Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 797: The shock of the million dollar donation
Xiangyang is not interested in money?
Nicholas Persia almost couldn't help rolling his eyes at Xiangyang.

You have shares!

You will invest!
My salary as a CEO isn't good enough in your eyes, is it?
Believe it or not, I'll grab some red wine from the table to wake you up.
To be honest, even though he already knew that Xiangyang had obtained H51 shares, he still felt uncomfortable when he heard the person in front of him say such words.

But Xiangyang seemed very calm.

"Persia," Xiangyang said with a smile on his face, "I sincerely thank you for your help."

As he spoke, he raised his glass.

Nicholas Persus was puzzled, but his hands did not stop moving. After a crisp sound, he heard Xiangyang explain:

"You know, I have to make a donation tomorrow. The good news you brought really relieves a lot of pressure on me."

Nicholas Persus nodded slightly.

He knew that Xiang Yang was going to donate 1000 million US dollars tomorrow.

The guide dog training center was jointly funded by Van Cleef & Arpels and Hermès. As one of the initiators, Xiang Yang's donation to the center was considered to be a normal behavior.

But at the moment, I deliberately mentioned
"Xiang, I will discuss it with the company tonight." Nicholas Persus said softly.

The two companies originally contributed 100 million each, and as the project progresses, Hermès will also add to the amount at tomorrow's event.

Van Cleef & Arpels will also make an additional donation.

This was agreed upon by the two companies.

But what he had overlooked before was Xiangyang's donation.

If you calculate it, it is obviously better than Van Cleef & Arpels.

Because Xiangyang is also from Hermès.

What is the difference between his donation and Hermes’ donation?
From a brand perspective, there is no difference.

"Okay, so this is what you meant when you said you were not interested in money." Nicholas Persus put down the wine glass in his hand and thought about it without comment.

If you want to use his identity for publicity, just giving him money won't work.

It also needs to make a sound.

But if you think about it carefully, the guide dog training center will get more funds, Van Cleef & Arpels' construction of brand charity will also get more positive feedback from the society, and tax cuts will also be provided.

As for Xiangyang
"Then I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of those who need help." Xiang Yang, who had not finished drinking the wine after clinking his glass three times, picked up the glass again, drank it all, and said, "Thank you for your concern."

"Xiang, you're welcome." Nicholas Persus quickly picked up the wine glass.

On the side, Bi Shafer listened attentively.

She really didn't expect that Xiangyang would put so much thought into this matter.

After dinner was over and Nicholas Persian and the others were sent back to their rooms, she followed Xiang Yang and asked:
"Boss, in fact, if you say one word, he will definitely take the money."

Xiangyang shrugged, turned around, looked at Bi Shafer with a smile, and asked with a smile: "Really? How did you know?"

"Ah?" Bi Shafer was a little surprised.

Isn't this obvious?
If their wine brand wants to enter the Chinese market, it is reasonable for them to spend more money to protect the brand's promotion and publicity.

Besides, she didn't think that with Xiangyang's current influence, Nicholas Persia would say "no" for such a small amount of money.

Xiangyang's face is worth more than a few million euros.

Hearing her analysis, Xiangyang nodded.

This is true.

But
Xiangyang sighed and shook his head at Bi Shafer. After all, he was still young.

Seeing this, Bi Shafer was stunned.

No, if you think my analysis is wrong, then it is wrong. Just shake your head, that’s fine. Why are you sighing?
Still using this look
The next day, it was still dark.

Liu Qianqian was woken up by the alarm clock after attending the wrap party.

She felt around her and found no one around. Then she remembered that the alarm was set to wake her up early and rush to Shanghai to meet Xiangyang.

It rang back and forth several times before she came out of the warm bed.

moment
No, it was about fifteen minutes later that she washed up, changed her clothes and walked out of the room.

First, I went to the stairs and looked at the living room below.

She found that Zhao Xin was having breakfast with his mother Liu Xiaoli, and the luggage was already placed at the door, so she tiptoed to her mother's room.

Maybe it's because it's too early.

The two little ones were sleeping soundly.

She walked over, and with the help of a few rays of gray sunlight coming in from the window, she bent down and looked at the two little babies who were sleeping soundly.

Long eyelashes, small nose, round and smooth face~
Can't help it.
Liu Qianqian gently stretched out her hand and pinched her, then said softly, "Xinxin~Yinyin~be obedient at home and wait for mom to come back."

"By the way, bring back your father who doesn't know how to come home."

When Xiangyang was mentioned, Liu Qianqian became grumpy.

"Xixi, come down quickly for dinner." She was just about to teach the two little ones everything about their father to prevent them from going down their own old ways in the future, when Liu Xiaoli's voice came up from below.

"Go to sleep sweetly and don't play around with JoJo." Liu Qianqian looked at the two children unwillingly.

