King of soft rice

Chapter 875 - Gathering of the rich

January [-]st, New Year's Day, outside Jingyun Hotel.

Although today is the traditional New Year's Day, the entrance of Jingyun Hotel is extremely lively.

On the red carpet tens of meters long, stars gathered, celebrities and rich people attended.

And the only purpose of these people coming here is because of the charity auction held by Zhai Nan.

The venue was completely monitored by Li Wenhua and Wenya, and Yan Yibo from the Foundation was in charge of the entire auction.

Reporters from various media all gathered here, aiming at the guests who came one after another.

"Damn it, that's Tianwang Liu!"

"Isn't the one next to him the goddess Han?"

"That's Big Brother Long Hao!"

"Zhai Nan is here too!"

"Yuan Yi, that's Yuan Yi, they're together again!"

"Zhao Qianqian's clothes today, why is she so conservative?"

"Fuck, isn't that Mr. Xu!"

"What I said! It turns out that Zhao Qianqian's grandfather is also here!"

"Hey, Mr. Lei is here too, look!"

"It's the Beiguochun he donated!"

"He is Mr. Shan's personal disciple. It is not surprising to have Bei Guochun, but it is too surprising to be able to give it away!"

"That's the old man of the Qi family!"

"Beside him is Qi Fei'er, the third generation successor of the Qi family!"

"Who was it that told him?"

"That's Song Yiran, the third-generation head of Xiangjiang's richest man!"

"It is said that the former Lin Haixue was bought by the old man of the Song family."

"It seems that Song Yiran came here today just for Bei Guochun!"

"Hey, where did these kids come from? Did they go to the wrong place?"

"Huh? Why was he brought in like this?"

"Sure enough, the auction arranged by Zhai Nan is always so confusing!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, entertainers, stars, and top rich men walked into the venue one after another.In the venue, the staff who had been prepared a long time ago led everyone to their positions.

As for the branch, Wen Ya had also inquired about it before.Who is on good terms with whom, and who is having trouble with whom, is calculated clearly and clearly.

Arrange familiar people together, and separate those who are in competition to two tables.

And when old man Qi brought Qi Fei'er in, the staff took him to a table in front.

After the two sat down, Qi Fei'er seemed to have lingering fears and said, "That Song Yiran probably won't follow?"

Mr. Qi smiled and said, "Are you so afraid of him?"

Qi Fei'er shook her head slightly, "I'm also terrified of being annoyed by him, just like an annoying fly."

Mr. Qi smiled and said: "The Song family wants to enter the mainland market, so he will please you and have a relationship with our Qi family."

Qi Fei'er nodded, "I knew he had no good intentions. Fortunately, I'm not at the same table as him!"

Mr. Qi asked, "Is that why you look down on her?"

Qi Fei'er nodded and said: "He's a scumbag, there are too many young models who have been harmed by him in Xiangjiang, only fools will take a fancy to him."

When Mr. Qi heard the words, he just smiled and didn't say anything more.

But at this moment, Song Yiran actually walked over, sat directly next to Qi Fei'er, and said with a smile to the two of them, "Hello, Mr. Qi. Fei'er, we meet again!"

Old Man Qi just nodded slightly, while Qi Fei'er was full of displeasure, "Why didn't you chat with the female stars outside for a while! I think they all like you!"

When Song Yiran heard Qi Fei'er's words, not only was he not unhappy, but he looked smug.It seemed to him that Qi Fei'er was jealous because he chatted with the female artist just now.

Song Yiran couldn't help laughing and said, "What's there to chat with them, they're just a group of young artists. I still like to chat with you, after all, there are very few girls with connotations like you now!"

Just after Song Yiran finished speaking, Qi Fei'er felt sick for a while, a staff member came over and said to Song Yiran: "Mr. Song, sorry, this is not your seat. Your seat is here, I I can take you there!"

When Song Yiran heard this, he immediately showed an impatient expression, "I know, you don't need to rush, okay, just chat for a while! Besides, what can I do if I sit here? It will affect your auction!"

Seeing Song Yiran's attitude, Qi Fei'er frowned slightly, showing dissatisfaction instantly.

But Song Yiran saw Qi Fei'er's expression, but misunderstood again.I thought that Qi Fei'er, like him, felt that the staff had interrupted their conversation, that's why she showed dissatisfaction.

The staff members were full of embarrassment. Her duty was to bring each guest to their seats. Now that Song Yiran was acting so recklessly, it had obviously affected her work.

The staff member nodded in embarrassment, and said, "Then, well, I'll come back later!"

Song Yiran quickly waved his hands and said, "Go, go!"

After driving away the staff, Song Yiran changed into a smiling face in an instant, and said to Qi Fei'er, "Fei'er, what kind of cosmetics do you usually use to maintain your skin? Your skin looks really good!"

Qi Fei'er had already started to grind his teeth, old man Qi chuckled lightly, and then said, "Mr. Song, it seems that you are very interested in my granddaughter!"

Song Yiran chuckled, "Miss Fei'er is so beautiful, I don't think there is such a man who would not be interested in her!"

Hearing this, Qi Fei'er rolled her eyes again, and thought to herself, "Use your nonsense!"

But when Qi Fei'er thought of this, he immediately thought of another person, and that was Zhai Nan.This man who never looked at her in the eye!
At this time, the staff just now turned back again.And this time, the staff even came over with a person.

This man has a big belly, and Qi Fei'er still has some impressions of him. He should be the chairman of a listed company. He has cooperated with the Qi family a lot, and he can be regarded as Qi Fei'er's uncle.

After the staff brought this person over, Qi Fei'er quickly got up and said politely: "Uncle Zhao, you are here too!"

The pregnant Zhao Dong nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, Miss Fei'er! Hello Mr. Qi, hey, sit down, sit down!"

Song Yiran didn't seem to know this Director Zhao, and he still sat on the chair, looking indifferent, and said, "Hello, Director Zhao!"

Director Zhao was also a showman, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Young Master Song, hello, hello!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand.

But Song Yiran turned his head and continued to look at Qi Fei'er, ignoring Director Zhao at all.

Zhao Dong's hand stopped in mid-air, and he was even more embarrassed. He didn't expect Song Yiran to disrespect him so much.Just as he stretched out his hand, not knowing what to do, a thick and powerful palm immediately grabbed it.

"Hi Mr. Zhao, welcome to participate in today's charity auction, thank you for your contribution to sick children." Zhai Nan said kindly and gently.

(End of this chapter)