Chapter 77: A tangled charity dinner

After hearing Fan Wubing's heartless answer, Xia Xue became even more confused, "What exactly is your family doing? How can you buy a piece of clothing from the mall? Can it be produced by your company?"

Originally, if Xia Xue initially thought Fan Wubing was just an original singer with an ordinary family background and talented music, such a person was exactly what his parents' company needed, and everyone was almost the same age as that, when it comes to things, there was no problem of ambiguousness.

But now the situation is a little different. Fan Wubing directly threw out 15 million US dollars and changed the new Silk Road Entertainment Company to Fan's surname, but also made his life experience mysterious. The people coming and going were all foreigners, and they kept calling Fan Wubing as their boss. The lustful Japanese man was as respectful when he saw Fan Wubing as his own father.

This change is really hard for Xia Xue to understand. 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 outrageous. If Fan Wubing is the boss of such a clothing company, how much does he have to invest in it?

Who knew that Fan Wubing replied with great urgency, "My family is very ordinary. My mother has been a teacher and is still in education now. My father used to be a worker, but now he is a public servant. My sister does some small business and sells computers. My brother is relatively unpromising. He is still in college. He probably won't be willing to study for a master's degree and a doctorate."

"What about you?" Xia Xue asked with a frown.

"Me?" Fan Wubing pointed at himself and said, "I only took one day! Didn't you notice it?"

Xia Xue raised her middle finger at Fan Wubing without hesitation.

After moving around the street for a while, they returned to the hotel, had some food, and then went to the company to discuss the matter of singing together in the evening. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Fan Wubing proposed to have a meal.

"Didn't you say you're attending a dinner? Is there nothing to eat there?" Xia Xue felt very strange and thought Fan Wubing's proposal was a waste of time.

"Tsk! You don't think about it!" Fan Wubing said with a sneer, "These dinners are probably a gathering of celebrities and the media will also be present. Who would be embarrassed to chew on a large number of big names sitting upright and upright? So I'm almost certain that even if they put food on the table, they would have some snacks or fruits, or something like wine, drinks, dried fruits, etc. As for others, don't even think about it."

"Really? It's like you've participated!" Xia Xue asked with some doubts.

Fan Wubing turned his eyes and said, "Believe it or not, I'm so hungry that I'm urinating at night. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

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

After the two of them put their stomachs on, the time was almost over. After changing into their clothes, they got into Fan Wubing's Mercedes-Benz. Wuzhi heard that the boss was going to attend the dinner, so he wanted to join in the fun, but unfortunately there was no invitation letter.

"This is very easy. Just say you are going to donate one million. The organizer will probably be very happy to invite you to participate." Fan Wubing had the most solutions and directly provided the most convenient way for Wuzhi Xiaoji.

"Oh, this seems very easy. The boss is worthy of being the boss. The ideas he came up with are simple and practical!" Wu Zhixiaoji immediately praised happily.

"But you can't use the company's money!" Fan Wubing added.

Wu Zhi Xiaoji sat down with a sad face and said, "Fan Sang, you are so cruel! I am now a poor man in debt of one billion US dollars!"

"Eighteen billion!" Fan Wubing corrected his expressionlessly.

At seven o'clock in the evening, three new Audi cars led by Wuzhi Xiaoji guarded Fan Wubing's Mercedes-Benz, passed through the traffic back home, and drove towards the venue with great fanfare.

"Who is such a big show?" Many media reporters gathered on both sides of the red carpet leading to the venue, and they were erected with long guns and short cannons. After seeing Fan Wubing's convoy, everyone was a little surprised. This specification is not low!

"It's not that I've seen Mercedes-Benz cars. There are so many Mercedes-Benz cars running on the streets of Shanghai." A young reporter said with some disdain.

"Brother, you don't understand this, right?" A senior reporter taught him a lesson. "What do you think of the Mercedes-Benz license plate? You 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 from six or seven years ago. At that time, there were not many people in the country who could afford to drive a Mercedes-Benz private car, right?"

"According to what you said, there may be big shots in the car!" The young reporter had been kind enough to ask in surprise.

"It must be a big shot, but I just don't know the origin." The senior reporter replied with great certainty.

