Chapter 70 Noble (4)

On the second long dining table in the banquet room, sat a pair of brown-haired aristocratic father and son.

The owner of the Brandon family and the young master of Brandon stared at Jiang Jianming as if they had seen a ghost.

From yesterday to today, it has been a nightmare two days for the Brandon family.

The second child of Brandon's family is used to being arrogant, and the place he goes in and out is also a high-end place like West Galaxy Street. People recognize his face and the name of Brandon's family. Even without guards, no one dares to offend.

Who would have thought that he came back with a bruised face yesterday and said that he was beaten by a disabled civilian? ?

And his two useless followers were stunned on the spot, allowing the culprit to leave gracefully.

——To be honest, at first, the Brandon family didn’t believe it at all. He just thought that this incompetent kid was doing things outside again, provoked some big people who shouldn’t be provoked, and was taught a lesson.

until the video went viral.

Second Young Master Brandon was overly frightened, and after finally recuperating, he was helped out of the treatment cabin.

As a result, when I opened the Empire Intelligence Network, I saw a short video of myself being smashed and stomped on the face by a disabled human.

In the video, even if the face of the disabled civilians is slapped, they can see that they are full of unrestrained and light-heartedness, while the new human aristocrats are from aloof to ugly.

The screams when falling to the ground, the pouted ass, the terrified eyes, the flesh on the face that was squeezed into a ball... The edited video that lasted for more than a minute showed this ugly state naked in front of the citizens of the Empire .

The poor Second Young Master Brandon, who was used to being arrogant, turned purple on his face and even his neck on the spot. He pointed at the video and shook his whole body. He held it for a few seconds without saying a word. Instead, he rolled his eyes and froze. past.

What a shame, what a shame!

Such humiliation was enough for him to be unable to lift his head in Aslan for the rest of his life.

Second Young Master Brandon did not dare to attend this banquet. The head of the Brandon family and the eldest young man always had a stiff smile, and they were ashamed and angry—I don’t know how many people secretly cast strange glances at them, making them look like a beam on their backs.

They hadn't figured out how to torture this daring pariah to death, but Jiang Jianming actually appeared at the banquet like an evil ghost!

Brandon and his son are puzzled. How did he come in as a commoner?

"My God, classmate Jiang, you..."

Beimaner hurriedly came with her skirt, she was also dressed up today, but she walked quickly to Jiang Jianming, who was being watched by all kinds of contemptuous eyes: "It's really worthy of you."

Jiang Jianming was eating salad with a fork. He accurately forked a cherry tomato in a small plate of lettuce, lettuce, purple cabbage and other vegetables. He heard the sound and raised his head with a smile: "Maner? Don't be here with me, the occasion is special. , too much for you to lose..."

Beiman'er turned back and said happily, "Dad! This is the friend I said!"

Jiang Jianming: "..."

—Oh, it seems that Bermaner brought him in.

Young Master Brandon understood immediately. He looked back and saw the stiff and embarrassed face of the Pei family's head, and laughed inwardly.

What a stupid woman, this time offended the Lance family, no... don't need to offend, just let the Lance family frown because of the rudeness of the commoners. Even if the Bei family is a meritorious noble, the future will not be easy. .

"Oh, it's Xiao Jiang."

Over there, the head of the Tang family came over first with a wine glass. The middle-aged man smiled at Jiang Jianming, "My poor little son is yours to take care of."

"Major General Tang." Jiang Jianming stood up, raised his glass and gave a toast, "Nothing, Tang Zhen has been taking care of me all these years."

Beimaner's father had to bite the bullet and greet Jiang Jianming politely, and then pulled Beimaner away.

He walked to the corner and whispered to his daughter: "This is too inappropriate, Man'er, if you want to bring your friend in, at least you have to buy him some clothes."

"Ah?" Beiman'er said in confusion, "I didn't bring him in... Strange, I thought it was Major General Tang who brought him in."

It's a pity that Young Master Brandon didn't hear Miss Bei's doubtful murmur.

