The next day, Nagdo Entertainment.

Wen Jiang was picked up by the boss Xue Mingyuan on the phone early in the morning, saying that he wanted him to come to the company to talk about the progress of the VAM treaty.

Wen Jiang doesn't understand, is the communication technology not developed enough? A few things that WeChat can solve are more than that.

Besides, Xue Ming in the original text was far from being sick to his stomach when he saw the original owner? This is what kind of sex is turned.

When I entered the door, I saw Xue Mingyuan sitting in front of the computer and busy with the work at hand, the person looked gentle and elegant like beautiful jade, but combined with the original text, Wen Jiang vaguely saw the four big words "Sven scum" from his gold-rimmed glasses.

Like last time, since Wen Jiang entered the door, Xue Mingyuan looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and pressed a check on the bottom of his hand, which was sent by the representative assistant of Asia Cube Electronics in the morning, saying that he would hand it over to Wen Jiang.

Asia Cube Electronics, the leading super consortium in China, Wen Jiang is the ...... How did it get involved with them.

Xue Mingyuan cleared his throat and didn't mention the check, and said, "Regarding the VAM treaty, I, as Party A, am qualified to know the progress, let's talk about it?" ”

Wen Jiang fiddled with his phone, tuned to a certain interface, and handed it over without saying a word.

Xue Mingyuan frowned after only one glance, was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice:

"You mean, to pitch this novel, Red Dawn?"

Wen Jiang nodded, and the loose tug on the back of his head shook his hair lightly with his movements.

Xue Mingyuan let out an incredible and extremely mocking sneer: "Five thousand collections, one thousand comments, where is the value of the auction." ”

"Data is not the only criterion for measuring the script, besides, it is clearly written in the treaty that you have no right to interfere with any of my decisions, even if it is a dead end, as long as I don't regret it, no one needs to feel sorry for me."

Wen Jiang raised his eyebrows, the hair at the corners of his forehead hung down to his lips, and his eyes were full of self-confidence, but he was full of aggression.

Xue Mingyuan's eyes darkened, and a faint "um" came out of his nose, and he said politely: "As long as you don't pay the cost, you can find me if you need to." ”

"I really need it." Wen Jiang is really different from him, polite.

"You say ......"

"As far as I know, Huo Qingzhang, the company representative of Asia Cube Electronics, will attend the charity dinner at 7 o'clock tonight, and I need an invitation to the dinner, as well as a list of all the people who participated in the dinner and a network of contacts." Wen Jiang cocked his chin, "Don't bother." ”

Xue Mingyuan sneered: "So your clumsy plan is to take Huo Qingzhang's express train." ”

Not an interrogative sentence but an affirmative sentence.

Wen Jiang raised the corners of her lips and did not answer.

"Although I have no right to interfere with your decision, this is advice, Huo Qingzhang is not just the kind of rich person you think, Ding Xingwang, the great cause of the Huo family, why just hand over such a large company to him, the second grandson, in other words, the person who can climb to this position can do whatever it takes to keep his position, you can't afford to provoke it."

Xue Mingyuan's subtext is just ridiculing Wen Jiang for his inadequacy.

Wen Jiang didn't want to repeat it a second time, and stood up: "Thank you for the advice, but I can not listen, right?" ”

"Whatever you want." Xue Mingyuan looked away.

Wen Jiang: "I'll get the list and invitation in a moment, thank you." ”

Not caring about Xue Mingyuan's expression now, Wen Jiang went out and entered the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, there was a sudden sound of redundant footsteps outside, one hand pressed the elevator door in time, and a young girl appeared behind her, who kept bowing to Wen Jiang and saying sorry, and then said to not far away: "Teacher Ai, this way." ”

The light at the elevator door suddenly dimmed, and with the chaotic footsteps, there were suddenly a bunch of people.

Several assistant bodyguard-looking people surrounded a young man dressed in black, with a black shirt and black trousers, black sunglasses covering his eyes, and even his hair was as black as obsidian.

When the man entered the elevator, he suddenly met Wen Jiang's eyes, and his body was obviously stunned.

Wen Jiang subconsciously moved to the corner, making way for the others, and in an instant, the originally empty elevator was crowded, but only a comfortable circle was vacant around the man in black.

The man stood with his back to him, so tall that Wen Jiang could only see the ends of his delicately trimmed hair.

It's just that his subconscious slight stunned movements when he entered the elevator just now were very strange, did he know the original owner?

Moreover, the surname is Ai...... I can't help but think of an old man before wearing a book.

