Although Xue Bingbing was full of complaints, he was ruthlessly blocked out of the club.

Not only was she alone, but there were also reporters from dozens of small media outlets, who were also turned away by security personnel because they did not have an invitation letter, or took a fake invitation letter.

Seeing this situation, a middle-aged man with a big belly who was queuing up became a little uneasy.

This man's name is Liu Yue, a large real estate developer in the imperial capital, and although his assets are hundreds of billions of yuan, he is still not eligible to become a member of the Warwick Club.

He turned to a man next to him and said,

"Lao Zhao, I don't have an invitation letter, will I be stopped by someone at the door?"

He knows that Warwick Club is not an ordinary place, and he is considered a rich man regardless of his size, but if he can't get an invitation, the security guard of Warwick Club may not give him this face.

"Lao Liu, don't worry! Didn't I tell you at the airport? I am a member of this club, I don't need an invitation letter, I can come and go at will, and I can also bring one or two non-member friends into the venue!"

The man said absently.

"That's good! That's good!"

Mr. Liu, who had a big belly, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, when it was his turn and Mr. Zhao to enter the venue, the security manager not only did not interrogate the two of them, but also greeted them with a smile.

"Dong Zhao, I'm really embarrassed today, there are too many reporters and friends here, so you have been waiting outside for a long time!

The security manager is obviously already familiar with this Zhao Dong.

"This is the friend I brought, Liu Yue, the chairman of Yueda Real Estate!"

Zhao Dong casually introduced the pot-bellied middle-aged man next to him.

"Ah, it turned out to be Liu Dong, Jiu Yang, Jiu Yang! Welcome to the two masters, please come in!"

The security manager said with a smile on his face.

Liu Yue felt very embarrassed, nodded slightly, and followed Zhao Dong in with his head held high.

Neither did the security manager check the invitations of the two men throughout.

Xue Bingbing saw this scene on the side, and shouted at the security manager dissatisfied,

"What are you doing? They don't have an invitation, why can they go in?!"

The security manager turned his head and smiled slightly,

"Miss, that Zhao Dong just now is our distinguished member here, so naturally he doesn't need any invitations. If you're a member of our group, you'll be able to enjoy that too!"

"Do members still have this privilege? I will apply to join your club now, okay?"

Xue Bingbing's eyes lit up.

"Hehe, Miss, if you want to become a member of our club, you need to have assets of at least 150 billion yuan, and you need at least two current members to recommend you. If you think you have what it takes, you are always welcome to apply!"

The security manager glanced at Xue Bingbing with a smile.

"Uh......"

A row of black lines appeared on Xue Bingbing's forehead, and he stopped talking.

The reporters who were turned away from the door were all in an uproar when they heard the conversation.

"Wocao, how awesome is this club? assets less than 150 billion, are not eligible to apply for membership?!"

"Tsk, I've heard a long time ago that this Warwick club is not an ordinary place, I didn't expect it to be so awesome!"

"Alas, reporters from small media like us will not be able to enter this kind of place in this life. ”

"Not necessarily, hurry up and find a way to jump to a big media outlet, and then become a chief reporter, maybe one day you will be invited in to participate in the event. Didn't the reporters from the big media just now go in triumphantly?"

"Cut, they're just going in for a press conference, and when the press conference is over, they'll be asked to leave!

"I'll go, what do you want? Just a little reporter like us, it's already very good to be able to go in and have a visit, and you still want to enjoy it inside? Dream on!"

Just when people were talking, Ye Hao also arrived at the door of the club with the fat man and Ye Meina.

As soon as the fat man saw so many people queuing up outside the club, he couldn't help muttering,

"Wocao, why are so many people queuing?It's our turn to go in, how long will we have to wait?!"

After looking around, he turned back to Ye Hao and said,

"Brother Hao, if you want me to say, let's stop queuing, say to the security guard at the door, and go in directly!"

Ye Hao raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and found that it was not early, so he nodded and agreed with the fat man's suggestion.

In this way, they did not queue up, and went straight through the crowd to the security gate at the entrance of the club.

Those who were queuing up whispered when they saw this scene.

"See?

"What quality!"

"Don't bother with them, the Warwick Club has rules, and they won't let them plug it casually!"

"yes, I guess they'll be back soon!"

Sure enough, when the security manager saw Ye Hao and the three of them coming, his face immediately sank.

"I'm sorry, sir, but please go to the back of the line!"

The security manager said with a dark face.

"Dude, our chairman is here to attend the press conference, it's a little late, you can be accommodating, let's hurry in first!"

The fat man hurriedly said.

"You're not a media reporter?"

The security manager looked at Ye Hao and the others.

He had the impression that these people were not members of the Warwick Club, and he had never seen these faces.

"No! we're here for a press conference!"

The fat man emphasized again.

"Do you have an invitation?"

The security manager asked coldly.

"Invitation?!"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Ye Hao.

Ye Hao shook his head.

The fat man quickly turned his head and said to the security manager with a smile,

"Dude, our chairman doesn't need an invitation letter, this press conference is for him!"

"For him?!"

The security manager almost burst out laughing.

There are many people who want to get involved today, and they use all kinds of excuses, but he has never heard such a shameless excuse.

The people who were queuing around also let out a burst of laughter.

"Then you mean to say that the young man in front of me is the rich Chairman Ye Hao?"

The security manager teased at the fat man.

"That's right!"

The fat man said as a matter of course.

"He's Ye Dong?!"

The security manager was stunned and turned his head to look at Ye Hao.

He only knew that today's press conference was jointly organized by the Li consortium and a big chaebol named Ye Hao, but he didn't know what Ye Hao looked like.

He really couldn't connect the young man in his twenties in front of him with the rich Ye Dong in his impression.

(End of chapter)