"But... we have invited her to the annual meeting several times before. Why did she come this time? And she is a little girl?" This person asked another: "Did you see other people from Huanzhou go in just now?"
"No……"
After the words were spoken, the two people had complicated expressions.
So someone from Huanzhou came, but she was a little girl...
Could it be that he looked down on the Jin family and deliberately let his own children do it perfunctorily?
Thinking of this, the two waiters looked extremely ugly.
Jasmine, who walked into the hall, had no idea that the two people outside the door had imagined so much, and the same was true for Jingwu.
He just found a more convenient identity, and it just happened that Jin sent an invitation letter to Huanzhou.
"Miss, your seat is over there." Jingwu followed closely behind Moli and reminded her in time.
After the performance, there will be a charity auction. The organizer has arranged seats, but at this moment, no one has sat down yet and is standing aside chatting.
...
...
Suddenly I saw a little girl coming in. There was no one around except a bodyguard, and someone was holding a cup and asking questions.
"Whose little daughter is this? Why did she come in by herself?"
"I don't know him." The people around looked at him and said they had never seen him before.
"Oh, that's strange, could it be that we went to the wrong place?"
"That's impossible. Isn't there someone guarding the door? How can someone get in without an invitation?"
"Hey, look, how come she's heading towards the first row!"
Someone spoke in surprise, and everyone looked over.
Some of the guests who were chatting nearby all turned their heads and followed the direction that person pointed. They saw a little girl with a bun and a pink cotton jacket walking straight to the first row and sitting down steadily on the chair with the help of the bodyguard.
"Thank you, Uncle Jingwu." Jasmine thanked him politely after she sat down. After that, she turned her head and looked at the label on the chair -
Huanzhou.
It’s not Daddy’s company, nor is it Uncle Owen’s. Could it be Daddy’s industry in Kyoto?
Jasmine knew that her father's businesses were spread across many countries, and Uncle Jingwu might have just found one casually, so she didn't pay too much attention to it. After sitting down, she supported her chin and looked at the stage with a smile.
Uncle Jingwu found a really good position, where I can have a complete view of the stage, so I can say hello to Sister Shuhe later!
The little girl sat upright, looking forward to the show starting soon.
Behind him, the confused guests were about to explode.
"If I remember correctly, that position belongs to Huanzhou, right? Ah? The people from Huanzhou have finally come out?"
"So this little girl is the little princess of Huanzhou?"
"This... can't be so certain. In all these years, I have only met Huanzhou's CEO, a young man. I have never heard that he is married, so he can't have a daughter this old."
"Could it be the daughter or granddaughter of a shareholder?"
"That should be the case... But who would bring a child to such an occasion?"
"That's right, who would bring a child of a few years old to a banquet? It's a joke!"
"Then who do you think it is?" Someone asked with his hands spread out, and now no one spoke.
After a long while, someone answered, "Why are you so anxious? We'll know which one of Huanzhou's people has arrived when we see who comes over."
Everyone nodded when they heard this, and that was true.
So Jasmine, immersed in joy, had no idea that countless pairs of eyes were glancing at her from behind.
However, Jingwu, who was standing aside, frowned and glanced at the constant glances coming at him with a serious expression.
It seems like they are looking at you, but more out of curiosity, but we cannot rule out the possibility that someone might take the opportunity to do something tricky.
Jingwu withdrew his gaze and took out his cell phone without hesitation to call someone over.
Song Qingyin, who had just finished taking photos next door, came in and noticed a strange atmosphere in the hall.
I don’t know if it’s because the dinner is about to begin, but the sounds of conversation in the hall have become much quieter. People gather in groups of three or five, clinking their glasses, nodding, smiling, and talking in low voices.
"What's going on? It feels weird." Geng Fan looked around and said to Song Qingyin close to him.
Even Geng Fan sensed it. Song Qingyin narrowed her eyes slightly, walked to her seat and sat down thoughtfully.
There were seven or eight rows of seats in the hall, and she was arranged to sit in the fifth row. Sitting next to her were people in the same circle, most of whom had worked with the Jin family.
Just then Song Qingyin heard the two female artists on the left whispering.
"Who is that little girl? Why can she sit in the first row?"
Another person leaned over to take a look and said, "I don't know her. She must be some little princess."
"But that position belongs to Huanzhou! You know Huanzhou launched a new product last year, and many companies approached them to discuss endorsements. In the end, Huanzhou directly said that they would never ask anyone to endorse their products!"
"Huanzhou? I only know that it is a company that suddenly appeared four or five years ago. However, it has developed too rapidly in the past few years, suppressing the Yan family. Moreover, if it weren't for the Jin family's solid foundation... Tsk, it's hard to say."
"Hush, I'll tell you in secret. I was entertaining people a while ago, and there was a boss at the table who didn't dare to say it out loud, but what he meant was that Huanzhou is stronger than Jin's... in fact."
"So amazing?" the female artist was surprised.
"That's not true. But a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. After all, the Jin family will not be easily suppressed."
The two people's private conversation fell into Song Qingyin's ears.
She couldn't help but look up at the first row. What little girl?
I scanned the first row and finally fixed my eyes on the middle row, where I indeed saw a small figure sitting.
Only half of her head was exposed. She had her hair tied in a bun and the back of her head was round. But there were other people sitting in front of her, so she couldn't see their faces.
Song Qingyin frowned and turned slightly to take another look.
Huanzhou?
She silently repeated the name in her mind. She had heard of it before, of course, but knew very little about it.
Song Qingyin pursed her lips and thought to herself that Kyoto was truly full of powerful people.
A few minutes later, the host came on stage again and reminded all guests to take their seats as the dinner was about to begin.
There were people gathering around, Song Qingyin looked around but couldn't find Pei Leyao, but she saw Pei Jingmo sitting in the third row.
And it was right in front of her.
The man also looked sideways at her, their eyes met, and Song Qingyin waved at him.
Pei Jingmo had a gentle expression. He smiled at her and then sat down with his back lowered.
Pei Leyao hasn't come back yet, so I guess she found Chen Shuhe "playing".
Song Qingyin curled her lips, folded her hands on her knees, looked at the stage comfortably and calmly, and ignored her.
Another two minutes passed, and as the host finished his speech, the lights in the venue changed and suddenly became dim.
At the same time, the background of the big screen floated quietly, turning into an antique carved window lattice picture, with overlapping screen shadows and ink-colored moss, as if telling the stories of thousands of years ago in silence.
The distant and vast sound of the guqin slowly rang out, and a beam of warm yellow light shone on the center of the stage like moonlight.
The strings of the zither trembled, and a few scarlet flowers floated down from the top of the head. Suddenly, the sound of the zither changed drastically, and a red figure appeared in front of everyone, stepping on the gentle rhythm of the zither...
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