"No way, who told you that?" Yang Qingheng took a sip of soup, surprised.
Tang Bainian shook his head, feeling much better: "No, I heard Mingyu say he saw you at the car dealership yesterday. I guess he must have mistaken you for someone else."
“What’s with that look on his face?” Yang Qingheng was speechless. Then, as if she had thought of something, she patted Tang Bainian on the shoulder. “Chevrolet has released a new model that looks quite suitable for you. Your car is always having problems. I’ll just get you a new one as a birthday present.”
Tang Bainian's heart skipped a beat: "Give it to me?"
Yang Qingheng found it amusing: "Why are you making that face? I live in your house every day and you've never complained to me. I gave you a car and you're going to be polite to me?"
"How could that be? I'm overjoyed." Tang Baiqing laughed.
Yang Qingheng said, "Then I'll go check out the car after attending Boss Gu's birthday banquet tomorrow, and I'll have Sister Sun drive it back for you. You can just have your secretary register it then."
"banquet?"
Yang Qingheng tucked a stray hair behind her ear: "Yes, the company is short of investment recently."
Tang Bainian didn't ask any more questions.
The following day, in the evening, at the Changxi Hotel.
Song Hengjue sat listlessly on a chair in the corner, holding a wine glass. Gu Wenhao searched for him for a while before finally finding him and walked over helplessly.
"Why are you hiding so well here? Go out and chat."
Song Hengjue gripped his wine glass. He didn't particularly like this kind of occasion, but he still gave him face by standing up and saying, "The view outside the window is quite nice. I took a second look. It's kind of you to remember me today, birthday celebrant."
The two walked past several long tables and finally saw a group of men. Song Hengjue recognized them; they were all CEOs of well-known companies in the capital.
He put on a fake smile.
Before they even got close, the group of people came up to them and said, "Mr. Song, we've heard so much about you."
"I'd heard before that the boss of Boxiang Company was a handsome and talented man, and seeing him in person really makes us..."
The group put all their effort into saying some nice things.
She was even more glamorous than Gu Wenhao, the birthday celebrant.
However, at Gu Wenhao's level, he didn't care much. These people held good positions in the capital, and if they hadn't known that Song Hengjue would be coming, they might not have given him the face. He wasn't an ungrateful person.
In recent years, Song Hengjue has made a name for himself in Haicheng. Before graduating from university, he founded Boxiang Technology Company and led his team to develop a mobile phone that is even smaller than the "Big Brother" mobile phone.
Not to mention those few people, even Gu Wenhao wanted to personally go and say a few words of flattery to get closer to them.
As soon as Yang Qingheng entered, she saw a scene of men surrounding her like stars around the moon. Her lips twitched almost imperceptibly downwards, and after a few seconds, she walked over with a big smile, holding a wine glass.
"Boss Gu."
"Boss Yang is here. You look even more energetic than before." Gu Wenhao knew she was close to Mingyu, so he was very polite.
The others were indifferent, simply nodding slightly: "Mrs. Tang, it's been a long time."
Upon hearing this address, Yang Qingheng's smile faded slightly, but her expression remained as perfect as ever.
"It has been a long time. I did see your wife a couple of days ago."
Seeing Yang Qingheng's less-than-ideal complexion, Song Hengjue felt refreshed and let out a deep breath before taking a swig of red wine.
Mr. Zhang smiled faintly, but his tone lacked respect: "She's either shopping at the mall or going to kindergarten. Mrs. Tang, you ran into her at the mall, didn't you? No wonder, I heard your company hasn't had any big orders lately."
Yang Qingheng knew these men looked down on her, but this was the first time they had said it in public. She frowned slightly, gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger, pretending not to understand: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to know so much about Madam's whereabouts. Your relationship is truly enviable."
He turned to Gu Wenhao and raised his glass: "This toast is for the birthday celebrant, Mr. Gu. May I have a word with you in private?"
Gu Wenhao glanced at Song Hengjue, not really wanting to miss this opportunity to get closer to him, but still gave Yang Qingheng face: "Okay."
The two went to the small hall one after the other.
"I'm so sorry to bother you on Mr. Gu's birthday. Mr. Gu is such a busy man, it's so hard for me to get an appointment with you," Yang Qingheng said without any politeness, waving to Sun Rong. "I heard that you're looking for an opportunity to establish yourself in Beijing. I happen to be looking for an investor. Would you like to work with me?"
Sun Rong opened the documents and spread them out in front of Gu Wenhao, clearly explaining the details of the project, and then showed him the planning document.
Sun Rong's introduction was excellent, and more importantly, Yang Qingheng's project was indeed tempting. Gu Wenhao was somewhat moved: "I'll think about it."
Yang Qingheng knew that the matter was halfway done, and she exchanged a glance with Sun Rong, feeling a little pleased.
Just then, there was a knock on the door: "Mr. Gu, a young lady is looking for you."
The words had barely left his mouth when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Before the person even entered, the voice had already reached his ears.
"Boss Gu, I was wondering why I couldn't find you outside today. Turns out you were here."
This impolite behavior caused Gu Wenhao's expression to turn cold, but upon seeing the familiar face outside, he immediately became respectful.
"Miss Qiao, what brings you here? You didn't even tell me you were coming so I could have met you at the door."
Qiao Xihe, the only daughter of Director Qiao, is not someone he can afford to mess with.
Qiao Xihe casually found a seat, glanced at Yang Qingheng, and stopped at Gu Wenhao: "Boss Gu loves investing so much, why don't you invest some in me?"
Gu Wenhao was startled and said respectfully, "Miss Qiao, what are you joking about? You wouldn't even look at my measly three measly coins."
The two of them chatted away, completely ignoring Yang Qingheng, leaving her standing there.
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