I really envy.
She also wants to sleep in.

"Is everything ready?" Liu Xiaoli asked when she saw her daughter coming down from upstairs.

Facing Xiangyang's mother who was defending her, Liu Qianqian said "hmm" softly and sat down on the chair. Before she could pick up the porridge spoon, she couldn't help yawning.

As long as it's not for filming.

Waking up early is the most painful thing.

"Get some good sleep once you're on the plane." Liu Xiaoli also felt sorry for her daughter.

"Forget it, it's just two hours." Liu Qianqian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers and said casually.

The time it takes to take a flight from Beijing to Shanghai is not as long as the time spent on the road and at the airport.

This time, she and little John took a civil aviation flight to Shanghai.

There is no big comfortable bed to lie on.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Xiangyang.

This time when he returned to China, he took Karl Lagerfeld's private jet, not the one arranged for him by Hermès.

Besides, airplanes also need maintenance.

"Xixi, remember not to be too ostentatious when facing the media, do you hear me?" After taking a deep look at her daughter, Liu Xiaoli still gave her a reminder.

It is true that there are people in the entertainment industry in China who are truly dedicated to charity.

But there are also many people who wave this banner.

The daughter and son-in-law's generosity this time will inevitably lead to plotting or being targeted by someone with ulterior motives.

As for the fact that they wanted to donate money, she had no objection.

"Don't worry, Mom." Liu Qianqian pursed her lips, drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and suddenly raised her head, looked at her mother and asked:

"By the way, Mom, how's the bodyguard thing you mentioned last time?"

"Still looking." Liu Xiaoli also remembered this.

It's just that it's not as easy as she thought.

It’s not difficult to pay for a security company.

The key is that this person must be reliable and honest.

"Hehe~" Zhao Xin suddenly raised his arms, squeezed and smiled, "I've been working out recently, I'm here to protect Sister Xixi."

"Okay, okay, then you should eat more so that you can have more strength."

Liu Xiaoli laughed. With Zhao Xin's thin arms and legs, she should protect herself. "You two should have a good meal. Don't let little John wait too long. By the way, he's going to Shanghai. What about little JoJo?"

"My dad has taken a leave of absence, please help take care of him." Liu Qianqian said casually.

She was talking about Dad, of course.

Although it is just a simple sentence, if Lao Xiang heard it, he would probably laugh out loud.

"I didn't realize that my in-laws like little JoJo so much." Liu Xiaoli muttered, guessing that it was because it was a boy.
"It's Xiao Anzi~"

Liu Qianqian corrected first and then began to explain.

In fact, Lao Xiang didn't want to take care of little JoJo at all, but he couldn't stand the fact that little John stayed at Xiangyang's house these days.

It's like he can't afford to stay in a hotel.

He was so shameless that Lao Xiang couldn't say anything, so he had to ask for two days of leave.

As for what tricks Little John used, Liu Xixi didn't know.

Anyway, when talking about this yesterday, Little John's mouth was full of pride.

Liu Qianqian is having breakfast here.

In Xiangshan, in the courtyard, Lao Xiang and Little John were also having breakfast.

"Uncle, lend me your car and fill it up with gas." Little John, who was almost done eating and ready to leave, raised his hand to Lao Xiang with a playful smile. "Remember to fill it up with good gas." Lao Xiang took out the key without saying anything.

The one who eats someone else's food is the shortest one to return; the one who takes someone else's food is the shortest

This little foreigner got up before dawn and went to the breakfast stall downstairs to buy breakfast. He was really taken advantage of.

"I know." Little John chuckled.

"Just get out of here after you finish eating. You won't let me live in peace even after you leave." Looking at his expression, Lao Xiang didn't give him any face at all.

He can't even take good care of his own granddaughter, but now he has to be a grandfather to a cheap little foreigner.

Even though the little guy was chubby and cute, he was still unhappy.

How
This foreigner is so bad.

Originally, he had accepted that little John was his son's good friend, and every time he came to Beijing, he would go to his house to eat, drink and stay.

But in the past two days, the relationship between the two has returned to what it was before.

The reason was simple. Little John would often use his mobile phone to show him the photos of little JoJo playing with Mu Xin and Zhi Yin.

Small hand grasping
Pooh!
paw!

How dare you sleep between my two granddaughters?

Stew you!
"I'm leaving now. It's your turn."

Seeing his drooping face, Little John grabbed the car keys and prepared to leave without caring at all. Before leaving, he smiled and said in awkward Chinese:
"Come back and bring gifts."

"No, there's nothing good in Shanghai."

Lao Xiang wished that he would disappear from his sight as soon as possible. As for whether it was a gift or not, why waste the money?

If you have money, you might as well hire a nanny for your son.

