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There was a dinner party at the blue sky. It was said that a boss came back from the UK and couldn’t sleep due to jet lag. He wanted to find a few starlets to have dinner together. He didn’t go into details on the phone. He only said that Bao Chan would take Ying Xiao Nong to the past now. Her The original words were: "Lead the beautiful one from your group along."

pretty?Baochan was puzzled: "Chen Rouen?"

"No," Lan Tian couldn't remember the name, "what's your name?"

Ying Xiaonong, Bao Chan is silent. It turns out that when Mavericks was a manager, they would drink with others. Now they are in the entertainment industry, and they still have to drink with others. It’s just that the price was low at that time, but now it’s “noble” .

"Sister Lan, I'm really sorry," Bao Chan said nothing to make Ying Xiaonong suffer from this crime again, "Xiao Nong's child is young, you have seen it a few times, and he can't come in the middle of the night."

If it were someone else, Lan Tian would have gone mad, but Baozhan is different. He is a friend of Han Wenshan and Du Laogui. .”

"Okay," Baozhan thanked politely, "We'll be right there."

What he was looking for was Shi Kuo Pavilion. The senior brother was riding Xiao Hao’s car, galloping on the road in the early morning. The location was a 24-hour Hunan restaurant in the embassy area. When he walked into the lobby, Lan Tian was waiting on the sofa.

"Three bosses, the one who came back from the UK is the guest of honor." She led them to the private room, "This guy bought a lot of shares of Motion Picture and Sound before and after the Spring Festival, and is now the largest shareholder of Hot Wheels."

"Hot Wheels..." Shi Kuoting had shadows on these three words, "Didn't it collapse?"

"The original owner sold the company, and it took over a few more hands," Lan Tian said, "but Hot Wheels' size is there, and the number of users is still the largest among short video platforms."

The so-called centipede is dead but not dead. The reason why Fang Chengcheng sold the company at that point and could buy another pharmaceutical factory is because of the astonishing number of users of Hot Wheels, and one buyer after another came one after another. It is also the number of users, and I plan to fight in the arena after taking over the consolidation.

"They're going to start a music variety show soon," Lan Tian lowered his voice, "I want Ruyi Island to be on it."

"Variety show?" Shi Kuoting was surprised, "Hot Wheels?"

Baochan usually doesn’t watch variety shows and has no idea about them, but Lan Tian is an expert: “Yes, celebrity reality shows based on short video platforms are short-duration, younger, and two-dimensional. Even the world's first short video variety show."

Shi Kuoting couldn't imagine it. In his impression, variety shows are all carried out by TV stations and big video platforms. Hot Wheels is more like a window for ordinary people to show their daily life. It's like a joke when the celebrities and idols go up.

When they arrived at the private room, they opened the door and went in. There was a big table for 15 people. There were already a lot of beautiful men and women sitting there. Only the three main seats and the bottom seat at the door were still vacant.

Baochan left home in a hurry, wearing a light gray woolen suit, with his arms open, revealing a pure cotton shirt with crystal silver buttons inside. He is not so much an artist who has not made his debut, but more like a young lady who came out to socialize. Open, he pulled out a chair for Lan Tian in a gentlemanly manner, and then sat down at the last seat.

"Sister Lan," a fat man sat across from him, looking at Baozhan and Shi Kuoting, "An entertainer?"

Lan Tian nodded: "Newcomers, I will take care of them myself."

As soon as he heard that he was a newcomer, all the eyes of the table were swept over. This group of people were all good people. They first glanced at Bao Chan's watch, and then looked at his suit and shirt. They were not the equipment that a newcomer should have. They gave each other winks and smiled. Laugh without speaking.

Next to Baochen was a flaxen-haired boy in his early twenties, with a particularly innocent face, smiling like a little girl: "Hello."

"Hello." Baochan took off his suit.

The guest of honor should be arriving soon, and the waiters are serving dishes like a revolving door. The people at the table don't speak to each other, those who are swiping their phones, those who fold their arms in a daze, and those who yawn. After all, it's two o'clock in the morning, and they are all a bit distracted.

Those who served food were divided into two groups, one group was on the left side of the door, and the other group was on the right side of the door. The waitress suddenly called out.

Everyone on the table looked at her. It was an iron plate dish. There was a wooden tray in the shape of auspicious clouds under the heated metal. It might be a bit small. She didn't pay attention when serving the dish, and held the iron plate with both hands.

The male waiter in her group reprimanded in a low voice: "Stupid," and then urged her, "Hurry up, serve the food!"

She was shaking her hands all the time, her jaws on both sides were all red, and the flaxen-haired boy was sitting on her right side, but he didn't care about it, and secretly ate peanuts from the platter on the table.

