The others in the seats responded one after another, and for a moment, all eyes fell on Wen Ran's exquisite facial features.
Wen Ran felt uncomfortable being stared at by them, but he suppressed his discomfort and did not respond.
Seeing that Bai Zhenghua had no intention of letting go, Wen Ran moved his body to the side by pulling out a chair.
The two of them thus distanced themselves from each other, and Bai Zhenghua's arm length was limited, so he naturally let go of Wen Ran.
Wen Ran sat down, took the bag from her arm and placed it behind her waist.
Bai Zhenghua also sat down, looked at everyone present, and praised Wen Ran.
"There are eight artists in my company, and the one with the best looks and the most potential is Wen Ran.
When I signed her, I thought she would be a big hit, and look, it’s been less than two years and she’s already a big hit.”
Bai Zhenghua spoke with a smile, and his whole head was glowing with joy.
When he saw Wen Ran again, his eyes looked like he was looking at a money tree.
Wen Ran smiled faintly at everyone and remained silent.
At this time, Bai Zhenghua picked up the white wine, poured a small cup for Wen Ran himself, and whispered to her earnestly.
"I asked you to come here today so I could take you to meet some big names in the business world. You have a long way to go. If you want to be successful in the long run, you have to make more plans."
Wen Ran immediately understood that Bai Zhenghua came today to find a financial sponsor for her.
Bai Zhenghua picked up the poured wine glass and handed it to Wen Ran, introducing it to him.
"The person sitting opposite me is Mr. Zhao from the Zhao Group. When you didn't come just now, Mr. Zhao was very anxious and kept asking me when you would come over.
Since this is your first meeting with Mr. Zhao, you should show some sincerity and offer him a drink."
Wen Ran took the wine glass and sat down on the chair without moving.
Among the eight business tycoons present, Mr. Zhao, whom Bai Zhenghua mentioned, was obviously the oldest one. The wrinkles on his face and the pores as big as those used to plant rice seedlings were very conspicuous.
Wen Ran raised his arm and raised his wine glass, and said loudly to Zhao Jianming opposite him: "Mr. Zhao, it's our first meeting. I toast to you."
Wen Ran took a sip as he spoke, and Zhao Jianming was so happy that he looked like a fool. He picked up the wine glass with both hands and drank it in one gulp.
After finishing his drink, Zhao Jianming leaned forward and said excitedly, "Miss Wen, you're so polite. I wonder if you recognize me, Miss Wen? I'm the CEO of the Zhao Group. You must know the Zhao Group, right?"
Wen Ran's rosy lips curved slightly. "Some time ago, it was reported online that the formaldehyde content in the building materials produced by the Zhao Group exceeded the standard. But which Zhao Group is that?"
Zhao Jianming's smile instantly disappeared, and he leaned back against the chair.
Bai Zhenghua, standing by, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "What about formaldehyde exceeding the standard? That's all made up by the reporters just to generate buzz!"
There was an extra layer of blame and anger in Bai Zhenghua's eyes when he looked at Wen Ran.
Wen Ran didn't take it seriously and even crossed his legs under the table.
Zhao Jianming stopped talking. A middle-aged man next to him, about forty years old, with a crew cut and a face that looked like a puffer fish, spoke.
He raised his glass and said, "Miss Wen, I saw you walk down the aisle last year, and I'm still impressed. I've wanted to meet you for a long time. Come, let me toast you with this glass of wine."
Wen Ran turned to look at Bai Zhenghua, who quickly introduced him, "This is Mr. Lin from the Lin Group, who specializes in flavored beverages."
Bai Zhenghua suddenly lowered his voice and continued in a voice that only he and Wen Ran could hear: "His company is currently in need of a spokesperson. You should seize the opportunity."
Wen Ran let out a long "Oh" and continued to look at Mr. Lin who was holding a wine glass.
He put on a brilliant smile and said, "It's Mr. Lin. I've heard a lot about you."
Lin Pinghai was ecstatic. He leaned forward and grabbed the table and asked, "Miss Wen, do you know me?"
"Of course I know. At the end of last year, a fake news program revealed that Lin's drinks contained no real ingredients and had excessive amounts of preservatives. I still remember it!"
After saying that, Wen Ran brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip.
Mr. Zhao's face instantly darkened and looked extremely ugly. He put down his glass and stopped drinking.
Bai Zhenghua's face turned purple with anger. He glared at Wen Ran, wishing he could dig open her head to see what was inside.
He used his connections to specially invite these bigwigs, with the aim of making Wen Ran's future better.
The better Wen Ran develops, the more money he will have in his pocket.
Now that the situation has just begun, Wen Ran has offended two big shots in a row.
Even his own face lost its glow.
But everyone was still there, and he couldn't directly scold Wen Ran for making a fool of himself, so he could only endure and wait for the dinner to be over.
Wen Ran picked up the chopsticks and began to eat seriously.
He ate very seriously, without even raising his head, and took one bite after another.
Whenever someone talked to her or wanted to drink with her, Wen Ran would never refuse.
But the words she replied to the other party left him speechless and unable to drink.
The looks everyone gave her changed from lust at the beginning to extreme disgust.
Halfway through the meal, Wen Ran received a call from Shang Jingchi.
As soon as the call was connected, Shang Jingchi asked, "Who are you having dinner with at the Chinese restaurant?"
Wen Ran was stunned for a moment and glanced at his phone. He hadn't sent Shang Jingchi his location, so he wondered how he knew he was at a Chinese restaurant.
"I'm asking you." Shang Jingchi suddenly raised his voice, his tone very unhappy.
Wen Ran was startled and whispered back, "With a friend."
Then there was a "beep, beep, beep..." sound from the phone, and Shang Jingchi hung up the call.
Wen Ran frowned, not understanding why Shang Jingchi was angry again.
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