Everyone at the TV station who had just stepped out of the elevator stood stunned on the spot. At this moment, everyone suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.
Someone actually sent an invitation to Zhang Xiaopang in the Tianfu Tang Family? How is this possible?
Zhang Xiaopang was a little dazed for a moment. Wasn't this a dream? Did the Tang family of Tianfu really send him an invitation?
Taking the box somewhat numbly, Zhang Xiaopang finally couldn't help but ask: "You, are you really from the Tang family of Tianfu?"
"Of course, no one in this world dares to impersonate anyone from our Tianfu Tang family." There was a hint of arrogance in Tang Jie's tone. As a descendant of the Tianfu Tang family, he indeed has the capital to be proud.
"But, does your young master know me?" Zhang Xiaopang was a little confused, "Does your young master know that Tang Jin and I are buddies?"
Zhang Xiaopang actually knew that Tang Jin was an important figure in the Tang family of Tianfu. However, in his knowledge, Tang Jin had been dead for several years. When Xiao Chan said those words, he was sure that Tang Jin was dead.
, because he knew very well that the man Xiao Chan was talking about was Tang Jin, and that Spring Festival, Zhang Xiaopang was still a little sad. Although he and Tang Jin had very little contact since he went to college, he still really regarded Tang Jin as his
Good buddy.
"Mr. Zhang, Tang Jin is my young master." Tang Jie gave Zhang Xiaopang a rather strange look.
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaopang was stunned, "Isn't your eldest son of the Tang family called Tang Dong?"
"Mr. Zhang, our eldest young master is indeed named Tang Dong, but my young master is called Tang Jin, who is your friend. Our eldest young master and the young master of the Tang family are not the same person." Tang Jie explained patiently.
After a while, "If it hadn't been for the young master's personal instructions, we wouldn't have known that he and you were friends, so the invitation was only sent now. Please forgive me, Mr. Zhang."
"Wait, you mean, Tang Jin personally asked you to send us invitations?" Wang Qin, who was on the side, finally heard that something was wrong, and asked impatiently: "But Tang Jin didn't..."
Wang Qin almost blurted out, "Isn't Tang Jin dead?" But before she could finish her words, she suddenly realized that it was not a good idea to say so, so she hurriedly shut her mouth.
"Yes, isn't that brother Tang Jin dead?" Zhang Xiaopang muttered to himself, his face full of doubts.
"Mr. Zhang, Miss Wang, my young master is in good health. You can see him tomorrow." Tang Jie smiled lightly, "I still have a few invitations to send, so I won't disturb you two for now."
"Oh, okay, okay, walk slowly." Zhang Xiaopang is still a little sluggish, Tang Jin is not dead? Is this true?
Tang Jie quickly turned around and left, but instead of taking the elevator, he quickly disappeared into the corridor. Until he disappeared, others were still looking at Zhang Xiaopang with dull eyes. This guy was actually the same as Tianfu Tang.
Are the young masters of the family good buddies? If this is the case, then who does Wang Dazhi mean to him?
"Hey, Fatty Zhang, where did you find the extras? Not to mention, his acting skills are pretty good, he made everyone confused!" A mocking voice sounded at this moment, but it was Wang Dazhi who spoke.
"Go away, you're a fucking extra!" Zhang Xiaopang has been unhappy with Wang Dazhi for a long time. This bastard pries his girlfriend in front of him every day. Even if he didn't do anything, it's already considered good.
"Stop talking nonsense, open the box and take a look. I also have an invitation here. Compare it and you will know if you really have an invitation." Wang Dazhi sneered, "Let's go to the office, where I put the invitation. Everyone.
How about we be witnesses together? Do you dare?"
"Just go, let's go!" Zhang Xiaopang held the box in one hand and held Wang Qin in the other hand, and walked inside.
There were already some people inside, and soon, the news spread. In less than three minutes, dozens of people gathered to watch the fun, and Wang Dazhi had already taken out the invitation and showed it to everyone.
"Look, everyone, please see clearly. This is the genuine invitation in my hand. Zhang Xiaopang, why don't we bet on the lottery?" Wang Dazhi looked at Zhang Xiaopang with provocative eyes, "If you open the box, there is no real invitation.
How about you give Wang Qin to me the invitation?"
"Can I give your mother and girlfriend whatever you want?" Zhang Xiaopang scolded angrily.
"Zhang Xiaopang, please keep your mouth clean!" Wang Dazhi was also a little angry, "Okay, it's okay if you don't let me, then I'll change the conditions. If you don't have an invitation, you just need to break up with Wang Qin. If you
Then there is an invitation, and I promise not to chase Wang Qin again, okay?"
"Bah, do you call this gambling? If I lose, I will lose my girlfriend. If you lose, you won't lose anything. Do you think I am an idiot?" Zhang Xiaopang said angrily: "You really want to
It's a bet, right? That's fine. If I lose, I'll break up with Wang Qin. If you lose, just kneel down and kowtow to me. Do you dare to bet? If you're a man, bet with me!"
Zhang Xiaopang has been the grandson of the TV station for a long time. Now that he is about to feel proud, he seems a little excited. However, he is excited, but he did not forget to coax his girlfriend. After shouting this sentence, he leaned in Wang Qin's ear.
Bian whispered: "Honey, don't worry, I won't lose. Even if I lose, we break up once and get back together right away. That bastard Wang Dazhi will be so angry!"
Wang Qin was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry for a moment, but she didn't say anything else and just let Xiaopang Zhang mess around.
"Okay, let's bet!" Wang Dazhi was also aroused, "Open the box!"
More than a dozen heads came together, and Zhang Xiaopang didn't hesitate. He quickly tore off the packaging of the box and opened the box. Then, he saw an invitation, and then his expression became a little...
Doesn't look good.
"Huh? This invitation seems different!"
"Yeah, the colors seem to be different."
"Well, the sizes seem to be different too."
"It can't be fake, right?"
"It's probably true or false. Let me tell you, how could Fatty Zhang be related to the Tang family of Tianfu?"
"That's right. If he is really related to the Tianfu Tang family, will he work as a handyman here?"
"He relies on his girlfriend's help to do odd jobs here..."
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There was a lot of discussion around, and Wang Dazhi couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, I'm really laughing to death. Zhang Xiaopang, if you want a copycat invitation, you have to make it look like a copycat. Look at the workmanship, it's too
It’s bad…”
"Wang Dazhi, shut up!" Zhang Xiaopang was a little angry, "You said this is fake or not? Who knows if your invitation is fake? Let me tell you, this invitation was given to me by my buddy.
What’s mine is definitely true, if it’s false, it’s also yours!”
"Your buddy? Don't lie to me. If you have the ability to bring your buddy who is said to be the young master of the Tang family, you can take a step forward!" Wang Dazhi's tone became even more disdainful.
"Damn, who is my buddy? You can meet him if you want..." Zhang Xiaopang snorted, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became dull, and then he stuttered, "Brother, buddy