As soon as the convoy stopped, a staff member ran over to open the car door. Then, after seeing the invitation letter, Fan Wubing, who was dressed in a very energetic black casual outfit, walked onto the red carpet with Xia Xue in white dress and went straight into the hall.

"Do you know that a man and a woman walk on the red carpet together has another meaning besides a large-scale event." Fan Wubing saw that Xia Xue seemed to be holding her arm nervously, and smiled at her in a low voice.

Isn't it just that the red carpets are popular at the wedding of the newlyweds? Xia Xue muttered in her heart that there are too many media reporters outside the venue, and their pair is so eye-catching, with flashing lights constantly illuminating, just like a war.

Xia Xue grabbed Fan Wubing's arm tightly and the two entered the venue.

The banquet hall can accommodate about a thousand people, but in fact there are only less than five hundred people seats. The stage in front has been even more focused on cleaning up. All the equipment is first-class and does not look like a temporary gimmick.

The waiters wearing uniform clothing are from an old foreign-related hotel in Shanghai, with experienced experience.

Fan Wubing and Xia Xue found their place according to the serial number on the invitation letter. After sitting down, they looked at both sides and found that more than half of the people had come one after another. Basically, most of them were middle-aged, and very few were old and young. Of course, there were also some popular singers or movie stars among these people who came to support them, and by the way they also increased their popularity on such occasions.

After all, charity activities are quite positive. There was a Hong Kong charity event in the past that a local celebrity was invited to participate, but the big name refused on the grounds that the schedule could not be arranged. Afterwards, the media and the public criticized this for a while. If it weren't for the fact that this person's backstage was too tough and he was a big brother-level figure in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, he would have long been discredited.

Even so, he finally pretended to repent in front of the public and the media for a long time, and then donated a lot of money to the charity organization, which concealed the storm.

"Wujian, look over there. Isn't that the Hong Kong jade singer Chen Bisong?" Xia Xue glanced at the scene and suddenly found the target, so she pulled Fan Wujian and asked him to see.

"What jade girl?" Fan Wubing looked in Xia Xue's finger direction and recognized the man. So he said contemptuously, "It's just a lustful girl. She sings much worse than you. You don't know. In fact, her old mastery was filming third-level films."

"Class III film? Why haven't I watched it?" Xia Xue asked blankly.

Although he has lived in the United States for many years, it is natural that Xia Donghai and his wife cannot let their daughter watch these things, and no one has explained the concept of grading for this movie. Therefore, Xia Xue basically had no idea about the third-level films mentioned by Fan Wubing. She just saw Fan Wubing with a contempt look and felt that this was not a good thing.

"This problem - alas, it's not suitable for children - men and women, rolling together naked - you still came back from the United States, why don't you even have this common sense? I really believe you-" Fan Wubing explained it with a slight silence, and he felt a little embarrassed, but you can't let Xia Xue check it online by himself.

The Internet is still only stuck in a few university laboratories, while Baidu Aunt and Google have not appeared in this world yet. Whether it is to query some professional knowledge or find some popular videos, they are unable to start.

"Oh, I really miss the Internet era!" Fan Wubing shook his head with some regret.

Suddenly, Fan Wubing felt something was wrong, as if he was a little chilling on his body, as if a frog was 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. He couldn't help but ask timidly, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Seeing that Xia Xue was still staring at her and not talking, Fan Wubing suddenly reacted and thought that it must be the third-level film that caused trouble. Perhaps every innocent little girl hopes that her boyfriend has the only image of the goddess in her boyfriend! Even when she is yy!

But there is really no such complicated entangled relationship between us! Fan Wubing shrugged his shoulders, thinking that emotional matters are really troublesome! So he turned his eyes and saw that there were small snacks on the table, so he picked up a fork and forked a small piece, and handed it to Xia Xue, "Beautiful girl Xiaoxue, please turn your grief and anger into your appetite!"

"Puchi, you think I'm a pig!" Xia Xue was amused by Fan Wubing's serious expression, and thought to herself that she had just used dinner, and now you asked me to eat dessert again. Isn't this a big gain?

However, the dim sum at the dinner was indeed quite attractive. Seeing that Fan Wubing had already killed three pieces of rice nowhere, Xia Xue couldn't help but taste it and found that the taste was indeed quite unique. It was definitely a fine product made by chefs from five-star hotels.

