Wealth

After hearing Fan Wu's heartless answer, Xia Xue's heart became more entangled, "What the **** does your family do? How can you buy clothes in the mall? It can be produced by your company?"

Originally, if it was the first time, Xia Xue thought that Fan Wubing was just an original singer with musical talent from ordinary family background. Such a person is exactly what his parents’ company needs, and everyone is almost the same in age, and talks about things. There is no problem of inequality.

But now the situation is a little different. Fan Wubing directly threw out 15 million U.S. dollars and changed the new Silk Road Entertainment Company to the surname Fan. He also made his own life experience mysterious, coming and going. They were all foreigners, and they kept calling Fan Wubing to be the boss. The Japanese who looked squinted, when he saw Fan Wubing, he was as respectful as when he saw his father.

This change is really difficult for Xia Xue to understand, but when he went shopping today, he actually said that the clothes of this brand were also produced by his own company, which was really speechless.

Judging from the quality of the clothes of this brand, it seems to be quite good, and the price is even more ridiculous. If Fan Wuyao is the owner of such a clothing company, how much money does he have to invest in?

Who knows that Fan Wuyi replied with a beating, "My family is very ordinary. My mother was a teacher and is still doing education. My dad used to be a worker, but now he is a public servant. My sister does a small business. , Selling computers or something, my brother is relatively unpromising. He is still in college now. It is estimated that he will not be reconciled if he does not combine his master's and doctoral studies."

"What about you?" Xia Xue frowned and asked.

"Me?" Fan Wubing said, pointing to himself, "I was only one day old! Don't you feel it?"

Xia Xue held up her **** to Fan Wubing unceremoniously.

After walking around the street for a while, the two returned to the hotel. After eating some food, he went to the company to discuss matters about cooperating with singing in the evening. At more than four o'clock in the afternoon, Fan Wuyao proposed to eat.

"Isn't it about attending the dinner party? Isn't there anything to eat there?" Xia Xue was very surprised, thinking that Fan Wubing's proposal was unnecessary.

"Cut! Don't use your brain!" Fan Wubing said with a sneer, "These dinners are probably a gathering of celebrities. The media will also be there. Who is ashamed to be among a large number of well-dressed big names sitting in danger, regardless of their image. Chew? So I’m almost certain that even if they put them on the table, they are still some small snacks or fruits, or there should be some drinks, dried fruits, etc. As for other things, you just think so. Forget it."

"Really? It's as if you had participated!" Xia Xue asked suspiciously.

Fan Wuyao rolled his eyes and said, "Believe it or not, anyway, I'm so hungry at night, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"It seems that what you said still makes sense." In the end, Xia Xue still felt that the stomach problem was also more important.

After the two of them put on their stomachs, the time was almost up. After changing their clothes, they rode into Fan's Mercedes-Benz car. Wuzhi Xiaoji heard that the boss was going to the dinner party, and originally wanted to join in the fun. Unfortunately, there is no invitation letter.

"This is very easy. Just say that you are going to donate one million eight hundred thousand dollars. It is estimated that the organization will be very happy to invite you to participate." Fan Wuyi has the most methods and directly provided Wuzhi Xiaoji with the most convenient way.

"Oh, this seems very easy. The boss deserves to be the boss, and the ideas he comes up with are simple and practical!" Wu Zhi Xiaoji immediately praised happily.

"But you can't use the company's money!" Fan Wuyao added at the end.

Wuzhi Xiaoji suddenly sat down and said, "Fan Sang. You are so cruel! I am now a poor man with a billion dollars in debt!"

"One billion!" Fan Wuyi corrected expressionlessly.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, three new Audi cars led by Wu Zhi Xiaoji, guarding Fan's Mercedes-Benz, passed directly through the flow of traffic going home and drove towards the venue with great fanfare.

"Who is such a big pomp?" On both sides of the red carpet leading to the venue. A lot of media reports have been gathered. The long guns and short guns were put up. After seeing the team of Fan Wubing, everyone was a little surprised. This specification is not low!

"It's not that I haven't seen a Mercedes-Benz. There are many Mercedes-Benz running on the streets of Shanghai." A young man said with some disdain.

"Brother, don't you understand this?" a senior mentor taught him a lesson. "Look at that Mercedes-Benz license plate. How do you feel? I see the difference! That is the earliest batch of private license plates in China! Look at this Mercedes-Benz car, which is also the style of six or seven years ago. At that time. There are not many people in the country who can afford to drive a Mercedes-Benz private car, right?"

"According to you, there might really be a big man in the car!" The young man who remembered before was also kind, and asked in surprise.

"It must be a big man, but I don't know the origin." The senior Ji replied very positively.

