Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Eighth Chapter Qi Da Gongzi
Dongfang Qing was silent for a while. After breaking away from the memories of the past, she turned her beautiful eyes and smiled lightly, "It's not convenient to tell you this. Or when he comes tomorrow, you can ask him in person."
Seeing that the smile on Dongfang Qing's face was much lessened, and there was a touch of indifference in her words, the reporters also knew enough to stop asking questions, and instead started talking about some things about the competition.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Dongfang Qing finished speaking, a mean voice suddenly sounded.
"Xiaoqing, what are you talking about? Will Xiaowei also come to be a judge? Then there must be a judge for me!"
The reporters turned around and saw a handsome man suddenly squeezing over from behind, grabbing the reporters beside him and shouting excitedly to Dongfang Qing.
"Is Xiaoqing really fake? Xiaowei is really willing to go out? Haha, wait, I'll call Zhou Liang right now, and then we'll go with him to be a judge."
Listening to the nonsensical words of her cousin-in-law and looking at the reporters' exciting eyes, Dongfang Qing rarely had a serious face.
"Boss Qi, please don't joke. Not everyone can be a judge."
After not seeing each other for many years, Mr. Qi is still so handsome and handsome. However, after inheriting his father's real estate group, Mr. Qi actually grew a beard on his chin. Not to mention, he looks like he has grown a lot.
Of course, the expression on his face is still as dull as ever.
Isn't that right? Boss Qi put his arm around the shoulders of a female reporter and said like a playboy.
"Xiao Qing, why are you doing this with me? You know I'm your cousin-in-law, do you talk to elders like this? Besides, I am the sponsor of this competition, and I am a judge.
Isn’t it easy? By the way, leave one for Zhou Liang, we haven’t played with Xiaowei in many years.”
Dongfang Qing covered her forehead with a headache and quickly explained to the reporter with a smile.
"Don't listen to Boss Qi's nonsense. He is just joking. After all, he has always been such a funny person."
"I'm not kidding."
"Haha, as you can see, Boss Qi is so funny."
"I'm really not kidding."
"You stayed at my place three times last month."
"Well, Chairman Dongfang is right. Even if I am a sponsor, I must not use money for personal gain. You must know that this is a very bad thing!"
Dongfang Qing gave Qi Bin a helpless roll of her eyes, saying that after so many years, Mr. Qi still looked as dead as before, and could not see any progress.
but......
Thinking of this, Dongfang Qing's beautiful eyes darkened slightly.
But it would be nice to let him play with that guy, right?
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"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. It turns out that Chairman Zhang is also so interested in calligraphy and painting, and his insights are so unique. I wonder why you introduced Chairman Zhang to us. It's too much."
Mr. Dongfang nodded repeatedly, "It's not mine, it's not mine. In this case, I will punish myself with a drink now."
Amid the laughter of a group of leaders, Mr. Dao raised his chin proudly, and then continued to chat with Mayor Zhao with a bit of pride about the famous painting by Li Tang from the Song Dynasty that he bought in his office just for the sake of appearance.
To put it bluntly, what Mr. Dao said was eloquent, and what he said was a person with unique vision and ignorance. I really thought he was a master who had a deep study of calligraphy and painting.
Well, here comes the question. How did Mr. Dao, who has never been very interested in calligraphy and painting, do this?
In fact, it is very simple, because the famous painting of Li and Tang from the Song Dynasty was bought by Mr. Dao from the auction house for a total of three million for the sake of appearance, and after buying it back, Mr. Dao also worked hard and memorized it carefully.
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And it was precisely by relying on his own trick that Master Dao quickly became friends with Mayor Zhao, who loves calligraphy and painting. The two stood together and communicated eagerly, just like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Of course, when taking photos with Mayor Zhao arm-in-arm, Dao Ye also said that I have no feelings for paintings. In this way, the painting of Li Tang will be sent to me tomorrow. It will not be like a pearl covered in dust, right?
At this time, Mr. Dao officially became Mayor Zhao's old brother who lived and died together. The mayor even patted Mr. Dao on the shoulder and called him "brother", not to mention being affectionate.
At this time, when Master Dao was biting his ears and asking Mayor Zhao if he wanted to come and sit with him when he had time, Karl suddenly passed by Master Dao with a wine glass in his hand. Master Dao had sharp eyes and saw him at a glance, and then
He hurriedly pulled Karl over and introduced him to the leaders enthusiastically.
"Come on, let me introduce you to someone. This young man's name is Carl. He is my lobby manager. Well, he is also the heir to the British Burren Foundation. He is currently interning in my hotel."
Mayor Zhao and others heard that the Bolan Group had no reaction, but the food critic Mr. Wang suddenly exclaimed.
"The Burren Group?! I've heard of it. It's a giant British family business with businesses all over the world."
As soon as Mr. Wang said this, all the leaders looked at the polite Carl, their eyes full of surprise, and Carl also appropriately demonstrated his qualities as the heir to a foreign consortium.
"Good evening gentlemen, my name is Carl Bolen, nice to meet you all today."
With that said, Karl bowed extremely politely.
Looking at Karl's extraordinary temperament and conversation, everyone nodded secretly, and then praised Master Dao for his good luck in finding such an outstanding young man.
After relying on Karl to help him earn some face, the Taoist master at this moment really felt a little bit ecstatic. He patted Karl on the shoulder and his face was filled with joy.
"Okay, okay, Xiaoka, you can go play by yourself. I know you can't get along with us old guys, so I won't force you to do it."
Karl smiled politely, nodded gently, and then prepared to visit the chefs who were being interviewed by reporters and inquire about information.
But at this time, as Karl was about to leave, Master Dao grabbed his arm. Looking at the banquet hall where people were coming and going, Master Dao asked strangely.
"Hey, Xiaoka, where have those children gone?"
Hearing this, Karl pushed up the frame of his sunglasses with some embarrassment. Of course he knew who the children Dao was talking about were. At that moment, Karl pointed to the left in embarrassment.
Dao Ye looked in the direction that Karl pointed, and looked at the five-headed guy gathered around the dining table on the left, devouring his food without any sign of eating. He almost had the words "starving ghost" written on his face. Dao Ye immediately
He withdrew his gaze and continued chatting with the leaders with a smile, but a faint sentence came out of his mouth.