He only saw the heads of the Bei family and the Tang family. They walked up to each other and said a word or two before leaving. He even believed that these two families had "overturned the car" - look, bring in the untouchables who don't understand etiquette, shame and shame It's big.

Brandon stepped forward reassuringly.

In the corner of the dining table, Jiang Jianming was stretching his knife and fork to a plate of beef stewed in red and fragrant red wine, when a shadow suddenly shrouded in front of him.

He reluctantly raised his head again, and first saw a dark golden badge pinned to the dress.

- The military emblem of the Golden Sun.

More than 60 years have passed since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, and the atmosphere of honoring military merit in the empire is still very strong, but the true spirit of hard-working, hard-working and thrifty soldiers has begun to fade.

So people often wear military badges and medals on their dresses to show their reputation and status.

The eldest young master of the Brandon family stood in front of Jiang Jianming with a sarcastic expression on his face, holding a wine glass.

He bowed slightly, and the military emblem of the Imperial Guard of the Golden Sun Wheel flashed on his chest with the movement.

"Good wine, to this maverick friend."

Young Master Brandon pressed one hand on the dining table beside Jiang Jianming, opened his lips and teeth unhurriedly, and raised his glass sarcastically.

"It's my ignorance. It's the first time I saw such an out-of-the-box dress, I couldn't help but ask... Which style is this, and it came from Master Fang?"

Jiang Jianming ate his dinner indifferently, "...Small workshop craftsmanship, presumably not in your eyes."

The military emblem of the golden sun wheel made him feel dazzling, and even made him want to unscrew this guy.

More eyes gathered in the hall, all people watching the excitement.

Beimaner was about to step forward, but his father held his hand, "Dad!"

The head of the Bei family shook his head and said disapprovingly: "Maner, don't be self-willed, this time it's your friend who is too rude. Don't be afraid, Brandon and the others don't dare to make a big deal of the banquet at the Lance family. ."

"—Small workshop? Don't joke, friends, pariahs and small workshop craftsmanship are also worthy of appearing at Lord Lance's dinner party?"

At the dining table, Brandon lowered his head and looked down at the black-haired young man who was sitting, using this action to cover up the sternness in his eyes and the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"It's you, the pariah of West Galaxy Street," he said in a volume that only two people could hear.

"Don't be so arrogant, we've already checked you... Jiang Jianming, eh? A mere graduate of Kaios, he's a little bold."

"Thank you, it's okay," Jiang Jianming said calmly, "but if it's your younger brother, maybe I'm too bold. Did my rudeness scare him that day?"

He said, the silver fork picked up a small piece of beef dipped in sauce, and suddenly chuckled.

"I really want to apologize to him again, but it seems that I didn't see my brother at the banquet."

Jiang Jianming: "I take the liberty to ask, did he go to the bathroom?"

Before he finished speaking, Young Master Brandon's face had turned ashen.

"Untouchables who don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink!" He murmured angrily, raised his hand and poured the glass, and the full red wine was poured down at Jiang Jianming's head!

There were already some noble ladies around who were screaming softly. It was too late to speak, Jiang Jianming kicked his boots on the ground, stood up with the plate in front of him, and took two steps back at the same time.

Wow... the red wine almost wiped his hair and fell.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Jiang Jianming's expression did not change.

He stood upright, holding a plate in one hand and a silver fork in the other, calmly sending the beef into his mouth and chewing slowly.

As expected of the collision of high-grade ingredients, high-grade sauces and high-grade chefs, it is absolutely delicious.

Brandon: "..."

Surrounding audience: "..."

Brandon raised his glass in disbelief, and the red wine was still dripping down.

Immediately, the embarrassing breath and the red wine fragrance diffused together.

The wine splashing was avoided so thoroughly, it was already subtle enough.

Unexpectedly, after the other party avoided, he didn't even look at him, and his face did not change for a while...

Ugh, stand there and continue eating! ?