When the elevator reached the floor, as soon as the door opened, the assistant bodyguards poured out, and the elevator doors on both sides were pressed by them, and they bowed their heads slightly with humility on their faces.

What a big shelf.

The man looked back at Wen Jiang strangely before going out, and then left the company amid the hugs of everyone.

And Wen Jiang also saw the man's name on the wall where the art photos were hung in the hall, next to Yun Shanchu's photo, called ......

Ai Lan.

……

Probably, it's a coincidence, after all, there are many people with the same name in the world.

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The annual charity dinner is held at the Adelan Shell Hotel in the heart of the city, and as the name suggests, it is inaugurated in the shallow sea. The shell-shaped hotel in Yang, with the shape of white shells and pearls, divides the banquet hall and the accommodation building into two but perfectly integrates it, and it is also the most luxurious seven-star hotel under Asia Cube Electronics.

Even in the late autumn season, Wen Jiang still came dressed thinly.

The white shirt with pressed pleats avoids the original rigidity of the shirt and adds a touch of pretty, the red and brown high-waisted trousers outline the slender and straight waist, and the design of the feet visually lengthens the legs, making them look slender and symmetrical.

Wen Jiang deliberately took off those too personalized earrings and lip studs, and the delicately tied up half-long hair retained the unique characteristics of young people to the greatest extent, so that those local tyrants who dragged their families to the dinner party had to avoid their wives' eyes and quietly take a second look.

The single aristocrats stepped forward to talk to each other, saying, "I've seen your work", and Wen Jiang just smiled politely.

What about the original owner's works?

His eyes were always firmly fixed on the entrance to the hotel, and when the pomp and circumstance rose, the person he knew he was waiting for appeared.

In a group of uninspired suits, the dark blue suit still stands out from the crowd,

Above the crisp snow-white collar is a handsome and heroic face, black and shiny, sword eyebrows obliquely flying handsome, black eyes narrow and sharp, just right with the thin and tight lips, not angry but mighty.

Regardless of the size of the net worth of everyone present, the momentum is always a little weaker in such a comparison.

Everyone respectfully and politely shouted "Good evening on behalf of Huo", and Huo Qingzhang only nodded and always looked ahead.

When he slowly walked up to Wen Jiang's side, Wen Jiang, like everyone else, politely said "Good evening on behalf of everyone".

Nature. The cold Huo Qingzhang would nod if he still had a trace of respect for others, and he would nod his head to Wen Jiang, completely treating him as air, let alone responding, and he didn't bother to give a short look.

just ignored and passed by Wen Jiang.

From Wen Jiang, the boy who couldn't talk to him, saw that he also had a big cold face, and laughed in his heart.

A man who sells his ass for a living. It's just a prostitute, but she will pick, it's really a horn dog picking the moon - delusional.

Wen Jiang was not annoyed, and went to the exhibition hall around Vanity Fair, where eating, drinking, and saying beautiful things to each other.

The charity dinner is a gimmick of "art", inviting local tyrants to auction their hand-drawn works, and all the proceeds will be donated to charity, the auction has ended, but the works will be displayed in the hotel exhibition hall for a week.

In the world of adults, what is sold is not paintings, but connections and relationships.

But the local tyrants also have a good face, not to mention how many of these paintings are from their own hands, at least they look decent there.

Wen Jiang looked at the past one by one from the back to the front, absent-mindedly.

Although no one says the rules of the order of the works, the clear-eyed person knows at a glance that it is the status of the person, the further you go, the bigger the coffee position, and the work in the first place, the lower right corner reads "Huo Qingzhang".

"Mr. Yin, you're here, welcome." Suddenly there was a polite sound behind him.

Wen Jiang glanced at it, strode to the second painting, raised his hand to remove Huo Qingzhang's painting and the second painting, and then hung the second painting on the first place that originally belonged to Huo Qingzhang.

"Sir, what are you doing!" When the employee with the work sign saw this scene, he was instantly furious and hurriedly came to stop it.

"Swap the two paintings in the right place." Wen Jiang said.

"You're here to make trouble! Wherever the painting is placed, what qualifications do you have to change privately, thinking who you are. The staff snatched the painting, "Please leave the exhibition hall immediately, or I'll call security!" ”

Wen Jiang was unmoved.

"I really don't understand, you can get a dinner invitation with an eighteen-line paste, and it's cool to sell your ass, right?"

