The people in the live broadcast room didn’t know what Song Yang was doing.
When I heard the phone call at this time, I finally understood that he was here for a blind date.
"Does a rich person like the anchor still need a blind date?"
"The host's relative is too aggressive!"
"It's just that you were five minutes late. The anchor was delayed to save people. It wasn't intentional. Why are you so anxious? Is your daughter a fairy from heaven?"
"Is she as pretty as my sister?"
“Just wait for the anchor to slap you in the face!”
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Everyone in the live broadcast room was very angry. This was clearly a case of looking down on others!
Song Yang had already arrived at 203 by this time.
After opening the door, I saw a group of people sitting in the private room.
At the top seat, there was a pot-bellied man in a well-ironed suit, smoking with his round chin tilted up. He should be the so-called Manager Zhao, about 30 years old. Was he also here for a blind date
Sitting next to him were several well-dressed young men and women.
Then I saw my mother, who was seated near the door.
This is the lowest seat, lower than that of several young people.
Moreover, she was sitting on a small round stool, which was obviously added temporarily and was much shorter than the other chairs with backrests.
This distant cousin really disrespects my mother to the extreme. Song Yang's eyes turned cold!
"Yangyang is here, come and sit down."
Mother stood up to greet Song Yang, her steps unsteady.
Song Yang's nose felt a little sour. His mother had worked hard in her early years and had a hidden disease in her legs. The family didn't have much income, but she had been holding back and hadn't taken her to see a doctor. She was very strong-willed.
This time, for the sake of Song Yang's marriage, she didn't say anything about being placed in such a position.
Song Yang snorted in his heart. Whoever makes his mother suffer, he will not make them suffer!
"Song Yang, why are you putting on airs? If it weren't for the fact that we are relatives, would you still be able to attend my dinner party this time? You are so uneducated!" said my aunt sarcastically.
She was sharp-tongued and didn't give Song Yang and his mother any face at all.
After she finished speaking, everyone else laughed disdainfully.
A woman with curly hair looked at Song Yang with contempt and said, "Song Yang, don't be unwilling to listen. Everyone here is a successful person with a monthly income of more than 5,000 yuan! Manager Zhao even has a monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan! How much do you earn a month? 2,000?"
She is my cousin’s daughter Jiaojiao, who works as a secretary to a manager in a company.
Big red lips, curled false eyelashes, and a very heavy makeup!
Manager Zhao had a reserved look on his face. After all, it only took him two years to drive a Volkswagen Passat, a commercial vehicle worth more than 200,000 yuan!
After Jiaojiao finished speaking, a young man said, "Two thousand? Haha, look at the cheap clothes he's wearing, he'd be lucky if he could earn fifteen thousand!"
"Maybe eighteen thousand, haha!"
"Stop talking. Tomorrow, young man will come to work at my place to clean the toilets. I will pay him 2,500 yuan a month, just for Jiaojiao's sake!" said Manager Zhao who was sitting in the middle.
"Wow, this is a good job. Song Yang seized it. Manager Zhao will not give young people opportunities easily." The cousin also spoke, looking as if you got a great deal.
Hearing this, my mother looked a little uncomfortable.
Song Yang said at this time: "I really don't like this salary. If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't come."
My cousin's aunt immediately said angrily: "What are you talking about? It's your honor to have dinner with so many successful people, and to learn a lot of social experience. How dare you say such a thing? I'm so disappointed in you!"
Song Yang laughed: "You are wrong, it is actually your honor to have dinner with me!"