As soon as the convoy stopped, a staff member ran over to open the door, and then looked at the invitation letter. After confirmation, Fan Wuyi, a very energetic black casual wear, walked on the red carpet hand in hand with Xia Xue in a white dress. hall.

"Did you know that apart from a large-scale event, there is another significance to the fact that a man and a woman walk the red carpet together." Fan Wubing saw that Xia Xue seemed to be holding his arm nervously, so he lowered. The sound smiled at her.

Doesn’t it mean that the red carpet is also popular at weddings for couples, Xia Xue secretly murmured in her heart that there are too many media accounts outside the venue, and their pair is so eye-catching, flashing flashes. If you keep taking photos, it's like fighting.

Xia Xue clutched Fan Wuxue's arm tightly, and the two entered the venue.

The banquet hall can accommodate about 1,000 people. In fact, only less than 500 people are arranged. The front stage has been cleaned up, and all the equipment is of first-class standard. It doesn't look like a temporary gimmick at all.

The waiters in uniform are from an old-fashioned foreign-related hotel in Shanghai and are experienced.

Fan Wubing and Xia Xue found their place according to the serial number on the invitation letter. After they were seated, they looked to both sides and found that more than half of the people in 66 continue land, basically middle-aged people. . There are very few old and young people. Of course, there are also some popular singers or movie stars among these people. They are all coming to cheer. By the way, they also increase their popularity on this occasion.

After all, charitable activities are still relatively positive. There was a charity event in Hong Kong that invited a local big name to participate, but the big name rejected it on the grounds that the schedule could not be arranged. Afterwards, the media and the general public criticized the population for a while. If it weren't for this person's background is too hard, he would be a big brother in the Hong Kong entertainment circle, and his reputation would have long been discredited.

Even so, he finally pretended to confess in front of the public and the media for a long time, and went to charity organizations to donate a lot of money to cover up the storm.

"No illness, look over there, isn't that Hong Kong's jade singer Chen Bisong?" Xia Xue glanced across the scene, and suddenly the target appeared. Then he pulled Fan Wuyao to show him.

"What kind of girl?" Fan Wubing looked at the direction of Xia Xue's fingers, and recognized the person, so he said contemptuously, "* Only, she sings a song that sounds much uglier than you, don't you? I know, in fact, her former profession was shooting tertiary movies."

"Level 3 film? Why haven't I watched it?" Xia Xue asked blankly.

Although they have lived in the United States for many years, it is naturally impossible for Xia Donghai and his wife to let their daughter see these things. No one has explained to her the concept of film classification, so Xia Xue basically has no concept of the tertiary films mentioned by Fan Wubing, but seeing Fan Wubing's look of contempt, intuition that this is not a good thing. .

"This question-well, it is the kind that is not suitable for children-men and women. The kind that rolls together naked-you still came back from the United States, why don't you even have this common sense, I really convinced you- —"Fan Wuyao explained it again and again, feeling a little embarrassed, but you can't let Xia Xue check it out on the Internet.

The current Internet is still in a few university laboratories, and Aunt Baidu and Google have not yet appeared in this world. Whether it's to inquire about some professional knowledge. I still can't find some hot video clips.

"Hey, I really miss the Internet age!" Fan Wuyao shook his head with some regret. Suddenly Fan Wubing felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he was a little cold, like the feeling of a frog being stared at by a cobra. He turned his head and found that Xia Xue was staring at him, and there seemed to be something murderous in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask a little cowardly, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Seeing Xia Xue still staring at herself and not speaking, Fan Wuyao suddenly reacted, thinking that this third-level movie must be the cause of the trouble. Probably every innocent girl hopes that the image of the goddess in her boyfriend's heart is only herself! Even when it is yy!

But between the two of us, there is really no such complicated entangled relationship between men and women! Fan Wubing shrugged his shoulders. The matter of heart and emotion is really troublesome! So he turned his gaze and saw that there was a small snack on the table, he picked up a fork to fork a small piece, and handed it to Xia Xuedao, "Xiaoxue Meimei, please turn your grief and anger into appetite!"

"Pump, you treat me as a pig!" Xia Xue was amused by Fan Wu's serious expression, and said to her heart that she had just eaten dinner, and now you let me eat dessert again. Isn't that making people fatten up?

However, the dim sum at the dinner party was indeed more tempting. Seeing that Fan Wubing had already killed three pieces without anyone else, Xia Xue couldn't help but taste it. The taste is really unique. It is definitely a chef from a five-star hotel. Out of the boutique.

