Time always flies fast in the busy life. It is already mid-June in a blink of an eye. The temperature is getting higher day by day, and people feel irritable due to the heat.
Qin Mingyuan was sitting in the office, but he was not tortured by the temperature. The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was scorching and dazzling, but it had no killing power in the cold wind from the air conditioner.
His slender fingers quickly rose and fell on the keyboard, making a "crackling" sound. His eyes followed the words and he quickly replied to an urgent document.
With a "click" the file was sent out, and he retracted his hand to the bridge of his nose, rubbing it gently to relieve the soreness and fatigue in his eyes.
I don’t know if it’s because the air conditioner was set too low when I went to bed last night, but I felt a dull headache when I woke up in the morning, and I always felt tired when I was working.
Both he and the original owner were in strong health and rarely got sick, but they were still mortal after all, and would feel uncomfortable when necessary.
After rubbing it a few times to relieve the pain, he opened the documents on his desk and went back to work. He would simply ignore such minor symptoms, thinking they would usually get better after a good night's sleep.
There were a few knocks on the door, and Zhou Yang came in with a few folders, which he placed neatly beside the desk for his boss to approve.
He pulled out a gold-stamped invitation and handed it over with both hands, saying, "Boss Qin, there will be a charity dinner tomorrow night. The organizer has sent me an invitation. Do you want to go?"
Qin Mingyuan stopped working on the reply, took out the card and scanned the contents on it.
The dinner was held at a famous five-star hotel in City A and started at eight o'clock in the evening.
It is called a dinner, but in fact it is more like a disguised auction, except that the proceeds from the auction will be used for charity and donated in full.
To put it bluntly, it is just to invite a bunch of rich people to spend money.
However, most people are willing to spend this money since they have plenty of it anyway. By then, they can get something and gain a good reputation, which is a lot of benefits.
The proceeds from this dinner will help those with physical disabilities, build schools for the disabled, and help some disabled people whose families are in financial difficulties and who are unable to work and support themselves.
Qin Mingyuan had attended this kind of banquet several times before. He usually just went there to go through the motions, spent some money and left, not caring about what he bought.
His eyes fell on the word "disabled" and he put the invitation aside, accepting it. "Go to the finance department and approve a donation of 50 million for the banquet. It will be my personal contribution."
In fact, most of the items auctioned at the charity banquet come from donations, and you can also donate additional money.
He had never cared about this before, because the Qin family would invest a certain amount of money in charity every year. It was a fixed amount. Whether it was out of sincerity or for a good reputation, the money was spent anyway.
"Okay." Zhou Yang responded to his order, looked up at him again, and said, "Boss Qin, your voice is a bit nasal, do you have a cold? Do you need me to buy some medicine?"
Qin Mingyuan shook his head indifferently, lowered his head and continued to work, "No, I'll just drink some hot water later."
Taking cold medicine can easily make you sleepy and affect your work efficiency. Moreover, his symptoms are only mild and can be relieved by drinking more water.
The boss didn't want to eat, and Zhou Yang, as an assistant, couldn't force him, so he just nodded and left the office.
After he left, Qin Mingyuan pressed his aching temple again and got up to lower the temperature of the air conditioner.
I went to the water dispenser and got a cup of hot water. After taking a few sips, I felt much better. I returned to my desk and continued to work.
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The black Maybach slowly stopped, appearing very low-key among the many colorful sports cars, and not many people paid attention to it.
Qin Mingyuan sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, feeling a throbbing pain on his forehead. The cold symptoms that he thought would disappear when he woke up this morning were still stubbornly lingering on him and seemed to have worsened.
At noon, I finally compromised and took two cold medicine pills, but after the afternoon passed it seemed to be of no use at all. Now my headache feels like it's going to explode.
"Boss Qin?" Seeing that he didn't move after the car stopped, Zhou Yang called out a little worriedly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Qin Mingyuan slowly opened his eyes. The heat all over his body made him subconsciously want to loosen his tie. When he put his hand on it, he realized that they were about to enter the banquet hall. He could only raise his hand and press it on his forehead, "It's okay."
Zhou Yang didn't think that he was okay. His boss had not been in a good condition all day. He accidentally touched his hand when getting in the car. It was icy cold in the middle of summer.
He hesitated and said, "How about I attend this banquet in your place, and you go back and rest early."
"No need." Qin Mingyuan shook his head and refused. They were already at the entrance of the banquet, so two or three hours wouldn't be a big deal. "Let's go."
He pushed open the door and stepped out of the car. He raised his hand to button up his suit and stood tall in front of the car. He didn't look like a patient at all.
But perhaps because he was not feeling well, his aura was colder than usual, and there was a hint of irritability, which made some people who recognized him hesitate to approach him and talk to him.
Zhou Yang got out of the car from the other side, trotted to his side, and followed the boss into the hotel.
In addition to various wealthy businessmen, this banquet was also attended by many entertainers from the entertainment industry. They often care more about external influence than these wealthy people and use it to maintain a good image.
Just outside, Zhou Yang had already seen several faces that he often saw on TV and in movies. They were all dressed gorgeously and had exquisite makeup, as if they were going to walk the red carpet.
But it is understandable. Although it is not open to the public, some reporters who have heard the news may squat outside to take pictures. Who knows, they may discover some big news.