Among the onlookers, a young man raised his eyebrows woodenly: "Is my brain broken, how do I feel..."

The girl covered her shy face: "He is so cute."

Jiang Jianming heard it, but he couldn't understand.

——He was clearly just eating seriously, these nobles were just too full, and they looked cute in everything.

Jiang Jianming took two steps to the side with the plate in his hand, and sat down again on a seat that was not splashed by the red wine. Continue to eat.

The onlookers were excited and couldn't help but say to the girl next to him, "Have you seen that video? It's him, he was provoked by Brandon without knowing it, and he communicated seriously."

The girl blushed even more: "It's him, he's really cute and handsome."

Jiang Jianming swallowed the food in his mouth, and then stretched his knife and fork to a plate of baked mashed potatoes with cheese and cheese that was golden and slightly charred.

——It was Eden Star City that fed you too much, and he was obviously saving Aslan at that time.

"you……"

Brandon stood there angrily, his face turning from blue to purple, just as his brother had been before he passed out.

At this moment, he also personally felt the humiliation his brother felt on West Galaxy Street——

When he realized that his existence and threat were not even a bite of dinner in the eyes of this commoner.

Endless anger rushed to Brandon's mind instantly.

His background, his talents, his military rank, all the honors and honors he was born with - made him never, and never imagined that one day, he would be slapped in the face with such a great disgrace. .

a civilian.

He squeezed the glass in his hand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bursting out.

A pariah, a creature that should look up at itself all the time, a thing that should live in mud and a stinky ditch...

Brandon's eyes were blood red, and his breathing was getting thicker... How dare he, why dare...

Under the fury, all etiquette has been left behind. Brandon even forgot that he was at the banquet of the noble Lance family, he rushed forward two steps and raised the wine glass in his hand——

This guy is done, Brandon thought as he slammed down.

A disabled human being, even if he can avoid the splashing of the drink, can he still be intact under the slap of his dignified Golden Sun-Lun soldier?

Jiang Jianming's eyes narrowed.

He didn't look at the glassware that whistled.

When the exclamation blew past his ears with the sound of the wind, the first and only remnant crystal officer in the history of Yin Beidou raised his wrist.

There was only a silver fork in his hand.

The silver fork stabbed out, drawing a sharp track.

Ding……!

With a crisp sound, the glass was smashed into pieces.

Time seems to be stretched countless times at this moment.

The three sharp tips of the silver fork are bathed in extravagant chandelier lights, piercing the air, passing through the flying glass fragments, and magnifying in Brandon's terrified eyes!

"Baby, pariah!"

The glass dropped, Brandon hugged his head and exclaimed, "How dare you—ah!!!"

tear.

It was the sound of fabric tearing.

The music stopped, and even the conversation at the top-end dining table was interrupted, and almost all the eyes of the audience were gathered here.

People nearby saw a golden sun wheel's military emblem flying up, jingling on the floor, and jumping high again.

Under the extravagant light, this badge, which symbolized glory and loyalty, drew an arc of golden afterimages, jumped several times, and finally rolled into the pool of red wine that had just been spilled on the ground.

It stops in expensive red wine.

In a trance, it is also like sleeping in a pool of blood of a real martyr.

Young Master Brandon swayed, and sat down on the ground with a faceless face, his teeth chattering, and his whole body trembled.

At that moment, he suddenly saw the killing intent attacking like the giant claws of the devil, piercing his heart.

Brandon raised his hand in a cold sweat, his chest intact.

It's just that the delicate and expensive dress was torn by a fork, and the original golden sun wheel badge disappeared.

His lips quivered and he lifted his gray face.

Just... what happened?

"The military badge of the Golden Sun Wheel."

At the dining table, Jiang Jianming was still sitting there upright, and the momentum just now was fleeting like a dream.

The young man lowered his pale wrist indifferently, the silver fork held by his fingers rested on the corner of the table, and a drop of bright red wine fell from the tip of the fork.

"You too?"