The garbage area behind the small conference room of BFSU.
Pang Yuanyuan stood in the shadows, watching speechlessly as many students were smilingly searching for something in the trash can.
This small meeting room is where the guests of the guesthouse rest.
The thing in the hand of a boy who just walked past Pang Yuanyuan with a smirk was exactly the light industrial product that Su Wuting thought he had given away during the day.
Sure enough, the foreign guests just accepted it politely and then turned around and threw it into the trash can.
So when it gets dark, some brave students sneak over to take advantage of the situation.
In the darkness, two girls were walking back with a bag in their hands, smiling.
Hearing the sound of canned glass colliding as it moved away from her, Pang Yuanyuan sighed with a wry smile.
It turned out that her professional judgment was correct.
But when she looked up, she saw a pale face.
It was Su Wuting who had secretly followed her and was about to say something to her.
"Su Wuting," Pang Yuanyuan said subconsciously, "Don't be discouraged. This is probably just the behavior of a small number of guests..."
Just then, a few boys ran away from them, laughing and shouting softly, carrying a few sacks of things...
Pang Yuanyuan suddenly wanted to cover her forehead.
But Su Wuting had already left in a daze.
Pang Yuanyuan shook her head in confusion. Actually, Su Wuting was not bad either.
Why is there Liang when there is Yu?
wrong.
The two sides are not too different from each other, but Xiao Su is still some distance away from that person.
The bright moon shines over the nine provinces, some are happy while others are sad.
The fate of a distraught young man somewhere in the capital city cannot affect the celebration of those wealthy people for their achievements.
In Xiaoshan Film Association's opinion, today is the luckiest day in his life.
Tang Bohu!
Guan Gong painted by Tang Bohu!
It's the perfect combination of his two hobbies!
If this painting was not only half finished, Xiaoshan Katakatsu, who was almost fifty years old, would have almost announced to the public that he had no regrets in his life.
He felt that this painting was painted on his heart and was unveiled specifically because of his arrival.
The combination of the content of this painting and the author perfectly interprets his life.
He spent the first half of his life in gangs, and the second half doing business and collecting culture. What could better reflect his life than a painting of Guan Gong by Tang Bohu?
The Xiaoshan Film Association has booked half of the hotel tonight and invited many Japanese people and other foreign businessmen in Beijing, as well as foreign trade cadres from Longyang.
A high-standard tasting event.
Xiaoshan Pianxie, whose hair was half gray, rarely did not dye his hair black today. He deliberately revealed a sense of vicissitudes and decadence that belonged to a cultured person, and his smile never stopped.
The focus of the whole audience was naturally the half-length portrait of Erye hanging in the hall.
The second was Takahashi Hiroki, the most active player in the game.
In the eyes of ordinary Chinese people, Zhang Hongcheng got a great bargain, but in the eyes of people at the scene, Takahashi Hiroki was the one who really got a great bargain.
Can you buy an authentic work of Tang Bohu, and a painting of Guan Gong, for just 500,000 yuan?
If that college student really knew the value of this half picture in the future, he would probably faint in the toilet crying.
"Five hundred thousand?"
Zhou Niancheng, holding a tall wine glass, spat out three words coldly.
He glanced at Gusu Ting who was beside him, wondering what she was thinking.
"Sometimes I have to sigh that the poor boy is really lucky."
"Based on domestic prices, this money is enough for him to live a lifetime."
Gusu Ting drank the orange juice in the goblet in one gulp without even glancing back at Zhou Niancheng.
A faint smile disappeared from the corner of Gusu Ting's mouth.
I remember that when Zhou Niancheng was in North America, he would never belittle another man in front of a woman.
How proud Zhou Niancheng was at that time, but how long had he been in the country?
It’s a pity that the Zhou family has a good female leader. Even if Zhou Niancheng is eventually disabled, this woman is enough to wait until the third generation of the Zhou family grows up.
Looking at Zhou Hangping who was chatting and laughing with many wealthy businessmen not far away, Gusu Ting suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
Zhou Hangping had long noticed the gaze that Gusu Ting had been casting on his back.
Zhou Hangping was very happy today, even as happy as the host of today's banquet.
Zhou Niancheng is her adopted son, who she personally raised. Although he is better than many young people, in her eyes he is not worthy of being entrusted with the future of the entire Zhou family.
Old Master Zhou and she had never thought of handing over the family business to that unpromising half-brother.
It would be more accurate to say that this return to China is due to optimism about domestic opportunities, rather than to say that it is to transfer the family business to China before the old man passes away, so as to take that final step.
Naturally, everything she has will be left to her own son.
Zhou Hangping stopped chatting with her friends and turned back to glance at the young couple calmly.
Back then, she had made up her mind to leave her husband and son to work abroad. If she had harbored a bit of soft-heartedness in her heart, how could she have brought the Zhou family to its current position?
She had provided Zhou Niancheng with fine clothes and food and a high-end education for more than ten years, just to create an opponent and target for her half-brother.
Zhou Hangping is very happy today.
She originally thought that her son, who grew up in China, would probably not be able to be helped, so she needed Zhou Niancheng to grow up and fight with her brother.
If she really wanted to do good for Zhou Niancheng, she would not have found him a stronger-minded fiancée, Gusu Ting, knowing that Zhou Niancheng was a male chauvinist.
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