It didn't take long for Wuzhi Xiaoji to also come in, with a well-dressed look. The servant soon found the positions of Fan Wuyi and Xia Xuedi, and ran over and sat down. Since there was no invitation letter, Wuzhi’s little machine was led in by the staff. Seeing that he had an acquaintance in the venue, the staff who followed Wuzhi’s little machine in the meeting simply re-arranged his seat and changed the original seat. The number plate of the one sitting next to Fan Wubing was placed on a table elsewhere.

There were a total of six guests sitting around a table, and Fan Wubing, Xia Xue, and Wuzhi Xiaoji occupied three positions. Another guest is a middle-aged person, wearing a pair of gold-wire glasses, and looks like a scroll all over his body. As for the remaining two positions, no one has come yet.

Wuzhi Xiaoji was quite gentle in front of outsiders, especially when he saw the middle-aged man who was sitting opposite, he felt that he could not lose his share. Also sits properly.

So this table is a bit interesting. The middle-aged man with glasses and Wu Zhi Xiaoji sat opposite each other with big eyes and small eyes, and said nothing, while Fan Wubing and Xia Xue were talking and laughing while eating snacks. , The contrast is so stark.

Seeing Fan Wubing looting the six plates on the table one by one, Wuzhi Xiaoji felt that his saliva secretion became more and more vigorous, so he couldn't help asking. "Fan Sang, is this dim sum so attractive?"

"You'll know if you taste it." Fan Wubing took the Wuzhi Xiaoji's plate in a good manner, and called him a lot of past.

"Yo Xi, Yo Xi!" Wu Zhi Xiaoji ate two bites, then smiled and praised, "Fan Sang, this snack is much better than what I can eat at your house!"

"Nonsense! My mom made the food here. The chef made it here. Can it be compared with each other?" Fan Wuyao said very unhappily, "My mom made dim sum. Looking at the world, it's okay. You, an outsider, have tasted it, don’t you still feel unsatisfied?"

"It's rude, it's rude!" When Wuzhi Xiaoji saw that the boss was upset, he suddenly knew that he had said something wrong, and he quickly apologized.

Think about it, too! Although Fan Wu's mother Zhang Mei made dim sum not as good as the chefs in five-star hotels, she was also a county-level cadre anyway! Even if this county-level cadre is worthless, then. As the mother of Fan Wuyi who holds a pivotal position in the world financial world, this weight is too heavy!

What a blessing and luck to be able to taste the snacks made by the mother of billionaire Fan Wuyi!

Wuzhi Xiaoji immediately realized his mistake, and slapped his face twice with great sadness, begging Fan Wubing to take him with him next time he went home. He also vowed to say that he was proud of eating the snacks made by Zhang Mei. This honor was more precious than the honor he was awarded by His Majesty the Emperor.

"Okay, okay!" Fan Wubing was amused by Wuzhi Xiaoji, and said with a chuckle, "Your mouth is getting less and less reliable! If you stay in China for a few more years , I guess you can talk about cross talk!"

"Are you Japanese?" The middle-aged man with glasses on the opposite side was a little surprised. He asked Wuzhi Xiaoji.

This charity dinner. It is mainly aimed at some powerful and enthusiastic owners of public welfare sites in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan and Big Six. It is actually a sponsorship party. Therefore, foreigners have not been invited to participate before. If Wuzhi Xiaoji hadn't come to the organization and said that he was willing to sponsor two million yuan to the other party, he would not be an exception.

Therefore, after the middle-aged man with glasses learned that Wuzhi Xiaoji was actually a Japanese, he suddenly felt very incredible. If you know that the non-Chinese in the venue, it is Wuzhi Xiaoji!

Could it be that the situation is a bit unusual? The middle-aged man with glasses shook his head, it is difficult to understand ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but Wuzhi Xiaoji opened the chatterbox and started a conversation with the middle-aged man with glasses.

After a while, there were people in the two spare seats, a man and a woman, not too old, just in their twenties, wearing big sunglasses and covering half of their face. I can't tell whether it's beautiful or ugly, and the two people talk in English, and they can't stop talking like no one else.

However, what the two people said is a bit unreliable, to the effect that they went to the hotel last night to toss for a night or something. It’s not the first time that a man said that a woman’s land, and a woman said that a man’s thoughts. Too outdated words.

Originally, the two of them thought that their London suburban accent would not be heard. After all, most of the people who participated in this kind of activity were mobsters. There were very few who could speak English, but they did not expect the four present here. Among the audience, three have not been back from the United States long, and another middle-aged man with glasses seems to know this well.

As a result, the expressions of several people are a little weird and a little wonderful.

"Oh, ***! It's disgusting to run into such two ghosts!" Fan Wubing couldn't help but say to Xia Xue after being forced to listen for a while.