Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Bai Nuannuan leaned back, obviously not wanting to continue talking about this topic at this time: "I will solve it."

Xiao Yang choked on his words and spoke again: "I asked around a little more, and it seems that the assistant next to Mr. Jin from Tiansheng Entertainment came to the club just now."

It’s Jin Zhibin from Tiansheng Entertainment again.

Even through the phone call, Xiao Yang could keenly sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere at this moment, and he suddenly reacted when he heard the sound of the engine starting.

"Then I'll hang up now, and we'll talk about how to solve it when we get back in the afternoon."

Song Luyan, who had been too lazy to talk, let out a laugh, as if he was mocking.

Xiao Yang: Is it sarcastic?

The car was a little stuffy, so Bai Nuannuan pressed the window button. Along with the whistling wind, there was Song Luyan's slow and lazy voice.

"What are you worried about?"

In a flash of lightning, Xiao Yang suddenly remembered the 30.00% stake held by Song Luyan and this man.

The early stage of this business contract went so smoothly that Xiao Yang almost forgot that this was a man who had always been at odds with the club.

Xiao Yang: I almost forgot, this is also a boss.

"Ha ha."

Hanging up the phone angrily, Xiao Yang immediately stood up and dragged Wen Qiaoyi, who was also confused, and walked out: "How long have you been resting for? Why don't you hurry up and catch up with the event?!"

The hurried speed seemed like some wild beast was chasing Xiao Yang behind him.

Wen Qiao took a few sips of mineral water, squeezed and tightened it habitually, and threw it into the trash can with one hand.

Only Xiaopang, who was forced to touch up his makeup in his seat, remained calm and even took a moment to look at the clock on the wall: "Isn't there still 15 minutes left?"

Xiao Yang raised the corners of his lips indifferently: "I will deduct a thousand from you if you are late for one minute."

one thousand?

Wen Qiao asked with a sincere face: "Is that a credit card or cash?"

Xiao Yang raised his head fiercely and looked at Wen Qiaoyi who broke into his field of vision, his figure shaking.

My heart is filled with sadness.

Forget, this is also a boss! !

He is the only one who is a hard worker.

Xiaopang laughed and stood up. The two brothers put their arms around Xiao Yang's shoulders: "Don't worry, I feel sorry for my 1000 yuan."

Xiao Yang stood up straight in an instant, and his eyes became bright again.

Only Wen Qiaoyi scratched his head in confusion.

After taking two steps, the little fat man realized that there was someone missing next to him. He muttered and waved at him: "I'm not telling you, one, why are you always lagging behind?"

"coming."

Wen Qiao was moved in his heart and subconsciously stepped up his pace.

The activity Xiao Yang brought them to today was very simple. The brand wanted to use their popularity to sell its own products.

The participatory game in the first half is over, and it’s just a matter of playing three games with a few randomly selected spectators in the second half.

As soon as Wen Qiao thought this, the host of the event shouted his name loudly.

Half a month ago, he was a well-known passerby in the industry. After two live broadcasts in succession, Wen Qiaoyi became a fan because of his good looks and skills.

The atmosphere at the scene was very heated, and Wen Qiao's palms were all sweaty as soon as he looked at it.

The fat guy next to him seemed to notice his nervousness. Before the game started, he patted him on the shoulder and called him in the public channel: "One."

"To!"

Wen Qiao shouted along unconsciously.

The audience members who were nearby heard it and couldn't help but be amused by his naive appearance.

Xiaopang didn't smile, he was still adjusting the parameters he was used to, and said enthusiastically: "If you win today, I will treat you to crayfish."

Wen Qiaoyi was obviously still confused, and he asked shamelessly, "Team rules?"

The little fat man laughed obscenely and poked his head out of the screen: "Team characteristics."

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Wen Qiaoyi realized that Xiaopang was teasing him specifically, and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed.

"Okay."

——"Welcome to Team Glory."

——"The enemy has 5 seconds to arrive on the battlefield. Please be ready and attack with the whole army!"

The moment the game narration ended, the atmosphere at the event reached an unprecedented climax.

Through the headphones, Wen Qiaoyi could vaguely hear someone shouting his game ID.

——one!

*

At seven o'clock in the evening, Bai Nuannuan put on exquisite makeup and went to the banquet dressed appropriately.

It was already 07:30 in the evening when we arrived at the hotel.

The hotel's parking doorman walked up quickly, and Bai Nuannuan handed him the car key.

The hotel manager who had been waiting for a long time greeted him personally with a sincere smile: "Is this Miss Wen Yinuan?"

Bai Nuannuan nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Mr. Jin has arrived. Miss Wen, please come this way."

Mr. Kim?

Now hearing this surname, Bai Nuannuan felt some physical discomfort. She smiled and stopped in place: "There must be a mistake. I am looking for Mr. Wen."

The hotel manager was stunned for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand without hesitation: "I'm sorry, Miss Wen, we need to check again."

Bai Nuannuan: "It doesn't matter."

After checking again and again, Bai Nuannuan successfully learned the name of the person she was attending the banquet with today.

Jin Wenbin.

Liu Ying’s financial backer is Jin Wenbin, the vice president of Tiansheng Entertainment.

Bai Nuannuan went through the sad things in her mind before she showed any bad emotions on the spot.

The hotel manager took her through the VIP passage and went all the way to the top floor before stopping.

"Miss Wen, please come this way."

Seeing Jin Wenbin's back from a distance, Bai Nuannuan took a deep breath and then resisted the desire to turn around and leave.

Jin Wenbin's appearance is not that outstanding, but he has money to support him. Even in his 40s, he is still well-maintained. He wears suits and leather shoes, and he looks like he can barely match the "gentle and elegant" look.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jin Wenbin slowly turned off the screen of the mobile phone in his hand, but Bai Nuannuan's sharp eyes were filled with the familiar WeChat interface.

Jin Wenbin shut the door so quickly that Bai Nuannuan could only read half of the sentence.

What about "Brother Jin, you must teach that Wen——" for me?

"Ms. Wen is a really busy person. The last time we met was probably at the Wen Group's annual meeting, right?"

As soon as he sat down, Jin Wenbin poured a glass of red wine for Bai Nuannuan and handed it to him like a gentleman: "This is the red wine I have collected for more than ten years. Miss Wen, please give it a try?"

"Thank you," Bai Nuannuan calmly moved the goblet to the side without blushing, "I'm allergic to alcohol."

Jin Wenbin looked surprised: "But didn't Miss Wen personally come to propose a toast at the annual meeting last time?"

"Really?" Bai Nuannuan pretended to think carefully and continued to speak without any psychological burden, "Maybe Mr. Jin remembered it wrong."