xxx Hotel, the venue for business gatherings.
There are many sneaky reporters lurking outside the door and in the underground garage.
The security here is strict, they can't go in without invitation, they can only worry outside.
"I heard that Qi Linqing is also here this time," said the man in the peaked cap.
"Damn!" Another short man burst into tears, "If I knew he was coming, I would have gotten an invitation anyway."
Anyone with a discerning eye knows how popular Qi Linqing is now.
If you can get his exclusive news, it is equivalent to a hot search preview.
Peaked cap: "Give up, they and us are not in the same world."
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Linlang luxury cars were parked at the gate, and the security guards were busy backing them into the garage.
The dinner contracted an entire floor of the hotel, resplendent and brightly lit.
The champagne glasses are piled up like a tower, and the exquisite buffet desserts and meals are piled up like a mountain.
Waiters in suits shuttled through the time with soft drinks.
People gathered in twos and threes to chat and laugh happily.
When Fu Hanri first walked in, he was surrounded by several directors.
"Fu Yingdi, do you still have a schedule next year?"
"Add a contact information, there is a chance to cooperate next time..."
Fu Hanri answered a few words perfunctorily, then took a sip from the wine glass next to him.
The friend saw Fu Hanri, walked up to him, raised his eyebrows with great interest and said:
"I remember you complained about this party last year, and said that you would never come again."
Fu Hanri was noncommittal, picked up half a piece of pizza, and said while eating: "It's free to eat and drink, and I won't suffer."
Of course my friend knew that Fu Hanri was joking.
With the other party's worth, how could he care about a mere meal.
"Qi Lele is also here today, you don't want to get back together with him, do you?" The friend winked.
Fu Hanri turned cold, "Don't mention him, bad luck."
Friend: "...?"
As soon as Fu Hanri turned his face away, he inadvertently met Qi Lele's eyes.
"you-"
"roll."
Fu Hanri said coldly. He was really tired of the other party's entanglement.
Qi Lele was so angry that she turned her face away, wondering who cares.
At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd not far away.
Fu Hanri raised his head subconsciously.
When he saw the two men walking side by side, a subtle tingle flashed in his heart.
The surrounding response was enthusiastic.
Many people came forward to strike up a conversation, surrounded by stars like the moon.
For a while, the pair of young people who had just entered the venue became a social center.
As the number one internet celebrity brother, Zhong Chen started his own company, so he already has the right to speak in the circle.
It is understandable that everyone wants to establish a personal relationship with him.
But the strange thing is that everyone is obviously more enthusiastic about Qi Linqing and praises him constantly.
Maybe it's because his identity is different here, so he stands out.
Compared with the stars, directors and other people in the entertainment circle around him, Qi Linqing is an artist.
Seeing this, my friend sighed, "In these days, cultural people are respected no matter where they go."
Fu Hanri was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but think of his father.
He has been in business all his life, and he is also so arty, and he likes to buy antiques.
If father were here, he would definitely like Qi Linqing very much.
The friend noticed his gaze and said, "I remember you said you were going to marry the Qi family, why didn't you come after that?"
Fu Hanri had no expression on his face, "Qi Lele and I are over. Qi Linqing is not interested in me again. Could it be that I will marry Qi Yingjun, the eldest brother of the Qi family?"
Although he didn't want to admit it, Qi Yingjun was indeed his former love rival.
Even if he is widowed to death, he will never develop with this person.
Friend: "It seems... not impossible."
Fu Hanri snorted coldly, "Don't worry, I don't care about stupid bears. Even if he is the only man left in the world, I won't have anything to do with him."
Friend: "???"
Stupid bear, go crazy.
Is it really good to describe the president of the Qi Group like this
Qi family.
Qi Yingjun, who was dealing with official business in the study, sneezed suddenly.
"Tch, who is missing me?" He sniffed hard.
There was a lot of toasting at the banquet.
Fu Wen managed to squeeze through the crowd, raised his glass to Qi Linqing, and said with a smile, "You are so popular."
"Where?" Qi Linqing twitched the corner of his mouth.
Probably when he was used to the neglected weeds, in fact he was still somewhat unaccustomed to the life of being the focus of the crowd.
Fortunately, the people who had surrounded him just now had gone elsewhere.
"I'm a little bored." Qi Linqing raised his hand and loosened his tie.
Fu Wen suggested: "Then shall we go to the balcony to blow some air? Discuss about the architectural drawings."
Qi Linqing nodded and turned to look.
Zhong Chen held the dessert in his left hand, and was talking with several rich investment businessmen.
He was beaming when he talked about the things in his field of expertise.
Qi Linqing's eyes paused on him for a few seconds, then he approached and said, "Fu Wen and I went to the balcony to get some fresh air."
"It's fine, you can go." Zhong Chen casually grabbed a piece of pineapple fried rice from the side and stuffed it into his hand, "Eat something by the way."
"Thanks."
Qi Linqing took the hot fried rice and Fu Wen to the balcony.
Fu Wen was a little envious.
But I can't say where exactly.
He leaned on the balcony railing, fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
He sighed deeply.
Only then did Qi Linqing notice that Fu Wen was still wearing flip-flops under his suit pants.
Mingming refused to be disheveled at the banquet, and I don't know how the security guard let him in.
Fu Wen: "Have you received the bank transfer I gave you?"
Qi Linqing did receive a large transfer some time ago.
He was still wondering who made this transfer.
"Why are you giving me money?"
Fu Wen grinned, "Because the design drawings you gave are awesome, this is the reward."
"The film and television base has started construction?" Qi Linqing asked with a spoonful of pineapple rice.
Fu Wen nodded, "Well, it is conservatively estimated that the project will be completed in the next year, and I will trouble you to go with me for a few on-site inspections."