Baochan couldn't help sighing that a person looks like an angel, but his heart is harder than a stone.

He put down his earphones and went over, signaled the waitress to step back, picked up the Xiangyun wooden tray with both hands, and put the iron plate containing a whole grilled fish on the table. Hundreds of thousands of Vacheron Constantins emerged from the cuffs, shining brightly.

Everyone was looking at him, as if on such an occasion, he shouldn't serve the waiter for a high-end dinner party attended by big bosses. If he did, it would lower everyone's value.

The waiter thanked him again and again, Bao Chan waved his hand and turned around. At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and the distinguished guest arrived. The first thing he said when he entered the door was nothing but an exclamation: "Boss Bao!"

Bao Chan raised his head in response, he knew the person who came, it was Zhang Rong from Zhengcai Electronics.

"Boss Bao, what are you doing..." Zhang Rong first wondered why he was here, and then saw the Qingjiang fish he just brought to the table, his face darkened suddenly.

Bao Chan smiled slightly, meaning it was fine.

How could Zhang Rong pretend that he was fine, so he rushed over to take him to the seat, Baozhan declined a few words, Zhang Rong half-truthfully complained: "Boss Bao, if Mr. Kuang finds out about this, what kind of person do you want me to be!"

Except for Shi Kuoting, no one knew that Zhang Rong was a regular visitor to Ruyizhou. Although Lan Tian knew Han Wenshan, he was not from the Peking Opera circle. After all, she still had too little understanding of Ruyizhou's network resources.

At the dinner for 15 people, Xiaoxiao shuffled the cards, Shi Kuoting and Lan Tian followed Baozhan to sit up, and the others moved down three places one by one, the wine glasses were raised, the atmosphere was a bit strange, the little newcomer sitting at the bottom became the guest of honor Well, the old fritters who have been at the dinner party for several years are still the same, each competing for excellence based on their own abilities.

After the glass was opened, Zhang Rong was the first to pour wine for Bao Zhan: "I said Boss Bao," he said in an old friend's tone, "I'm surprised how come this occasion."

Baochan found it interesting. When Ruyizhou first started, he and Zhang Rong drank at the same table. Now that Ruyizhou has established a club, he still drinks at the same table with Zhang Rong. It must be said that it is a kind of fate: "I am now an artist of Yangyang Entertainment, introduced by Brother Han."

Zhang Rong couldn't understand that with Baochan's worth and status, there was no need to go through this muddy water.

"Ruyi Island is on fire, but Peking Opera is still cold," Baochan said, "I can't stop."

With a simple sentence, Zhang Rong understands that what people want is not only money, but also other more "expensive" things: "Boss Bao, come, I respect you."

Baozhan gently clinked his glass with him: "Mr. Zhang, are you the major shareholder of Fenghuolun?"

"I made a small investment," Zhang Rong knew what he wanted to ask, "Recently, Hot Wheels has a batch of projects. I asked their CEO to draw a list for you. Do you see if you like it?"

Baochan took a sip of the wine, the taste was mediocre, incomparable to the ones kept in the Kuangzheng wine cabinet: "That's a good feeling," he responded naturally, neither arrogant nor overly humble, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

"You're welcome," Zhang Rong gulped it down, "Let's not talk about Ruyizhou's face, just talk about Mr. Kuang, Zhengcai can still make money steadily today, I have to thank him."

He was referring to the structure of the trust divorce. Bao Chan poured him wine backhandedly. He had not experienced many situations, but any one picked out at the banquet was a rich man with assets exceeding [-] million, so he was able to take it in and out with ease. , This is the elegant atmosphere that Qianduier has experienced: "I thank my brother."

The table was circling, toasting from the bottom table up one by one, when it was Shi Kuoting's turn, he stood up imposingly, with the demeanor of the leader of a large theater troupe: "I would like to offer a toast to everyone here, today I am honored to participate in Mr. Zhang's dinner..."

"Hey, hey," Zhang Rong interrupted him familiarly: "You are so stupid, will you let me go to your Ruyizhou to listen to the opera in the future!"

What is Ruyizhou, none of the starlets present knew, but they all smirked exaggeratedly. After the laughter, Shi Kuoting was about to continue talking, but suddenly found that their eyes were all on his hand holding the cup, and he looked down. , that hand was shaking, like Parkinson's, shaking the wine in the glass violently.

"Brother..." Baochan stared at his right hand in astonishment.

Shi Kuoting panicked and wanted to put the cup down, but he couldn't control his wrist at all. The cup fell on the table with a bang, splashed a dazzling red mark, then rolled down and fell to pieces.

The table was quiet, it was unlucky to throw a glass at the dinner, Lan Tian immediately called the waiter, and at the same time, he said "Small peace".

