There are only two days until the Mid-Autumn Festival.
This time, the Mid-Autumn Festival is rare and falls within the same holiday as the National Day. It happens to be the day before the National Day, so many people are preparing to go home and rest for a while.
As the Zhangshi campus of FJ University, they have a holiday during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the school leaders recommended that the students of the school stay in school on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
What to do?
Because every year, FJ University organizes various classes to hold a Mid-Autumn Festival party. You can have a social gathering or do it yourself, and the school will allocate a large sum of money to you.
In addition, according to the relevant regulations of this rich school, every student who stays in school and does not go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival can receive a festival fee of 200 yuan per person. Calculated based on the tens of thousands of students on the Zhangshi campus, the festival fee alone is
It only costs a few million. This is really something that only wealthy schools can do.
It is said that the Zhangshi campus does this on the one hand to cultivate students' sense of identity with the school, and on the other hand to train students' independent abilities. Therefore, basically every year, not many people in the Zhangshi campus go home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. As long as they are there on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival,
If you stay in the school, you can attend the evening parties of each class. If you are lucky, you might be able to bring a drunk schoolmate back. By chance, the school will give you a holiday fee of 200 yuan, and you can get a room by the way.
This is really two major things that the school takes care of: girls and room booking.
It’s no wonder that many people don’t choose to go home on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The day after Zhao Gangjun received the assignment from He Xiaorou, he missed class again.
Of course, Zhao Gangjun called He Xiaorou in advance and informed him of certain things, so He Xiaorou did not argue with Zhao Gangjun about absenteeism.
And Zhao Gangjun was not the only one who also skipped class that day.
Su Hongjiu asked for leave and asked someone else to teach for him.
And Xu Jiyuan, who was rarely seen in the class, also took a rare leave this time.
The headquarters of fj fang media.
"Xu Jiyuan, do you know everything I told you?"
Zhao Gangjun looked at Xu Jiyuan, who was standing in front of him with his back bent, and asked.
"knew."
Xu Jiyuan nodded and said, "I will definitely complete the task assigned by the young master."
"Then go ahead and remember to use the name Fang Media."
Zhao Gangjun said.
"OK."
Seeing Xu Jiyuan leave, Zhao Gangrong said to Su Hongjiu who was sitting next to him, "Are you sure you can let your team come over?"
"sure."
Su Hongjiu said with a smile, "It just so happened that our company didn't receive any orders for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala this year, so those people were vacant. Those people are very experienced. I took charge of it after I received your call last night.
I called them, and my dad’s private jet took them over directly. I think they can go back with us in the afternoon.”
"That's good!"
Zhao Gangjun nodded and said to Hao Benfang, "How are our people prepared?"
"Get ready. In addition to Han Tiantian, Coco and Xiaobei are already on the plane back to FJ. Zhang Missile is also coming with his crew, as well as the artists signed by our company. They are also here at any time.
I’m ready to follow you. But, Gang Bong, your move this time is really big. It’s just a Mid-Autumn Festival party for a class. Is this what it is?”
Hao Benfeng asked puzzledly.
"Or don't play."
Zhao Gangjun smiled and threw a cigarette to Hao Benfang and said, "If you want to play, play big."
"This is really big."
Hao Benfang nodded with emotion.
In fact, it's not just big, it's quite big.
That afternoon, a large group of people came to the headquarters of Fangya Media.
Many of these people speak with Beijing accents and speak smoothly. The total number of people is quite large, probably two to three hundred people.
"This is their person in charge. Liu Xiaohuan. Director Liu, this is my eldest brother."
Su Hongjiu introduced a fat man with long hair to Zhao Gangjun.
The fat man with long hair had a slightly arrogant expression at first, but when he heard that Zhao Gangjun was Su Hongjiu's eldest brother, his expression immediately changed.
"You must be Mr. Zhao!"
Liu Xiaohuan asked with a smile.
"it's me."
Zhao Gangjun nodded and said, "I won't be polite to you anymore. It's like this. Can you arrange a party for me in two days?"
"Two days..."
Liu Xiaohuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Two days are too late, because the workload of the party is very heavy, not only the venue decoration, but also the rehearsal of the actors and so on."
"I'll give you two days."
Su Hongjiu said to Liu Xiaohuan, "I'll give you two days to help Brother Gangbin throw a party. In terms of manpower, in addition to the people you brought, there are also several popular stars. They will come out from this afternoon to tomorrow."
Appear in front of you before night."
"Who is there?"
Liu Xiaohuan looked at his boss.
"Those young and beautiful girls from our company who will come here, as well as those with fangs, Lin Feng'er and the others."
Su Hongjiu said.
"Well, then I'll do my best!"
Liu Xiaohuan nodded and said, "Everyone in our company has cooperated with us, so it should be relatively simple. For Fangya Media, it depends on their level of cooperation."
"We will fully cooperate with you here."
That night.
Several buses departed from fj and headed to Zhang City.
Just when Zhao Gangjun left Zhang City.
Huang Mao's home welcomed a distinguished guest.
It is said that he is an honored guest because Huang Mao seldom entertains guests at his home. Apart from Zhao Gangjun and the provincial leaders, there are really not many people in the entire FJ who can come to his home as a guest.
"I have often heard the old prince talk about Brother Huang Mao in Inner Mongolia, saying that Brother Huang Mao is now the leading hero in the entire southeast of Shenzhou. When I saw him today, he is indeed worthy of his reputation."
A man with a ponytail sat in front of Huang Mao and said with a smile.
Huang Mao sat on the sofa with a calm expression, with only one loyal subordinate by his side.
Today's conversation is destined not to be known to many people.
"I have grown up listening to the old prince's stories since I was a child."
A slight smile appeared on Huang Mao's lips, "Back then, the old prince's White Horse Gang was one of the four major gangs in China along with the Blood Soul Hall and the Northeast King's Dragon Gang and the Qing Gang. I was still a little gangster at that time."
"Hahaha, the four major gangs are all just nonsense from friends in the world. Our White Horse Gang, as well as the Dragon Gang and Qing Gang back then, can't compare to the Blood Soul Hall." The man with the ponytail smiled and shook his head.
"In my eyes, you are all god-like existences."
Huang Mao said simply.
"Brother Huang Mao is too modest. FJ was the place where the Blood Soul Hall rose in the past. Brother Huang Mao was able to control it with one hand. To be honest, even our old prince admired Brother Huang Mao. No one could have imagined that FJ's criss-crossing forces would actually be
Because you, Brother Huang Mao, opened the situation, the man of the hour either became a runaway ghost, or became a soul killed by Brother Huang Mao. Brother Huang Mao is already a first-class hero in China."