is China. In China, no matter where you come from, you'd better put aside your so-called arrogance and discrimination. China is a country of etiquette. We welcome friends, and we also welcome those who don't know how to praise. I won't get used to it!"

　　"Young man, don't cause trouble. We were shameless and wanted to watch for a while, and he was just maintaining order." When the old man saw Zhang Mengyu and Karak arguing, he immediately came over to dissuade them.

　　"Old man, these are two different things!" Zhang Mengyu said, "And it's not me who is causing trouble, it's him who is causing trouble!"

　　Zhang Mengyu calmed the old man's mood, "He asked you to go out according to the rules, which I can understand, but he just said that we Chinese people are thick-skinned and that our Chinese culture is not as good as their European counterparts. That's a big deal!" "

　　The Chinese people in the venue at least knew a little bit of English, and almost all of them heard what Clark said just now, and everyone was filled with indignation.

　　But the netizens in the live broadcast room were really confused. They were surprised, how could Zhang Mengyu be able to argue with people everywhere? Some people are even saying that Zhang Menglong causes trouble everywhere because of his money.

　　Now the truth is out. It is not difficult to judge from Zhang Mengyu's words what the cause of this conflict is. Even for those keyboard warriors, it is okay for them to attack their own people, but when outsiders attack them, they are Chinese. Do you still want your biological mother?

　　"Where are the people who just said that Mr. Zhang is causing trouble everywhere? Stand up! Apologize!"

　　"Mr. Zhang is mighty! Just don't let them be too arrogant!"

　　"This time I support you and defeat them!"

　　"Mr. Zhang, as long as we can deal with them this time, I will be your die-hard fan from now on!"

　　"You still dare to show off your power in China. What do you think is China decades ago?"

　　...

　　"Chinese, I think you look like you're going to take action. You look like a skinny monkey, can you do that? Hahahaha?" Clark was also embarrassed and mocked unscrupulously.

　　"Clark, what on earth are you doing? Do you know that Mr. Zhang is our big customer!"

　　"Bruce, don't think that just because you are my superior, you can talk to me like this!" Bruce's words made a ferocious expression appear on Clark's face, "Isn't he just a Chinese? What are you afraid of? Can you buy something from our exhibition? There is no shortage of people who are responsible for the works. This is better than if the business is bad, I have friends in many countries in Asia, and they will be willing to buy these paintings!"

　　"Idiot! Do you think he only bought a painting?" Bruce finally roared out. If he only bought a painting, he would be so respectful to this young man, "Listen carefully, this Mr. Zhang bought All the paintings we have priced at! More than 4,000 paintings, 50 billion, is there shit in your head?"

　　"What?" After hearing this, the expression on Clark's face suddenly froze. Just now, Bruce said that this young Chinese man named Zhang was their client. He thought Zhang Mengyu just bought a painting.

　　But how could he have imagined that what Zhang Menglong bought was not just one painting, but more than 4,000 paintings! If something went wrong with this business because of him, it would no longer be a matter of him not receiving a year-end bonus. His boss might even sell him to Africa to mine coal!

　　"This..." Clark blushed, this was not a Chinese he could afford to offend! In European capitalist countries, capital is everything and money is everything. As long as you have money, no matter what country or race you are from, you are the boss!

　　What he provoked this time was not an ordinary uncle, he was the God of Wealth!

　　"Mr. Zhang, please calm down. I will definitely let someone handle Clark's matter, and the result will definitely satisfy you!"

　　"Hahaha!" Zhang Mengyu sneered, but no emotion could be seen from his expression. "Mr. Bruce, do you think I'm an idiot? Did you think I didn't hear the whisper you and Clark just made? Do you think I'm an idiot?" The respect is just because of money.

　　"Mr. Zhang, I..."

　　"Don't you look down on Chinese culture? Don't you think your art exhibition is awesome? Let me tell you, China has 5,000 years of history. If we look at the cultural heritage, China is your father!"

　　"well said!"

　　"MD, I'm going to cry!"

　　"I've become crazy and become a fan!"

　　"I'm impressed by the rich second generation who has such upright views!"

　　There was a sound of support all around, and even the old paper straightened his back. Yes, compared to culture, although the form is different, with such a profound historical accumulation, China's culture has never been worse than any other country.

　　"Don't you want to hold an exhibition? You just want to make a lot of money and promote your so-called Renaissance culture. I'm sorry, I don't agree with you. Please leave here!"

　　"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by this?" Bruce suddenly had an unknown premonition in his heart.

　　"It's not interesting. I just want to tell you that this exhibition no longer needs to be held. You can leave this venue with your so-called masterpieces. You can hold art exhibitions wherever you like. You are not welcome here. "

　　"Mr. Zhang, you have no such right. We have signed a contract with the International Convention and Exhibition Center, which has legal effect."

　　"Oh, yes, it does have legal effects. I didn't say that I wanted to break the contract, but I think as long as we are willing to pay the liquidated damages, there will be no problem, right?"

　　After saying that, Zhang Mengyu picked up his cell phone and dialed Hong Yi's number.

　　"Hong Yi, help me check who is the person in charge of the Suzhou International Convention and Exhibition Center?"

　　"Mr. Zhang, what happened?"

　　"It's no big deal, I just want to ask those guys with no eyes and bad mouths to get out of this convention and exhibition center!" Zhang Mengyu briefly described the situation in a few words.

　　"Mr. Zhang, although this convention and exhibition center was built under the supervision of our Tenghui Group, it does not belong to any private organization, but is affiliated with the local cultural department."

　　"I don't want to know this. I just want to know if I can drive them away."

　　"Okay, give me twenty minutes!"

　　"Okay! Also, help me investigate their next itinerary. I want their so-called world art pinnacle touring exhibition to go to even one country!"

　　"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, these are all small things!"

　　"Well, please."

　　...

　　Zhang Menglu's phone call lasted only a few dozen seconds, but people around him were already talking about it.

　　"Mr. Zhang called!"

　　"He's going crazy. I don't know who he contacted."

　　"He can easily take out 50 billion US dollars in cash. Do you think his background is simple?"

　　"It's time to watch the show! I can already feel the nuclear warning ahead!"

　　"Mr. Zhang, give it to Ollie!"

　　"Wonderful!"

　　"Mr. Zhang, what did you just do..."

　　"Oh, it's nothing. Just pack up and prepare to leave!"