Sure enough, as Gu Qianchuan guessed, within a day, someone posted a form of inbound and outbound flights from Nanjiang Airport on January 3 on the Internet.

Judging from the form, when Xia Wanqing sent out that photo, the Gulfstream G550 that a rich second-generation was riding had indeed just entered the port.

Netizens quickly figured out his itinerary for the past two days.

Departed from the magic capital in the early morning of the 2nd and arrived in Hangzhou. That night, Xia Wanqing asked for leave with the crew and hurried over. In the afternoon of the next day, the returning G550 was supposed to go directly to the magic capital, but it turned a corner and stopped at Nanjiang Airport.

And Xia Wanqing also returned to Nanjiang Film and Television City at that time.

There is no need to find another media hype, some people on the Internet have already begun to believe that Xiao Gu and Xia Wanqing are really hammered.

Under Gu Qianchuan's Weibo, a wave of sightseeing groups soon ushered in. All kinds of research and questioning, and even Xia Wanqing's male fans are scolding the street.

"Gu Shao, explain it, did you take Xia Wanqing down?"

"Give me back the evening!

"Draw your sword, Wanqing is mine!"

"Where are you worthy of my family's sunshine?Don't pee and take care of yourself!#¥#......"

“......”

Gu Qianchuan flipped through the message below his Weibo and couldn't help yawning.

With a black face, the one who liked the first one replied "It's about your", and replied to the fourth one with a "stupid 13", and was about to turn it over, when a cold snort came from not far away.

"Put your phone away!"

There was silence all around. When he raised his head, he saw that the old Gu Zheng was glaring at him with a dark face, and Tang Qigong and the others next to him were snickering.

At this moment, he was sitting in the large conference room of the headquarters of the Mingqian Group.

In addition to Gu Mingqian and other bigwig shareholders present, there are also managers at all levels of the headquarters.

Early in the morning, on the first day of work after the holiday, Chairman Gu Mingqian announced a personnel appointment at the morning meeting:

From now on, his baby son, Xiao Gu, will be doing a one-year mobile internship in various departments of the headquarters.

Everyone knows that Lao Gu is cultivating a successor.

Some supervisors smiled, looking forward to a series of innovative reforms after Xiao Gu took office. Some are unhappy, feeling that the old Gu is nepotistic and discourages others from being promoted. Others, just show apprehension.

Gu Qianchuan only stayed in Hangzhou for less than two days, and the manager of Mingqian Hotel in Hangzhou ruined his career and was blacklisted by the major hotel industries. If you put this in your department, the devil knows what will happen.

Of course, no matter what these people think, they can only applaud and welcome.

"Okay, let's move on to the stock price fluctuations this time!"

Lao Gu drew everyone's attention back to the morning meeting again, and motioned to a man wearing gold-wire glasses on the right.

The latter nodded, took out a printed document, and began to tell about the strange fluctuations in the stock price of the hotel yesterday.

"I believe the cause of this time is clear to everyone, so I won't say more. However, it is also because of this incident that the originally tepid Mingqian Hotel has entered the public eye, which can be regarded as an unexpected publicity. It is said that the Mingqian Hotel in Hangzhou was full last night, and the booking calls kept ......"

Gu Qianchuan put away his mobile phone, kept sitting upright, looked up at the man with glasses who was talking diagonally opposite, and all kinds of strange words began to come from his ears.

What QFII, what chips, what low-price area misjudgment, etc.

After listening to it for less than 3 minutes, I felt that my eyelids were sinking and my thinking began to diverge.

Well, he was thinking about recording songs and releasing an album last night, and he flipped through his phone too late, and he actually didn't sleep well.

After the concert, Gu Qianchuan became famous together, and naturally there were a few songs he sang.

When the matter on Ye Heying's side came to an end and the topic returned to normal, those who followed him began to focus on the song itself.

No matter what he thinks of himself, these songs, even the most venomous musicians have to admit, are of high quality enough to squeeze into the top 50 of the pop music charts.

So, the fans who newly promoted Gu Qianchuan as an idol formed a group to leave a message under his Weibo, asking him to quickly release a single and release an album.

After all, all the videos available on the Internet are concert shots, and the sound quality is really bad.

Gu Qianchuan's heart moved.

Not to mention other songs, because "Qiming" is the opening song, there are few people who recorded it, and the impact is very average, which is somewhat regrettable.

If he releases an album with the theme of "Qiming" again, it can be regarded as leaving his voice in the current Chinese music scene, right?

When the album is released, if the sales are good, maybe you can still get the reputation of a singer and a singer, isn't it much better than Xiao Gu, the prince and the like?

In Xiao Gu's mind, it was as if he had seen the scene of the album being released and in short supply.

Countless girls held flower flags, cried his name loudly, broke through the blockade of the security guards, rushed over and hugged his thighs, and wanted to give him a monkey.

"Bang!"

"Gu Qianchuan!"

The sound of slapping the table woke a rich second generation from a sweet dream.

"Ah~......?

Gu Qianchuan opened his eyes suddenly, felt the corners of his mouth moist, and raised his hand to wipe the saliva that immediately slipped to his chin. When I looked at it again, my father had stood up at some point, and was glaring at him angrily, his eyes like brass bells.

"Get out!"

Gu Mingqian raised his hand and pointed in the direction outside the conference room.

"What?"

Before Gu Qianchuan could react, he subconsciously asked, and then heard Old Gu angrily yelling in the conference room: "I'll let you get out! immediately!"

In the corridor outside the door, the employees of the administration department who had inadvertently passed by were all trembling when they heard the voices in the conference room.

Lao Gu rarely gets angry in the company, who is so unlucky that he actually angers him?

Just thinking about it, he saw the door of the conference room being opened, and Gu Qianchuan walked out dejectedly.

"Yikes!"

A few little girls hiding in the corner who were about to eat melons were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly made birds and beasts.

This prince's temper is not very good, and he will scold people on Weibo if he disagrees. His melons, it's better not to eat them indiscriminately.

In the conference room, the supervisor who had just spoken looked embarrassed, secretly wondering if he was too boring, and actually fell asleep with the prince, and he didn't know if Lao Gu would be angry with him.

And the supervisors, who were actually drowsy and drowsy, were all awake at this time, and they all twisted the tender meat on their inner thighs with their dead hands.

Right now, Lao Gu is angry, and even his own son is thrown out. If he is caught again, he must be expelled.

"Okay, Lao Gu, you dissipate your anger!"

Tang Qigong smiled and pulled Gu Mingqian to sit down, and at the same time motioned to the man with glasses who was speaking: "You go on, be brief, don't be verbose!"

"Humph!"

Old Gu Ming still had a dark face on his face, as if he hadn't extinguished the fire, but he couldn't help but start to wander in his heart.

That stinky boy, who had a sad face when he went out just now, shouldn't it be a grievance? Well, I have to ask the secretary to ask where the Aston Martin was sent to urge the progress.

At this time, a certain rich second generation who is sleep-deprived is wandering around on this floor.

Gu Qianchuan also thought that Lao Gu was angry at this time, so the chairman's office was obviously not a good place to catch up on sleep, so he had to wait for him to be angry before going back.

But where is there a place to sleep in this building?

As he was walking, he saw a woman in her early thirties, walking briskly with a folder.

Xiao Gu's eyes lit up.

He doesn't know the road, but someone does!

"Hey, who's ...... that"