Wen Xi was going back to Haicheng in the evening, so Li Minglang asked his secretary to buy Wen Xi a first-class ticket for the flight at 7:20 tonight.
Before leaving Chef Li's restaurant, Wen Xi said to Li Minglang, "I'll leave the subsequent development of the Rice Fragrance Food Festival into a night market to you. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
Li Minglang could not hide his love for talent. He looked at Wen Xi with clear eyes. His intuition as a businessman told him that this woman would be a rare talent in the future. Now, it would be right to treat Boss Wen sincerely!
"Great! The Daoxiang Food Festival has brought out many good projects, and my investment team thinks they have great potential."
The popularity of the second day of the Daoxiang Food Festival was even higher than yesterday, and the Juanwang Night Market is also being gradually planned. However, such a large project cannot be implemented in a day or two.
As the project initiator, Wen Xi now has the support of Chef Li's Catering and has strong financial support, but relying on Chef Li's Catering is not a long-term solution.
The most important thing now is to work hard to make money. It is most reassuring to use your own money.
Wen Xi is also looking forward to winning more black technologies and striving to gain more shares and voice by investing in technology.
Wen Xi advised: "If you want to develop new dishes, why not go to our Daoxiang Food Festival and have a look? You might find something unexpected."
Li Minglang's eyes lit up. Their restaurant relied on team research and development to research new dishes. Now that it was the Rice Fragrance Food Festival, more and more businesses wanted to join in, and the variety of snacks became more and more abundant. It was indeed a treasure worth exploring.
Li Minglang sent a driver to take Wen Xi to the airport.
At 6 p.m., Wen Xi, who was checking in, received a text message from the bank.
Huaxia Bank: At 6:00 PM, a deposit of 600,000 RMB was credited to your bank card ending in 4831. Your current balance is 600,213.87 RMB.
Wen Xi thought of Li Minglang saying to add more, but he didn't expect that he would add so much.
The small treasury was instantly filled up, and Wen Xi felt relieved.
There is a dedicated business first-class check-in counter for first-class check-in. Wen Xi quickly arrived at the dedicated waiting room. It was lunchtime and there was a buffet of hot meals available. Wen Xi did not have dinner and came here on an empty stomach just for this moment.
After boarding the plane, Wen Xi lay on the leather seat and covered herself with the blanket given by the flight attendant and rested for two hours.
Wen Xi didn't know that the flight attendants in the cabin were secretly watching her while she was sleeping.
"Does the length of eyelashes really exist?"
"How come your skin is so good! Such a smooth little face!"
"She was so gentle when she said thank you to me just now. I fell in love with her."
At 9:40 in the evening, Wen Xi heard the flight attendant's gentle wake-up call.
Arrived in Haicheng.
Looking down from the window of the plane, the lights of this bustling metropolis shine colorfully in the dark night, concentrated in those places where every inch of land is valuable.
Wen Xi put on sunglasses and got off the plane following the voice instructions.
It had just rained lightly in Haicheng and the air was very humid. Wen Xi was standing on the side of the road, pulling a suitcase and wearing a thin windbreaker.
The sunglasses on her face covered most of her palm-sized face, leaving only a pair of crimson lips exposed.
The airport is far away from the house Wen Xi rented, so Wen Xi took a taxi directly to the nearest five-star hotel.
The song playing in the taxi was a live version of "Rice Fragrance" sung by Wen Xi at the Rice Field Music Festival. Wen Xi himself was slightly surprised.
Did the driver notice Wen Xi's expression? "Is the music disturbing you? I'll turn it off now."
Wen Xi quickly said: "No, just leave it there."
“This is the best song I’ve ever heard.”
After saying this, Wen Xi couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.
The driver was like he had found a kindred spirit: "I think so too! This female singer's singing is so healing!"
"Sometimes when I drive at night, I feel much more peaceful when I listen to this song."
When Wen Xi heard this, the curve of his mouth became bigger and bigger.
It started to drizzle outside the window again. Wen Xi looked at the overpass in the rain through the car window, with an emotion that was about to burst out hidden in his chest.
Haicheng, she is back.
*
The next day at 11:00 am.
A high-end private restaurant in Haicheng.
Gao Shuyi was sitting in a private room in the restaurant, fidgeting. "Sister Bingying, did Wen Xi reply to your message?"
"I submitted the song, and the production team of 'Ming Lan's Story' responded. They said my song has been shortlisted."
"So I'm going to sing it live next week, and they'll choose a song on the spot from the shortlisted songs."
"Wen Xi hasn't agreed to authorize us to release the lyrics yet! The production team is pressing us."
Long Bingying checked her phone, her anger rising. "I asked my connections at the airline to check, and Wen Xi flew back to Haicheng last night."
"We're actually sitting in first class!"
"That little girl really knows how to enjoy herself! The company won't reimburse her for first class anyway."
When Gao Shuyi heard that Wen Xi was sitting in first class, he suddenly felt unbalanced.
She is the number one artist of Huawu Entertainment and enjoys first-class treatment. Only she, an artist like her, can enjoy this in the entire company.
What kind of status does Wen Xi have to dare to sit in first class like her?
Long Bingying patted Gao Shuyi's shoulder soothingly: "Don't be angry. You've already met with Mr. Mo from Zhifou Wine Group."
"Boss Mo also said that he really appreciates your talent."
"Today at lunchtime, let's take down the contract for the news broadcast advertisement!"
Gao Shuyi opened his mouth to speak, but Mo Tiankuo, the CEO of Zhifou Liquor, came over with his son Mo Xiao.
Long Bingying whispered in her ear, "Even if Wen Xi doesn't want to listen to me, she has to, unless she doesn't want to be in the entertainment industry anymore."
Gao Shuyi remembered what Long Bingying said about Wen Xi's handle. What was it?
But seeing Long Bingying so confident, Gao Shuyi was no longer so uneasy. Her attention was attracted by Mo Tiankuo's son Mo Xiao.
Mo Xiao's rich face is as good-looking as any movie star in the entertainment industry, and the word "domineering boss" is almost written on his face.
Long Bingying glanced between Mo Xiao and Gao Shuyi. Could it be that Mr. Mo appreciated Gao Shuyi's talent and wanted to match her with his son?
Long Bingying was filled with ecstasy. If Gao Shuyi became the daughter-in-law of the Zhifou Wine Group, their Huawu Entertainment would also be able to benefit from it and become more famous. Then who would dare to say that Huawu Entertainment was a small workshop!
Mo Tiankuo and his son introduced Gao Shuyi: "Mo Xiao, this is the artist I mentioned to you, the one who actually wrote 'Ru Meng Ling'! Gao Shuyi is an actor and a singer."
"I heard from Ms. Long that Miss Gao was willing to give this wonderful poem to Wen Xi, the illiterate artist in their company, in order to save his reputation and prevent him from being ridiculed."
"Such a demeanor is truly impressive!"
After the introduction, Mo Tiankuo looked at Mo Xiao, feeling a little nervous, hoping that his son would be more normal today and not go crazy again.
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