I don’t know why this child’s mother is so careless.

While he was mumbling nonsense at the dining table, little John had already walked out of Xiangyang's door and just came out, he ran into an acquaintance who had climbed the mountain with them.

"Hey, little John, why are you going out so early?" The neighbors were all very familiar with this foreigner from Xiangyang's family.

"Go to Shanghai."

Little John seemed to understand and asked with a smile, "Have you eaten?"

"Haha, I ate it."

The person who greeted responded, and the person traveling with him did not forget to remind him: "Drive slowly."

"hey-hey."

Little John smiled as if he understood, and got into the car.

Seat belt, start
He glanced at the fuel tank and was stunned.

A few minutes later, the black Passat that Liu Xixi bought for her father-in-law, driven by Little John, appeared at the gas station at the foot of the mountain.

He parked the car skillfully, rolled down the window, and Little John stuck his head out.

Little John was used to gas station employees looking at him, a foreigner, strangely.

Little John threw out a hundred-dollar bill and smiled.

"Trouble, cheap, add 100"

Top up?

Add good?

What are you thinking about.

I have given my life and property to your son, how can I afford to give you fuel?

It's just $100, which is from the red envelope I got from filming.

Ever since he transferred the money to Xiangyang, Little John has made up his mind to get back the interest from his good friend's house first.

Otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable.

But how to fill up Lao Xiang’s car with gas? Naturally, he is smart and has a way to solve it.

When they were almost at the airport, Little John saw a gas station sign on the road, so he drove straight over without any hesitation.

After parking at the door, he called Liu Qianqian directly.

"Liu, are you on your way here? I was driving your father's car and forgot to refuel."

"Well, I didn't bring any money, and they didn't understand English, so I couldn't communicate with them."

"Come quickly, there are a lot of cars here."

On the way here, Liu Qianqian received a call from Little John. She thought that this guy couldn't wait to urge her after arriving at the airport.

Unexpectedly, the car ran out of gas.

Speechless
"I remember that Brother Yang bought a lot of gas cards from President Han last time." Zhao Xin, who was driving, said puzzledly.

"I guess he doesn't know how to use it." It's not that Liu Xixi thought things were simple, but little John muttered a lot on the phone, which made her a little confused.

"How far are we?" she asked.

"About 5 minutes left."

Zhao Xin didn't think much about it.

After she finished speaking, she sped up a little.

"Isn't that done?" Little John, who was parked in front of the gas station, had a smug look on his face.

While sighing that Liu Qianqian was easy to talk to, he muttered:

"If I had known, I would have added 50."

After a while, a horn sounded from behind, and he looked in the rearview mirror and saw Liu Qianqian and Zhao Xin.

"Liu, you're finally here." Little John greeted happily after getting off the car.

Liu Qianqian rolled down the car window and asked, "Why don't you use your company's car?"

"Uncle's car is comfortable to drive." Little John seemed to be prepared for this question.

But he really didn't lie.

It’s also comfortable at Xiangyang’s home.

Even though Lao Xiang sometimes ignored him, he still chatted with him and took him out for delicious meals.

Well, we don’t have to ask him to pay for the bill when we go out to play.

"Go get some gas." Liu Qianqian took out a few hundred-dollar bills from her wallet and handed them over.

There was no way she could go down.

Glancing into the gas station, Little John was indeed not lying. There were many cars lined up to refuel, and it would be inconvenient for her to go with them.

"Okay, thanks." Little John took the money without any shame.

Back in the car, I counted: 600.

After pulling the three bills into his wallet, Little John started the car.

"Add 250 thanks"

While waiting, he did not rest. He took out his mobile phone, checked the time and found that he still had plenty of time. He began to think about what gifts to buy for Lao Xiang and Lao Zhao when he arrived at the airport.

As for who pays, is there any need to say it?
He said he didn't have his wallet with him.

Does it matter if Liu Xixi buys some gifts for his parents-in-law?

"My brain is really amazing~"

Being proud.

With a "ding" sound, a message came to the email on the mobile phone.

Seeing that it was only copied to himself, Little John didn't intend to click on it.

But just as he was about to put away his phone, he frowned.

@Xiangyang@Bi·Shafer? ? ?
What is this email?
"Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, tens of thousands, millions, millions!!!"

Little John's eyes flashed with things like an introduction to the guide dog activity center, thanks to the Hermès craftsmen for making nameplates for the dogs, and a company-wide solicitation for names for the second batch of guide dogs.

But the amount of the donation shocked him!

Hermès' second additional donation of 1000 million euros is nothing.

But the point is.

As for the personal donation, the number after Xiangyang’s name was so full of zeros that he was shocked - $10!

A full ten million dollars!

"Towards!!!"

“Where did you get so much money!!!”

(End of this chapter)