Qi Linqing: "OK."
Fu Wen remembered seeing a post on the Internet speculating on the other party's future career a while ago.
Probably because Qi Linqing is still young, netizens discuss all kinds of passion like raising a son.
"I think that even if you don't enter the entertainment industry or become a Chinese painter, you can become an architect." He couldn't help but sigh.
Qi Linqing smiled and said, "Forget it, I'm not a professional."
Fu Wen: I suspect that you are in Versailles, but I have no evidence.
On the other side, indoors.
Qi Lele wandered among the crowd holding a wine glass.
He observed the opposite side from time to time, waiting for the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Zhong Chen.
"Why does he still have the face?"
"With his coffee position, he is no longer qualified to attend the party..."
Occasionally, similar words would come to my ears.
Qi Lele noticed the strange gazes around her, and blushed.
How realistic this circle is, he has finally experienced it for himself now.
He secretly gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
Qi Lele thought to himself, he must maintain his concentration.
I have more important things to do now.
After a while.
Qi Lele stared at Qi Linqing's leaving back, raised her head and drank the rest of the wine in the glass.
He strode forward, squeezed past those investors and said "Sorry", looked straight at Zhong Chen and said, "Can I chat with you?"
Zhong Chen casually said, "Well, tell me what's going on."
"Can I go somewhere quieter..."
Qi Lele's heart was beating very fast.
Now he looked at Zhong Chen's face from a close distance, only to realize that the other person's face was not inferior to Fu Hanri's at all.
And don't be glamorous.
He heard that Zhong Chen is now successful in his career and has earned hundreds of millions of dollars.
Qi Lele regretted for a while, that he had given up such an excellent stock so easily.
If he had known this earlier, he would have treated Zhong Chen better.
Seeing this, several investors have already consciously retreated to the side.
Zhong Chen glanced at Qi Lele, wondering what kind of medicine this kid was selling in his gourd.
He walked to the corner and said impatiently, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart."
Qi Lele was inexplicably aggrieved.
"You've never spoken to me like that before..."
Zhong Chen: "The past is the past, and the present is the present."
Qi Lele twisted her clothes with her fingers, looked at the person in front of her, and said in a low voice:
"Then now, do you still like me a little bit?"
Zhong Chen just wanted to speak.
Qi Lele added beforehand: "I don't mean to disturb you and Qi Linqing, I just want to ask."
Zhong Chen: "No."
Qi Lele didn't seem to believe it, and asked again: "Not at all?"
Zhong Chen's head was full of black lines, "Get lost."
The person who likes Qi Lele is the dog-licking male supporting role used in the original novel to carry out the plot, and has nothing to do with him.
Qi Lele staggered and took two steps back as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt.
Driven by strong self-esteem, he turned and ran away.
While running, his tears couldn't help falling down.
Why
He used to want everyone to like him, and he worked so hard for it.
But now she can't compare to Qi Linqing who did nothing...
This is definitely not an ordinary night.
Most people are busy socializing like flowers and butterflies, and successfully reach agreements for business purposes.
Among them, Sun Yinghou and several female friends in the circle chatted excitedly about cp in private.
"Look!"
"They're so sweet woo woo woo."
Sun Yinghou felt that the trip was worthwhile, and said: "It feels so good to have a CP on the spot."
Han Yuegen, who was sitting next to him, immediately stood up and said, "Sister Sun, let me tell you that this is nothing. I have experienced more exciting things."
"Huh?" Sun Yinghou looked at him with interest, "Don't tell me that you watched the live broadcast while lying under their bed."
"It's not."
Speaking of this, Han Yuegen is still very proud.
It's him! Holding the red line of this pair of cp who became popular on the Internet with one hand.
"I used to be a tool to match Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen." He puffed out his chest confidently.
Sun Yinghou: "Haha, Xiao Han, you really know how to joke."
Han Yuegen emphasized: "I'm not joking!"
But no one believed it.
Sun Yinghou was intoxicated in her own small world: "Their sweet love doesn't need tool people at all."
Han Yuegen: "..."
Knock crazy, it is.
"Do you believe in past and present lives?" The bald old man at the fortune-telling booth by the roadside had enigma written all over his face.
Zhong Chen said without hesitation: "Believe me!"
Qi Linqing didn't say anything.
The old man: "If I'm not mistaken, you two have a predestined fate in a previous life."
Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing were taken aback when they heard this.
"Come, come, let's figure out our fate in this life..." Zhong Chen said while taking out money.
The old man rolled his eyes when he saw the thick stack of banknotes in his hand.
"You guys, in this life, it must be a hundred years of good marriage, vows of love, eternal love, endless love, a thousand miles of marriage..."
The old man's vital capacity is excellent, and he can speak a series of words continuously without panting.
"Say a few more words."
Zhong Chen was happy, and slapped the money on the small wooden table.
Qi Linqing frowned slightly, thinking that this young master is too bad at life.
Diligence and thrift are Chinese virtues, what kind of family can afford such spending.
The old man's mouth immediately turned into a machine gun, beeping out.
I have to say that he does have some real skills, and there are so many words without a single repetition.
Just when Zhong Chen was about to be impulsive for a second mental consumption, Qi Linqing stopped him with a straight face: "You have to stop in moderation."
Zhong Chen turned his head and looked over.
Heiyou's eyes were wet like leaf petals on a rainy night.
Qi Linqing's heart softened almost immediately.
He wanted to say that the old man was clearly deceiving.
But when the words came to the lips, they turned into: "We should unswervingly believe in Marxism."
Zhong Chen sighed, "Then you don't believe that we have fate in previous lives?"
Qi Linqing hesitated.
In his opinion, this old man is just a blind cat and a dead mouse, with no real skills at all.
But—it is true.
"I believe it," he said.