At 2:30 in the afternoon, after declining the invitations of several billionaires, Chen Changqing took May and left the Three Seasons Hotel.

How to say?

These four or five hours are not wasted, and Chen Changqing has gained something.

In addition to having a lot of business cards that may or may not be useful, Chen Changqing also got two cards, one is a black card from Fenghua Records. Chen Changqing can bring people to any Fenghua Records concerts.

The other one is the Golden Peony Card given by the owner of Three Seasons Hotel.

Three Seasons Hotel has six types of cards, namely VIP Card, Silver Card, Gold Card, Black Iron Peony Card, Yinhua Peony Card, and Golden Peony Card.

The first three cards can enjoy 10% off, 20% off, and 30% off.

For the latter three, the discount is secondary, the key is to obtain information, especially the Golden Peony Card, which has extremely high authority in the Three Seasons Hotel, second only to their boss. It is not for sale and cannot be obtained even if you have money.

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Just like the black card given to him by Boss Fenghua, it is a symbol of power and class.

After coming out of the Three Seasons Hotel, Luo Ji was waiting for Chen Changqing at the door early in the morning.

The Rolls-Royce worth tens of millions and the shiny patent leather still looked very dazzling even among the many luxury cars. Under the envious eyes of everyone, like a pair of gods in love, Chen Changqing and May left together.

And in the spacious cabin of the stretched Rolls-Royce.

As soon as she sat down, May took off her seven-centimeter high heels.

For more than four hours, I wore seven-centimeter high heels, straightened my waist and tightened my abdomen, and had to smile and keep smiling, so that May couldn't help complaining:

"The designer of high-heeled shoes must be a pervert. How could there be such a perverted person in this world to design something like a torture instrument like high-heeled shoes?"

Hearing May's words, Chen Changqing couldn't help but feel happy:

"If I said that high heels were originally designed for men, would you believe it?"

May was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat surprised expression:

"Designed for men?"

Chen Changqing showed off his talents by citing classics:

"It is said that King Louis XIV of France was a dwarf. He didn't like others calling him a dwarf, so he designed high-heeled shoes."

"But later, because high heels can enhance a woman's temperament and make her look taller and more confident, they were gradually taken away by you women."

"By the way, and the earliest stockings, that is, long-legged stockings, were actually designed for men. Starting from the 16th century, European men wore stockings. They were a symbol of fashion at that time. You can see many oil paintings from that period.

Works, all men wear socks."

Chen Changqing's eloquent talk is actually more than the above two.

At the beginning, perfume was also designed for men, because men have serious body odor and need perfume to cover it up.

But it turns out that women are more crazy about perfume than men.

Another example is pink. Nowadays, many men think pink is a very girly color. Generally, those who like this color are cute little girls.

But in the beginning, pink was the color of men, because pink represents blood, or the color of blood diluted is pink.

Only halfway through?

Noticing May's strange eyes, Chen Changqing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his eyes a bit puzzled:

"Why are you looking at me? Are you shocked by my knowledge?"

May looked at Chen Changqing, his eyes flickering, with a malicious expression: "No, I want to ask, husband, are you planning to take the retro route?"

Chen Changqing: "Ah?"

Retro? Thinking of what he just said, Chen Changqing couldn't help but shudder.

On May's side, a smile like a little devil appeared on her face: "I remember that skirts were originally designed for men."

It's true, based on physiological characteristics.

In the beginning, skirts were indeed designed for men, not women.

I just thought of myself wearing a jk skirt, white knee-length socks, a pair of bright red Prada high heels, and spraying on fragrant perfume.

Chen Changqing couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, and he quickly waved his hand:

"Ugh! Hurry up, stay where you can to cool down!"

May looked unyielding:

"Husband, I want to see~~"

This made Chen Changqing couldn't help but stare:

"It's useless to act coquettishly. Let me tell you, Xiao Xinlan, don't force me to deal with it in my own way!"

"No, I want you to wear a small skirt, and a pink skirt too."

"?"

"It's no use to me. I have it at home. I'll let you wear it when you get home."

