It was said to be a birthday party. When Lin Chuan arrived at the hotel, he discovered that it was just a banquet in a rural area.
In this day and age, wherever there is a high-end cocktail party, such a scene can be considered a good one.
And at the entrance of the restaurant, there is someone who accepts gift money.
The guests who arrived paid money one after another.
But most people give 30 yuan, and a very few people give 100 yuan.
According to the current consumption level, those who give 100 are basically the businessmen who made their fortune from Xie Hongchen Textile Factory.
Nowadays, Huishi Textile Factory seems to be the only one, and textiles are still in short supply, so they have no choice but to flatter this company.
When it was Lin Chuan's turn, Lin Chuan just took out 60 yuan and gave it to Mr. Gift Money with a smile.
"Two people, Lin Chuan and Shang Jiaxiu!"
Mr. Lijin was still very dedicated. He stuffed the money into a wad of money and neatly wrote Lin Chuan's name with a calligraphy brush.
Lin Chuan glanced at the pile of money. It should be ten or twenty thousand.
This Xie Hongchen is really good at making money.
Never miss an opportunity to make money.
At this moment, Wang Kaizhe suddenly appeared behind him and said coldly and contemptuously: "How dare you, a boss as big as you, give away 30 yuan? A tailor is a tailor, and he is always full of needlework!"
Lin Chuan turned around and looked at Wang Kaizhe with a smile.
Today's cocktail party was really lively, and even he came to join in the fun.
But Lin Chuan was not angry.
Wang Kaizhe is this kind of person. Being angry with him is a waste of life cells.
So Lin Chuan smiled calmly and said: "How can I compare with Mr. Wang? The price is only 30,000, we are just here to join in the fun!"
Thirty thousand?
Everyone nearby looked at Wang Kaizhe.
Thirty thousand yuan as a gift, what a big friendship, what a big gesture?
There were even whispers.
"Wang Kaizhe can afford thirty thousand yuan. Now that he is Xie Hongchen's partner, he relies on Xie Hongchen's fabrics to support his garment factory. Thirty thousand yuan is really not much!"
"30,000 is not much? My monthly salary is only 70. This is enough for me to earn for several years. I am still very rich and generous!"
"Don't even look at Wang Kaizhe's status. We are a multi-millionaire in Hui City. To him, 30,000 yuan is nothing!"
Listening to everyone's gossip, Wang Kaizhe's face turned dark.
When did Xin ask for a gift of 30,000 yuan?
Does he have a lump on his head, or is he insane?
Originally, he wanted to just give it up for 500 yuan, but Lin Chuan, that damn tailor, made it difficult for him to do so.
There are so many people watching around.
Mr. Lijin's brushes are all ready to receive this great gift.
If he didn't take 30,000 yuan, would he still have the dignity?
The angry Wang Kaizhe glared at Lin Chuan fiercely, wishing to tear his face with a contemptuous smile to pieces on the spot.
When Mr. Lijin saw Wang Kaizhe's expression, it was as if he had taken some poison, and his expression changed several times in a few seconds.
Even the ink on the brush is almost dry. Is he just casual or not?
"Mr. Wang, are you going along or not?"
This question was asked at the wrong time. Wang Kaizhe even glared at the old man coldly and said bitterly: "Nonsense, why am I standing here if you don't follow the rules?"
"Then you take thirty thousand, right?" The old man wrote as he spoke.
"What's 30,000? I think you look like 30,000, so just give me 500!"
After that, Wang Kaizhe threw 500 yuan on the table.
This made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.
It felt like I had taken off my pants, only to find that my legs were covered with hair.
Lin Chuandu said with a frown on his face: "Mr. Wang, how dare you give away 500 yuan? Isn't this a bit stingy for a rich person like you?"
When Wang Kaizhe met, he was tricked by Lin Chuan.
Now I was feeling very unhappy and didn't want to talk to Lin Chuan anymore, so I walked into the venue with a cold snort.
Lin Chuan felt particularly funny and walked into the venue with Shang Jiaxiu.
Shang Jiaxiu had never seen such a scene before. She was so nervous that she was like a child who was afraid of losing her way and always wanted to hold Lin Chuan's hand.
But he was afraid of being laughed at, so he could only follow Lin Chuan closely and find two empty seats next to each other and sit down.
Seeing that Shang Jiaxiu still lowered his head, Lin Chuan laughed softly: "You are my secretary now. You lower your head as if I am bullying you. Be brave and raise your head so that I can
It’s so respectable!”
For the sake of Lin Chuan, Shang Jiaxiu slowly raised his head.
Everyone sitting at the same table looked at Shang Jiaxiu.
An aunt in her fifties also praised: "Look at this girl, how beautiful she is. You must be wearing a Mengying brand dress. I have always wanted to buy it, but I just can't!"
Another woman next to her also said: "The Mengying dress is in hot demand right now, you have to go through the back door to buy it!"
The fifty-year-old woman complained: "I'm surprised that the clothes produced in Hui City can't be bought in Hui City!"
Looking at the woman's figure, Lin Chuan was glad that she didn't buy it.
Otherwise, such a good dress would not have any brand image.
On the contrary, Shang Jiaxiu gained a little more courage after being praised.
Moreover, she was so close to Lin Chuan now that she even had an illusion in her mind, as if the man she loved in this life was Lin Chuan.
At this moment, Xie Hongchen finally appeared.
But what made Lin Chuan feel ridiculous was that when the protagonist came on stage, there was not even a single round of applause.
It's time for everyone to crack melon seeds, eat melon seeds, and talk.
That's how it is originally, what kind of birthday party? It's just a meal with the gifts, who cares what he does?
Behind Xie Hongchen was a middle-aged foreigner.
These days, having a foreigner next to you is quite cool.
Xie Hongchen's bald head and beer-belly figure also look more classy.
He also shook hands with Wang Kaizhe and several other guests.
Wang Kaizhe whispered a few words into Xie Hongchen's ear.
Xie Hongchen's ruthless eyes immediately found Lin Chuan's back in the crowd, and then there was a trace of disdain.
At this moment, the manager of the hotel came over and asked: "Thank you, boss, can we open the table? You are already half an hour late, and we are still waiting to get off work!"
Xie Hongchen's wife was unwilling to listen and said with a cold face: "You said this. We spend money to have banquets at your place because we appreciate your hotel.
We haven't eaten yet, and you still want to get off work? I have to tell your boss later whether our Lao Xie's birthday party can still be held here?"
When the manager saw that girl, she had slanted eyebrows and bared teeth, she was a shrew.
He shook his head helplessly, turned and left.
Not far away, Lin Chuan felt ridiculous.
This birthday party is worse than a banquet in the countryside.
At this moment, Xie Hongchen stood up and gave a speech first.