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

The biggest beneficiary of tonight's business banquet is undoubtedly the Wen Group.

Even Mr. Song, who had retired for a long time, went out of his way to show off his face. Mr. Wen's face was red, and a man in his 30s followed closely behind him.

Today was a business banquet for public welfare, and most of the people who came were wealthy businessmen who had nothing to do but still had money.

When Bai Nuannuan came down the spiral staircase on the second floor, Mr. Wen was taking the man behind him to make friends with Mr. Zhang of Hangtian Company.

As far as the eye can see, the hall is full of luxury. The complicated lighting emits a warm orange light, and the tall walls cast dark shadows on the soft carpet.

There were guests coming and going with exquisite makeup and well-dressed clothes.

In the melodious music, the conversation was very enjoyable.

"This is my unlucky little son. He has been managing the sub-industry in Binhu before, and he just came back recently. Today I came here specially to bring him to see the scene."

Mr. Zhang had a big belly and a very shrewd smile on his face, and his eyes, which were originally like mung beans, were almost invisible.

He raised the champagne in his hand and clinked glasses with the man: "It turns out to be Mr. Wen! I have admired my name for a long time. If there is any need, Mr. Zhang will definitely help me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man did not hide his gratitude for Mr. Zhang's words. He bent down and clinked glasses with Mr. Zhang as if he had found a treasure: "This is your honor!"

This move was so sudden that even Mr. Zhang was startled.

But they were all old foxes in shopping malls. They reacted instantly and continued to chat and laugh with people as if nothing was wrong.

Mr. Wen's face obviously became a little ugly.

Bai Nuannuan didn't cover up and burst out laughing with a "puff".

The man who was still clinking glasses with Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, subconsciously feeling aroused in his heart. He turned around and met Bai Nuannuan's provocative gaze.

Mr. Zhang, who was selling face to men because of Mr. Wen just a second ago, his eyes lit up the second he saw Bai Nuannuan, and he walked in the direction of Bai Nuannuan with his head held high like a spring breeze.

"Oh, isn't this Director Wen!"

Bai Nuannuan easily took a glass of red wine from the tray of the passing waiter, smiled and skillfully resolved Mr. Zhang's excited body movements by clinking glasses.

"Mr. Zhang is so polite."

Apparently facing Bai Nuannuan, Mr. Zhang smiled more sincerely and said in a joking manner: "Can I not call you Director Wen now?"

"How about this, if I pay this salary, Director Wen will come to my company as a vice president?"

Bai Nuannuan pretended to be flattered, and walked to Mr. Wen's side sheepishly. She caught a glimpse of the man's ugly face from the corner of her eye, and her depressed mood instantly became much more comfortable.

"Mr. Zhang still likes to joke so much, I will take it seriously next time."

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Director Wen is still so funny!"

Bai Nuannuan laughed twice and raised her eyebrows provocatively at the man.

Yesterday, Mr. Wen specially brought this man back to the Wen family's old house. He chose him from some distant relative and recognized him as his son. He didn't mind the trouble and started to train him from now on.

The man was arrogant, and Bai Nuannuan did not miss the flash of stunning covetousness in his eyes when he saw her.

"You are just Wen Yinuan, right? According to your seniority, you should call me uncle!"

Mr. Wen didn't seem to notice the infighting between the two of them. He chatted with Mr. Zhang for a few words, and an acquaintance came to toast him.

Bai Nuannuan ended the chat tactfully: "Our friends over there are still waiting for us."

Mr. Zhang expressed his understanding.

Mr. Wen, as the biggest organizer of tonight's business banquet, had many people coming to toast.

But he was old and not suitable for drinking too much. Bai Nuannuan and the man naturally became the one who stopped drinking.

Bai Nuannuan no longer knows how many glasses of wine she has held back for Mr. Wen.

The wine becomes even stronger when mixed together.

The two people seemed to be secretly competing and comparing each other, neither one willing to let the other go.

In the private room, the hotel manager respectfully presented a collection list.

"Mr. Song, this is the charity auction that you have sent tonight. Mr. Wen's intention is to see your needs and arrangements."

Mr. Song, who was sitting in the middle of the black leather sofa, calmly turned the pages of the list without getting angry.

Although his hair was slightly gray, his whole person looked particularly calm and dignified.

Seeing a familiar name on the list, Mr. Song frowned slightly, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

The special assistant was keenly aware of this and added one more sentence: "Miss Wen is also here today. Do you need me to call Miss Wen here now?"

"no need."

Mr. Lao Song was not angry but had his own deterrence.

He stood up slowly and brushed the folds of his suit: "I'll go see this little girl myself."

How much power can he have that allows that kid to use his people without hesitation?

If he hadn't suppressed the matter, several companies would have been uprooted in succession.

Old Mr. Song also didn't expect that at such an old age, he could still follow his son to steal the limelight?

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Bai Nuannuan was obviously a little drunk.

The original body's physique is different, and it has been tempered, and it is not shameful to be drunk.

Instead, the man had already used the excuse of feeling unwell to run to the bathroom.

Don't let the gap between the two of you be too obvious tonight.

"Director Wen's ability is still so impressive!" the cooperator said loudly.

"I heard that your company is considering the reconstruction of Binhu Second Ring Road recently. I wonder if you are interested in considering it?"

Mr. Wen handled the news about the failed property very well, and most of his partners couldn't figure it out.

I originally wanted to take a closer look, but now I suddenly saw someone standing out, and suddenly one or two people rushed over.

Mr. Wen thanked him but he was an old fox. He tactfully blocked a group of people who were trying to make excuses.

"This cooperation was purely a fluke. It was all caused by my unlucky son, which made everyone laugh."

"This cooperation is carried out with the government, and it won't cause much trouble. First of all, I have to ask you to look at my old face and bid more favorably!"

This is exactly what the speaker means and the listener means it.

When I heard that it was cooperating with the government, it gained both fame and funds.

When the word "bidding" was heard, the people listening secretly gritted their molars.

What an insatiable old fox!

"Mr. Wen is so polite. Mr. Wen is so outstanding. When the time comes, we will ask Mr. Wen to take more care of us!"

Bai Nuannuan, who drank most of the drink, couldn't help laughing.

No wonder the old man stayed quiet all night, watching the two of them fighting secretly.

Did her feelings just come to backstab her now?

A surge of anger suddenly surged into his heart along with the original body's grievance.