Mrs. Jun's status is respected. If you can answer cleverly and win her favor, you can gain the full support of the Jun family.
Everyone was unwilling to give up this opportunity and started talking among themselves.
But everyone's answers made Mrs. Jun shake her head frequently.
It seems that their answers are not in line with Mrs. Jun's heart.
Fang Xueqi watched from the side as everyone was embarrassed, racking her brains to try to make a splash.
Isn’t charity just about donating money? People who are short of money are naturally poor.
Fang Xueqi's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly squeezed in front of Mrs. Jun, and said proudly, "Mrs. Jun, I know the answer to the question you asked. The charity dinner is to help the poor make money. We spent so much money tonight. Those poor people
Is Dele blooming?"
Before he finished speaking, Han Zicheng stepped forward and pulled Fang Xueqi back.
Fang Xueqi originally wanted to show off her presence in front of Mrs. Jun, but was dragged back by Han Zicheng. She immediately expressed dissatisfaction, "Cousin, what are you doing? I'm talking to Mrs. Jun. Isn't this too rude of you?"
Han Zicheng was furious, "You are the one who is rude."
Han Zicheng's character has always been refined and gentle, and he rarely gets angry in front of others.
But fortunately, he has a gentle personality. If the violent head of another family heard his daughter and sister say this, he would probably have slapped her in the face.
If you can't please Mrs. Jun, then that's it, but you actually offended Mrs. Jun.
Really stupid.
Fang Xueqi still didn't feel that she was at fault, and even felt that Han Zicheng ruined her good deeds.
The Jun family has a great business, but can the nobles of Night City really empathize with those poor people?
If Han Zicheng hadn't held her back, Mrs. Jun would definitely agree with her answer!
The other guests had different expressions after hearing Fang Xueqi's answer. Apart from watching the fun, they were so embarrassed that they secretly laughed at Fang Xueqi for being a fool.
Some people even started to discuss it privately.
"Shen Yingxue left in Yecheng, and Fang Xueqi came back. They are both useless, but they are really embarrassing."
Fang Xueqi was immersed in her own world and did not hear.
However, Song Lan next to him heard it attentively.
A cold and cold curve appeared on Song Lanjiao's lips. When she saw that no one answered Mrs. Jun's words, she spoke gently when the place became cold.
"I remember tonight's charity dinner not only cooperated with major charities, but also connected with all welfare institutions and schools? I think this is very good. Children are the hope and pillars of the country's future. The money in our hands
It would be very gratifying if we could feed and clothe those children.”
As soon as Song Lan opened her mouth, everyone looked at her.
Song Lan's perspective is unique and novel. He is neither sensational nor domineering. He is as calm and gentle as a piece of jade that feels warm to the touch.
Paired with her sweet and soft voice, it sounds particularly comfortable.
He Chaozhi was also very surprised that Song Lan could actually say such a thing.
He stood behind Song Lan and laughed inaudibly, "So you value children so much, it would be a pity not to become a teacher."
Song Lan ignored He Chaozhi and just stepped back a few steps without being humble or arrogant, leaving the place to those with noble status and not stealing their limelight.
After listening to so many people's answers, Mrs. Jun was most satisfied with Song Lan's.
What others said was either too far-fetched or too false. Only Song Lan's words were the most realistic.
She grabbed Song Lan's wrist and brought her back to the crowd.
Song Lan was surprised, "Mrs. Jun, what are you doing?"
"Don't be afraid, I am very satisfied with your answer and plan to give you a small reward." Mrs. Jun said with a smile.
She waved to the secretary, who quickly handed over a document. Mrs. Jun stuffed it into Song Lan's hand and said with loving eyes.
"Take a look?"
Song Lan took it in surprise and opened it, only to find that it actually contained a check from a charity fund.
Mrs. Jun said gently, "I plan to use my personal savings to set up a charity fund and name it after you to support poor students. What do you think?"
Song Lan quickly closed the check and bowed with a serious expression, "No, Mrs. Jun, this is too expensive."
Mrs. Jun plans to give her the reputation of doing good deeds and make her famous.
But Song Lan is definitely not such a selfish villain, and she will never want things that don't belong to her.
"It's all for charity anyway, so there's no need to be so particular about it, just accept it," Mrs. Jun said with a smile.
"It's really not possible, Madam." Song Lan raised his black eyes, looked at Madam Jun quietly, and spoke sincerely.
"I have taken this good name without providing any funds. This is unfair to anyone. Instead of using my name, it is better to be anonymous and let the children learn and grow without any burden.
Okay?"
Every word Song Lan said made Mrs. Jun take a high look.
She thought Song Lan approached her for fame and fortune, but now that he had given her fame and fortune, she was determined not to.
It's good to have your own principles and backbone.
Mrs. Jun thought for a while and said with a smile, "Well, since you don't want to and I won't force it, then as you said, I will donate this fund anonymously, so you should be happy, right?"
While Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief, he also admired Mrs. Jun even more.
This woman who was able to support the Jun family to its current status is indeed not an easy person.
"Then thank you, Mrs. Jun."
After the dinner, Song Lan took He Chaozhi's car home.
The long dress was torn at the banquet. She was exposed late at night, and the temperature in the car was also low. Song Lan's smooth legs were trembling slightly in the air.
He Chaozhi caught a glimpse of her coldly hugging him, curled his lips, took off his suit jacket and put it on her legs, saying angrily and funny.
"Why don't you say something if you're afraid of the cold? Do you think the air conditioner in my car is just a decoration?"
He Chaozhi asked the driver to turn on the heater, and Song Lan quickly felt better.
When they got downstairs from the apartment, Song Lan returned the suit jacket covering his legs to He Chaozhi, with a low and gentle voice, "Thank you tonight for taking me to the Jun family's dinner."
I met so many people and made friends with Mrs. Jun.
Although there was a little awkwardness with Fang Xueqi, Song Lan didn't take it to heart.
He Chaozhi sat in the car, with his long legs on the ground outside the car door, and leaned closer to Song Lan, "Why are you being polite to me? As my female companion, you deserve this. What's your harvest tonight?"
"reward?"
"Well, how many connections do we know?" He Chaozhi curled his lips.
Song Lan reacted and took out a stack of business cards from her handbag, almost losing her grip with her slender hands.
"Hmm, so much, it's not bad, right?"
There are at least dozens of them.
And they all have golden connections in the upper class. To reporters, this is simply a sign that her performance is beckoning to her.