Zhang Rong didn't take it seriously, but Baochan felt very uncomfortable. The last time Kuoting performed, he thought he was just tired. After taking a break, he would still play the huqin. Unexpectedly, after more than ten days, But he couldn't even hold the cup, which made him, a junior, very upset.

After this, Baozhan was in a daze. At five o'clock in the morning, the window was dimly lit, and the dinner was over. He said goodbye to Zhang Rong and Lan Tian respectively, and got in the car to send Shi Kuoting home.

The brothers and sisters sat side by side in the spacious back seat, and Baochan asked anxiously, "Why is it so serious?"

Shi Kuoting held his convulsed right hand: "Maybe I'm a little tired from staying up late."

"Your hand," Bao Chan frowned, "how long has it been?"

Shi Kuoting crouched his neck and didn't answer.

"Master!"

"Oh, it's okay," Shi Kuoting couldn't make him worry, "Don't you know what I am like, I am in good health!"

"You're still lying to me," Baochan's voice trembled, "If something happens to you, how can I be worthy of Master!"

Just as he was talking, the car turned a corner and was suddenly hit by something from behind. Xiao Hao slammed on the brakes, lowered the window and looked back: "I'm going!"

He got out of the car to deal with it, Baochan grabbed Shi Kuoting's weak right hand: "Don't go home, let's go to the hospital."

"No need," Shi Kuoting withdrew his hand, he was very afraid, afraid that when he got to the hospital, he would no longer have an excuse to lie to himself, he still wanted to play the piano, "I know if it's serious or not."

Baochan wanted to persuade him, but at this time there was a quarrel from the back of the car, and the words became more and more fierce. He opened the door and went out, turned around, and was stunned.

Shi Kuoting saw him standing blankly outside the door and got off from the other side of the car. The driver who hit them was a red tricycle. The driver was wearing a ragged padded jacket and was messing with Xiao Hao: "Turn and go straight, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take the car." money!"

"Do you understand the traffic rules!" Xiao Hao was very kind to a boy, making him scold his mother in anger, "I've already turned around, you fucked me on the back of my ass, it's fine if I don't ask you for money, you still blackmail me !"

"Don't do this with me!" The man was so vicious, he kicked the Maybach, "Driving such a fake car, Toyota is not Toyota, Volkswagen is not Volkswagen, Master Pao is here to pretend! "

"you!"

"Xiao Hao." Baochan called him, and walked up against the wind.

The three-wheeled man was cursing, turned his head to see him, and fixed his eyes there.

"Brother Lu," the early morning wind was a bit cool, Bao Chan buttoned up his suit, "Long time no see, you haven't changed at all."

Brother Lu became thinner and darker. His hair grew back in the winter, and he was no longer that bald-faced face. It can be seen that he is living a good life. The tricycle is new, and there are festive couplets pasted on the rear window. The child is almost three years old, so he came out to make a living when the sky was still gray.

"Treasure place..."

"Xiao Hao," Baozhan looked down at the scratches on the rear of the car. It was nothing serious except for a little paint. "Tell him how much it costs to repair the car."

Bao Chan is a tolerant person, it was the first time for Xiao Hao to see him so tough, and he took a closer look at the scratch: "Brother Bao, you need to pay [-] yuan."

"Fuck you!" Lu Ge's face suddenly changed color, "What kind of car costs [-] yuan for a touch of paint!"

"Who took someone else's things and got punched," Baochan asked him, "and forced him to ask for [-]?"

Lu Ge was dumb.

At this time, Shi Kuoting came up from behind, and he was the one who punched that punch. Baochan was afraid of his impulsiveness, so he stretched out his hand to stop him, but he didn't expect him to be calm, and instead pulled Baochan: "What are you talking about with a person like him? Let's go."

Unexpectedly, his senior brother has changed. He is no longer the reckless kid in the past, but a calm and reliable man: "Okay," he looked at Brother Lu, "I listen to senior brother, you can go."

With that said, he turned to get in the car.

"Bao Chu!" Lu Ge stopped him, he wondered about his expensive suit and this black car, "Even you don't sing anymore?"

Baochan noticed his gaze and smiled coldly: "Everything I have done today is all about singing."

Lu Ge was shocked.

"Ruyi Island is still here," Baochan told him, clenching his fists a little excitedly, "I, senior brother, Xiao Nong, Master Kuang, each of us is fine, our sweat is not in vain, and our persistence has heard echoes .”

As for the deserter, it was the guy in front of him who was driving a small tricycle.

Drivers, luxury cars, a good life... Can you sing all these in an opera?Brother Lu couldn't believe it. At that time, he thought he was smart, so he left Ruyizhou. He didn't expect that in just eight or nine months, the person he once regarded as a fool would reach the sky in one step. When we meet again, it is already two worlds.