Not long after, Wu Zhi's small machine also came in, looking well-dressed. The guy quickly found the seats of Fan Wubing and Xia Xue, and ran over and sat down.

Since there was no invitation letter, Wu Zhi Xiaoji was brought in by the staff. Seeing that he had an acquaintance in the venue, the staff who followed Wu Zhi Xiaoji simply re-arranged his seat and put the license plate of the person who was originally sitting next to Fan Wubing on another table.

There were six guests sitting around a table, including Fan Wubing, Xia Xue and Wu Zhi Xiaoji. There was also a middle-aged guest who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked like he was full of books. As for the remaining two positions, no one has come yet.

Wu Zhi's little kid is quite gentle in front of outsiders, especially when he saw the middle-aged man who looked like a scholar sitting opposite him, he felt that he could not lose his share and was sitting properly.

Therefore, the table was a bit interesting. The middle-aged man with glasses and Wu Zhi and Xiao Ji sat opposite each other with wide eyes, without saying a word, while Fan Wubing and Xia Xue were eating snacks with laughter and laughter. The contrast was very clear.

Seeing Fan Wubing looting the six plates on the table one by one, Wu Zhixiaoji felt that his saliva was getting stronger and stronger, so he couldn't help asking, "Fan Sang, is this snack so attractive?"

"You will know if you try it." Fan Wubing took Wu Zhi's small machine's plate very well and transferred a lot for him.

"Yoxi, Yoxi!" Wu Zhixiaoji took a few bites, then praised with a smile, "Fan Sang, this snack is much better than what I have eaten at your house!"

"Nonsense! My mother made it, and the chef made it here. Can it be compared together?" Fan Wubing said in a very unhappy manner. "My mother made the snacks, looking at the world, you, an outsider, have tasted them. Do you still feel unsatisfied?"

"I'm rude, I'm rude!" Wu Zhi's little Ji was unhappy when he saw the boss, and immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly apologized.

Just think about it! Although Fan Wubing's mother Zhang Mei is not as delicious as the chefs in a five-star hotel, she is also a county-level cadre at least! Even if this county-level cadre is not worth a lot, then as Fan Wubing's mother, who occupies an important position in the world's financial world, this amount is too heavy!

How happy and lucky it is to taste the snacks made by the mother of billionaire Fan Wubing!

Wu Zhi's little kid immediately realized his mistake and slapped his face twice with great pain, asking Fan Wubing to bring him with him next time he went home, and sweared that he was proud of eating the snacks made by Zhang Mei. This honor was even more precious than being awarded by His Majesty the Emperor.

"Okay, OK!" Fan Wubing was amused by Wu Zhi's little kid, and waved his hand 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 go to say crosstalk!"

"Are you Japanese?" The middle-aged man with glasses opposite was a little surprised and asked Wu Zhixiao.

This charity dinner was mainly held for some bosses from Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan and mainland China who are strong and enthusiastic about charity. It was actually a sponsored party, so foreigners were not invited to attend before. If Wu Zhi Xiaoji had not gone to the organizer to say that he was willing to sponsor two million yuan to the other party, he would probably not be the exception.

Therefore, when the middle-aged man with glasses learned that Wu Zhi Xiaoji was actually a Japanese, he suddenly felt very incredible. You must know that the non-Chinese people in the venue were Wu Zhi Xiaoji!

Could it be that this guy is a bit extraordinary? The middle-aged man with glasses shook his head, which was difficult to understand.

But Wu Zhi's little kid opened up the conversation and started talking to the middle-aged man with glasses.

After a while, there were finally people in the two spare seats, one man and the other woman, not very old, even in her twenties, wearing big sunglasses, covering half of her face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was beautiful or ugly. Moreover, the two of them spoke in English, talking nonstop as if no one else was around.

However, what the two of them said was a bit unreliable. The general idea was that the two went to the hotel for a night last night. The man said that it was not the first time for a woman, and the woman said that the man's thoughts were too outdated.

Originally, the two of them thought that their suburban London accent would not be heard. After all, most of the people participating in this kind of event were nouveau riche, and very few could speak English. However, they did not expect that among the four listeners here, three of them had not been back from the United States for a long time, and another middle-aged man with glasses seemed to be well aware of this.

So, the expressions of several people became a little strange and exciting.
Chapter completed!