The noise attracted the attention of the spectators behind, and a man in a suit and leather shoes with a gray beard walked up to the two of them with an elegant posture: "Excuse me, what's wrong?" Do you need my help? ”

Seeing this, the staff immediately bowed 90 degrees deeply: "I'm sorry Mr. Yin, I swept your Yaxing, it was this gentleman who deliberately made trouble and changed the position of the work without permission." ”

The man glanced at the painting that was still hanging in the first place, smiled, and reached for it.

Suddenly, Huo Qingzhang appeared at the door of the exhibition hall with a group of men in suits, and when he saw the gathered crowd, he frowned slightly, and strode in front of several people: "Something's wrong." ”

The staff glared at Wen Jiang angrily, and was about to open his mouth to complain.

The man interrupted him: "A little misunderstanding, the work is in the wrong place, and the children are tired after a busy day, so I'll just come to this little thing." ”

With that, he took down the painting that hung in the first place.

Huo Qingzhang looked at his painting that was still temporarily placed on the ground, and saw that the man took down the painting and wanted to hang it in the second position.

His eyes were dark, and he looked at the staff: "Who allowed you to pose like this." ”

The staff immediately complained: "No, this gentleman deliberately made trouble and switched places between you and Mr. Yin's works, and I was about to re-hang ......"

Finally, Huo Qingzhang slowly looked at Wen Jiang, as if he was scrutinizing and suspicious.

Next, in the shocked eyes of the staff, Huo Qingzhang picked up his work and hung it in the second place, and took the work in the man's hand and hung it in the first place.

Staff: Huh?

Huo Qingzhang raised his head and stared at the landscape painting in the first place, and his voice was cold:

"First, we are the organizer of this dinner, and all the guests tonight are distinguished guests, and the guests are big, do you need me to teach you this truth?"

The staff was dumbfounded, "ah" for a long time without a reason.

"Second, Mr. Yin is my most respected teacher, and it is disrespectful for Master's works to be placed after the students, and it is disrespectful for some people to point out mistakes but not repent, and to shout in front of my teacher. If I let others see it, what do you think they will do to slander me? ”

The staff was frightened, and they didn't know which of the three people to apologize to first for a while, like a sculpture that had been drained of their souls, and they were sluggish and .jpg

"Tomorrow I will go to the accounting department to settle the salary and compensation, and then I don't have to come again." Huo Qingzhang slowly took a deep breath, and then looked at the man beside him, "Teacher, why don't you come over and talk to me." ”

The staff's frenzied apology, which was realized in hindsight, was naturally ignored by the trio.

"The relationship between the two of us, why do you need to work hard to mobilize the people." The man smiled kindly, but his eyes unconsciously fell on Wen Jiang.

"May I ask your name?" He said.

"Wen Jiang." Wen Jiang was generous and took the initiative to stretch out his hand, "Hello Mr. Yin, I have admired my name for a long time." ”

It's not that I look up for a long time, but I only know such a person in the afternoon.

In the dinner list compiled by Xue Mingyuan for him, the name "Yin Xuesong" was deliberately marked in red and bolded, he was a Chinese professor when Huo Qingzhang was studying for an MBA abroad.

Huo Qingzhang, who was born in a consortium, had ups and downs in the first half of his life, and after his brother unfortunately drowned, he was cultivated as an heir by the Yashi Foundation.

The business war is not so much deception, it is better to directly point away and frame it quickly, so when Huo Qingzhang was studying abroad, he was bought by his uncle. Murder, it was this teacher Yin Xuesong who stepped forward to protect him to save his life.

Therefore, for Huo Qingzhang, Yin Xuesong is not only a life mentor, but also a life-saving benefactor, and the only trustworthy person.

Wen Jiang smiled secretly.

The bet won.

Yin Xuesong shook hands with him cordially: "Mr. Wen is very clever, one step ahead of the Qing Zhang's arrangements, stop the loss in time, to avoid him from making people laugh, thank you for your kindness, I don't know if Mr. Wen is willing to have dinner with us, at this time, you shouldn't have eaten yet." ”

Wen Jiang looked at Huo Qingzhang meaningfully: "Of course I am very happy, but it depends on Representative Huo's arrangement." ”

Huo Qingzhang stared at him, his eyes dark.

"I'm a teacher, and I shouldn't have made decisions for students, but Qingzhang is not a stingy person, just a meal, a matter of multiple dishes and chopsticks." Yin Xuesong looked at Huo Qingzhang, "Qingzhang, what do you think?" ”

After being silent for a long time, Huo Qingzhang looked away from Wen Jiang and said in a low voice, "The teacher is right. ”