These reporters who were waiting in ambush were certainly bold, and their cameras were only aimed at the artists. They didn't dare to take pictures of those wealthy families casually. It would not be worth it if they accidentally offended someone and were banned in the industry.
With these reporters around, some small-time artists who have sneaked in become more active, and these people often do whatever it takes to get ahead.
There are so many wealthy people today. If you can get one to sponsor you, your subsequent development will be smooth sailing. On the other hand, even if you can't get one, reporters can take a few photos when you approach you, and you can hype it up later. It's worth it to get a little more attention.
People in the entertainment industry are not afraid of being blackened. What they fear most is having no traffic and being unknown. Sometimes being blackened and famous is also a way out. It is also very easy to whitewash yourself after becoming famous.
Qin Mingyuan, who is tall, has long legs and an eye-catching face, has become a fat piece of meat in the eyes of these young artists. With his figure and appearance, even if they don't pay any benefits, it would be a good deal for them to sleep with him for a night.
He usually keeps a low profile and doesn't like to appear in public. Apart from being known by everyone in the wealthy circle, the outside world actually doesn't know much about what the current head of the Qin family looks like.
He looked too young, and these artists just thought he was the son of some wealthy family, a second-generation rich man, easy to hook up with, and if he failed, it wouldn't offend anyone too much.
A bright-looking woman in a silver low-cut fishtail skirt adjusted her fluffy curly hair and moved closer with her hips twisted. Her figure did look attractive, and some of the lecherous wealthy businessmen's eyes fell on her.
"Sir, this is my first time attending a banquet at this hotel. I don't know which floor the venue is on. Can I go with you?"
As she spoke, she stroked the hair by her ear, and when her hand fell, it accidentally touched her collarbone, which made people's eyes subconsciously follow her hand and linger on her fair and proud chest.
Those who are attentive will naturally understand what she means, and those who are planning will naturally go with the flow and have an extra female companion.
It’s a pity that Qin Mingyuan was a careless person. He was not feeling well and was in a bad mood. He didn’t even look at her. He exuded an aura that kept strangers away and passed by her without even looking at her.
Only Zhou Yang nodded to her politely, not daring to say anything more, and trotted to catch up with his boss.
The woman, who had rarely been ignored like this because of her appearance, felt her face turn black, but thinking back to the man's expression, she didn't dare to get any closer to him. She wanted to get promoted, not be blocked.
Just at this moment, a second-generation rich man who seemed to be addicted to alcohol and sex came over and put his arm around her waist, looking at her chest in an inappropriate way. "Beauty, that is the notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless CEO of the Qin Corporation, and you actually dared to flirt with him."
Hearing the words "President Qin", the woman trembled with fear and leaned into the arms of the rich second generation. She was not familiar with the circle of wealthy families, but she had heard of President Qin. He was always unyielding. If she angered him, her future would be ruined.
Zhou Yang, who vaguely heard the conversation behind, glanced at his "cold-blooded" boss and thought that the beautiful woman was beautiful, but she could not compare to the fact that his boss was a gay, and a gay who was devoted to the young master of the Yun family. What a pity.
By the way, I don’t know if the Yun family will come to tonight’s dinner. Although they have an average status in the wealthy circle, they can still get an invitation if they want.
In addition to charity, such occasions are also a rare opportunity to get to know the powerful and influential. It is the world of fame and fortune in the top circle, and everyone is scrambling to get in.
Zhou Yang was distracted for a while, and his tall and long-legged boss had already walked far away. He quickly quickened his pace to catch up with him, and luckily he did not miss the elevator which was about to close.
"Boss Qin, it's been a long time since I last saw you in this kind of occasion."
They were not the only ones in the elevator. There were also several presidents of other companies, with whom they had some business dealings before.
These people's businesses may not be as successful as Qin's, but they are older and more experienced than Qin Mingyuan, and they have worked with Qin Pei before.
Qin Mingyuan suppressed his physical discomfort and greeted them with a polite attitude.
"If you ask me, young people should go out and walk around more. You are old enough and should broaden your horizons. It's time to find a CEO's wife for Qin's company."
One of the middle-aged men, who looked about the same age as Qin Pei, spoke in a meaningful way, but there was no malice in his words.
Zhou Yang took a look at him and recognized that this was Mr. Zheng who had wanted to introduce his daughter to the boss, but after being rejected by the boss, he wanted to introduce his son.
I immediately understood what he meant. He was still not giving up and wanted to persuade the boss not to rely on the young master of the Yun family to get everything he wanted.
Qin Mingyuan didn't reply, but nodded to indicate that he heard it.
Seeing that he didn't respond, President Zheng continued, "By the way, my daughter and son are here today too. They just went to the banquet hall in advance. You are all young people and can have fun together. I will introduce you to each other later."
He really is taking advantage of every opportunity. Zhou Yang lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.
The other people present also understood what he meant and smiled kindly.
Just at this time, the elevator arrived at the floor. Qin Mingyuan did not respond to his words, but nodded to a few people and said, "Let's go first."
Although they were going to a venue, he had no intention of waiting for anyone and strode out of the elevator.
"Mr. Zheng, you'd better give up. It's obvious that Mr. Qin has no interest in your children." A CEO who had a good relationship with Mr. Zheng patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the elevator with a smile.
President Zheng sighed helplessly. He did not hate Qin Mingyuan for being rejected many times. He could not hate him for his status. He just felt sorry that he could not get such a good son-in-law.
(End of this chapter)