After getting in the car, Wang Yan didn't bother to study the Audi A8 modified by the wide-faced rapper, and immediately turned on his mobile phone to log in to Weibo.
"What's the key word?"
"Let me think about it... It seems like you are removing the 911 door with your bare hands, right?"
After searching, many results with videos popped up.
"Da Wang, you were on the hot search list last night, and the highest ranking seemed to be more than 10. It's so embarrassing!" Wu Fanlin was extremely envious.
For those who have careers that require exposure or people who like to show off, being on the Weibo hot search list is a very worthy celebration. I don’t know how many artists spend money but can’t get into the top 10. Once you reach the top, it will definitely be negative. news.
But for Wang Yan, it was basically all bad and no good, which went against his original intention of keeping a low profile.
If a high school classmate recognizes him, he won't be in big trouble, but he will definitely be in a lot of minor trouble.
So when he clicked on the video, he was a little nervous.
It wasn't until I read five articles in a row that I finally felt relieved.
Fortunately, there is only panoramic video.
The location of the car accident was at a remote corner, in the outer corner of the car park, and the viewing area was on the opposite side, so the nearest photographer was 60 meters away.
Even the most advanced 5x digital zoom can only capture a blurry figure.
After that, Chen Yuhang led a large group of buddies to cause trouble. They almost got into a fight, and then rushed into the office building to have a hard time. No one paid any attention to Wang Yan.
Damn it, what a false alarm!
Wang Yan relaxed, turned off the software, and asked with interest, "How many people will come today?"
"Two tables, twenty-two or three, right?" Wu Fanlin wasn't too sure.
After hearing this answer, Mr. Wang was not satisfied.
"Why are there so few? There were at least 50 of you who went there yesterday, right?"
"Da Wang, what are you causing trouble?!" Wu Fanlin's eyes widened.
"Then you can still invite them all? Do you think the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse is a food stall? You wave your hand: Boss, reserve the place! Raise your whip and waist and bring 500 skewers each! Then a group of people cheer and fill the whole room?"
Okay, it seems unrealistic...
But the question is, what is the standard for 20 people
Wu Fanlin has been there twice and explained: "The State Guesthouse orders meals in advance and charges per person. The specific dishes to be served depends on how Xuzi confirms with the hotel... I estimate that the standard should not be less than 3,000 per person. , not counting drinks.”
3,000 for one person, 60,000 for 20 people, and a bottle of Maotai per person, which is probably a small amount of 100,000
Wang Yan was relatively satisfied with the price. If it increased to 40 times, he would get 400 yuan, which is already equivalent to a lottery jackpot.
If everything goes well, when we get to Star City, we can figure out how to buy lottery tickets and start taking money from home to improve our lives.
Or setting up a superficial business, both are good.
While chatting and laughing, the two quickly arrived at the Diaoyutai North Gate. Before entering, they had to confirm by phone and then check their ID cards.
After parking the car, you have to go through security check again, and cigarettes and lighters are not allowed inside.
Diaoyutai Hotel does not have a star rating, but in a sense, it is the number one hotel in China. While high-end five-star hotels are all working hard on decoration, design, and service, Diaoyutai Hotel stands firm.
You are all brothers...
It's summer, and the park is lush and lush. Centennial-old welcoming pines and green cypresses can be seen everywhere. Small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, traditional Chinese gardens and modern buildings complement each other, showing the majestic majesty of China everywhere.
Knowing that it was Wang Yan's first time here, Wu Fanlin specially led him around for a half-circle.
"That's Building No. 18 over there, a famous reception building for foreign heads of state. It has two presidential suites, one Chinese and one Western. You can't even book it with money."
"That's Danruo Garden in Building No. 15, the view is the most beautiful!"
"Following that road is the club. There are swimming pools, buffets, saunas, etc."
"Opposite is Fangfei Garden, which is the first choice for large-scale meetings and banquets. Last year, I had a wedding, and my wedding was held at Fangfei Garden. That row of noodles... tsk tsk!"
As soon as Wu Fanlin said these words, the dignity of the State Guesthouse suddenly fell from the clouds.
Since the requirements for external reception are not high, there is nothing to be awe-inspiring. Except for the presidents in the two heads of state buildings who cannot be trapped, the rest of the services are nothing more than a matter of money.
For Wang Yan, money matters were nothing.
Wandering around to Building 8, he was led to the living room by the waiter. Wang Yan finally met the real owner of the day.
Huang Xu's contusion did not appear to be serious. He only had a thin circle of gauze wrapped around his right hand. He was bragging and comparing with a group of friends, and he was in high spirits.
Seeing Wang Yan, Mr. Huang's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, and then he greeted him enthusiastically.
"Dawang is here? Come here quickly and introduce some good buddies to you!"
What followed was a flurry of polite pleasantries.
Wang Yan was not used to this, especially because the unique greeting style of the locals in the imperial capital was not friendly to outsiders, making it difficult for them to engage in conversation.
So Wang Yan listened more and spoke less, always smiling and observing silently.
There were a total of thirteen men and eight girls on the field.
After becoming familiar with most of the people, Wang Yan discovered that Huang Xu's circle of friends was not of a high standard—at least the group of club riders invited today were not of a high standard.
Everyone was basically talking about cars, talking about yesterday's car accident, and talking about Huang Xu. Only three people had an equal attitude, so it can be judged that most people's family background is not as good as Huang Xu.
But no matter how poor you are, it doesn’t matter.
Except for a few girls who were brought here to open their eyes, the rest all drove cars worth at least 500,000 yuan. They either had businesses or real estate. It could be said that any one of them would be richer than Wang Yan.
However, Huang Xu valued Wang Yan so much, how dare others not be enthusiastic
Coupled with his tall and straight posture, outstanding temperament, fierce strength and other bonus points, Wang Yan became very popular.
"Master Wang, have you seen the video? Yesterday was really awesome!"
"Da Wang, I must give you face later and give you a glass of wine!"
"You are so beautiful and blessed. I saw it yesterday. You took three beauties with you when you evacuated!"
The two titles were more unpleasant than the other, but Wang Yan couldn't say anything yet.
Given his age, he would normally be called "Xiao Wang", "Xiao Yan", or "Wang'er". Changing his name to "Da" is already a sign of respect.
What's more shameless is to call him "Master Wang".
It's impossible to call him "Brother Wang" anyway. There are people in their twenties and almost thirty everywhere here, so it's inappropriate.
Wang Yan dealt with it for a while, and suddenly a Bai Fumei came over and asked: "Wang Yan, can you add me on WeChat?"
Wang was frightened and always felt like he was insulted.
The key is that the girl is not good-looking. She can only score 80 points at most, which is the class beauty level of a primary school.
"My appearance fee is very high." Wang Yan joked casually and declined.
I can't afford to offend you, I'm cowardly!
Just as he was about to leave, Huang Xu smiled and pulled a buddy over to introduce him specifically.
He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, is handsome, and looks familiar.
Wang Yan's heart moved.
The previous article has been blocked again, and I can't modify it no matter what. Phew, I will continue to return to the factory for overhaul. I guess this chapter will be the end of it today. I am exhausted both physically and mentally.
(End of chapter)