"If you haven't put on the roof for three days, Xiao Xinlan, it looks like you are drifting off!"

"Wait? What are you doing?!"

"Haha, what do you think?"

"Let me tell you, I..."

"Ah~~~"

"Husband, I was wrong, don't, don't!"

Five minutes later, May, who had her soles scratched by Chen Changqing, collapsed on the chair, her hair disheveled, sweating profusely, and her eyes staring blankly above her head, like a salted fish that had lost its soul. As for something more exciting?

Stop making trouble, Chen Changqing wants to do it, but does a dog author dare to write it?

Bah! Coward!

It’s really disgusting to think about those ancestors from a hundred years ago looking at you!

Of course, May is now like a salted fish, but in order to prevent the other party from resurrecting this thought that made him shudder again, Chen Changqing took out the surprise he had originally prepared:

"Here, this is for you."

May took the black card and wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a flash of surprise in his eyes:

"What?"

Pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, Chen Changqing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and stroked May's hair lovingly: "Didn't you say you wanted to see Amei's concert? This is Fenghua's black card. Any concert by their company

Yes, you can go see it at any time."

A flash of light flashed across her eyes, and May looked at Chen Changqing with surprise:

"real?"

"When did I lie to you?"

"mua~Husband, you are awesome!"

…………

When it comes to concerts in Hong Kong, the most eye-catching one is of course the Red Square.

This is the dream place for countless singers from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and three places. Countless singers are proud to hold a concert in Red Square.

Amei is good. The first album sold 1.08 million copies, breaking the sales record of Bay Island. The second album is equally popular and will be released in June this year. It is expected to reach the level of a million-level album.

But a concert in Red Square?

Although it's good, it's still a little bit worse after all.

Cultural center venue on Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront.

In addition to being less famous than Red Square, in terms of area and facilities, the scale here is not much worse than that of Red Square.

Because there was a concert today, the entire cultural center venue seemed very lively. Security guard Aguang had a cigarette in his mouth, listening to the waves of sound behind him, and couldn't help humming the music.

Fans don't count, A Guang likes Yu Sheng.

Because A-mei’s lyrics and music are all written by Yusheng, Aiwu and Wuxia, A-Guang also has a good feeling for A-mei.

At the forefront of his sight, a glossy black extended version of a Rolls-Royce caught Aguang's attention.

Those who can afford to drive a Rolls-Royce these days are all big shots, not to mention that this is an extended version of the Rolls-Royce. But looking at the two people coming from the car, especially the two people standing straight

towards oneself.

A flash of hesitation flashed in Aguang's eyes. He thought of his responsibilities, but was also worried about the other party's identity. But in the end he gritted his teeth and stood up proactively: "I'm sorry, sir, the concert has already started. We are not here for the time being."

Open for business.”

Big people often have bad tempers,

They don't look down on someone with muddy legs like themselves.

The moment he said these words, Aguang was ready to be scolded, but what surprised him was.

The man opposite him had an imposing appearance and was immediately known to be extraordinary.

He did not reprimand himself, but very politely took a black card from the female companion next to him and handed it over:

"I know. Please call the supervisor, give him this card, and tell us to arrange two VIP seats for us."

A Guang nodded and took the black card from Chen Changqing.

However, when leaving, he still did not forget to say: "Sir, I'm going to help you ask, but can I ask you a favor? I'm just an ordinary worker, don't make it difficult for me."

Chen Changqing smiled and nodded:

"Don't worry, I'm waiting for you here."

Five minutes later, the person in charge of this concert, who was wearing a straight suit and a greasy middle-parted hair, probably looked like many middle-aged greasy men. The person in charge of this concert, who belonged to the middle and senior management of Fenghua Records, rushed over at a trot.

With a strong Bay Island style accent:

"Are you Mr. Chen?"

Chen Changqing raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him:

"Who are you?"

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, the person in charge said respectfully: "Mr. Chen, just call me Xiaowang. The boss called me early in the morning and asked me to reserve the two best seats for you."

Chen Changqing smiled, patted the other party on the shoulder, and encouraged:
Chapter completed!