What surprised Yuan Fangguo was that he actually met Bai Yanfei at the banquet that evening.
Bai Yanfei was not surprised to see Yuan Fangguo here.
"Senior brother, are you very familiar with Wang Ping?" Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around and the banquet had not yet started, Yuan Fangguo couldn't help but ask in a low voice in the corner of the hall.
Bai Yanfei shook his head. "A friend asked me to come here. What about you? I heard this person has a very important background."
"I've met this Wang Ping once." Yuan Fangguo smiled bitterly.
Bai Yanfei's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the passivity in Yuan Fangguo's heart.
"Fang Guo, to be honest, my friend asked me to check this person." Bai Yanfei said to Yuan Fangguo in a low voice.
"I doubt him, too," Yuan Fangguo said. "I heard he's made a lot of money out of nothing here in Chengdu. If he takes a fancy to someone, they'll either lose everything or be skinned alive."
Bai Yanfei said, "I'm not aware of this, but I always feel that this banquet is like a Hongmen Banquet."
Yuan Fangguo had the same idea and nodded involuntarily.
As the two chatted, guests filed in one after another. As the leader's secretary, Bai Yanfei naturally knew quite a few people, including the deputy mayor, the secretary general, a calligrapher, and a painter...
"This Wang Ping is no ordinary person. He invited so many people here." Bai Yanfei said.
"I don't know what he's up to." Yuan Fangguo was looking forward to the show.
The banquet started quickly. First, Wang Ping, chairman of Jinghua Investment Company, gave a speech. Then, a well-known domestic calligrapher speaking in a Beijing accent came on stage to speak. His speech was nothing more than praising the strength of Jinghua Company.
"This calligrapher looks familiar." Wang Kuanglin, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
"Is the identity real?" Yuan Fangguo couldn't help but ask.
Wang Kuanglin frowned and studied it carefully for a long time. "It's true."
"Did you find any flaws today?" Yuan Fangguo asked.
Wang Kuanglin shook his head. "So far, no one has found anything. At least the people he hosted tonight are all well-known and influential. Even if they are scammers, they are high-level scammers."
Seeing that even a cunning person like Wang Kuanglin could not see through Wang Ping's true face, Yuan Fangguo couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was worried that Wang Ping would get involved in the commercial plaza he invested in.
Wang Ping toasted at each table, chatting enthusiastically with the people at each table, and even hugged the deputy mayor warmly as if they were brothers.
Soon, Wang Ping came to their table to toast.
The people at the table with Yuan Fangguo were basically all entrepreneurs from Chengdu, and they had a certain social status. After arriving, Wang Ping first set his sights on Yuan Fangguo.
"Let me introduce my good brother, Yuan Fangguo, the boss of Zhongguan Group." Wang Ping said to Yuan Fangguo with his arm around his shoulder in an intimate manner. His movements were extremely natural, so natural that people would not have any doubts.
In fact, Yuan Fangguo met him only once.
"Thank you for your care, brother. You have allowed me to meet so many friends. Mr. Wang from our group and I would like to offer a toast to you." Yuan Fangguo said with a smile.
Wang Ping was slightly surprised. He looked at Wang Kuanglin standing beside him and said, "This is Mr. Wang from your group."
Wang Kuanglin smiled slightly and said in a Beijing accent, "Boss Wang, I'm Boss Yuan's subordinate."
"Judging from your accent, you are from Beijing?" Wang Ping said.
Wang Kuanglin nodded. "I've lived in the city since I was a child, so I know a lot of people there. I wonder if you know Mr. Zhao?"
"I'm afraid I know too many Mr. Zhaos. I don't know which one you are talking about?" Wang Ping said.
"The young master Zhao who used to skate at Shichahai."
"Haha, I've fought with him before." Wang Ping said with a hearty laugh.
"You are all heroes. We get to know each other only after fighting." Wang Kuanglin also laughed.
Wang Ping nodded. "Not really a hero. Whoever wins is a hero, and whoever loses is a loser. Young Master Zhao is tall and strong. In a one-on-one fight, I'm really no match for him."
Wang Kuanglin smiled and said nothing.
Wang Ping had just finished toasting Yuan Fangguo when a deputy mayor, blushing, came over with a glass of wine in hand and yelled at Wang Ping, "Brother, I'm coming over to drink with you."
"Let me introduce you, the deputy mayor of Jiangnan City..." Wang Ping introduced with a smile on his face.
The deputy mayor was very relaxed in front of Wang Ping and treated him with great respect, calling him a benefactor of Jiangnan City.
After the toast, he did not forget to talk about his job, "Welcome everyone to invest in Jiangnan City."
After a round of toasts, the calligrapher began to write with ink and created a piece of calligraphy on the spot.
A guy below suddenly shouted, "I bought it, one hundred thousand yuan."
"For such good calligraphy, I'll give you 120,000."
Under the catalytic effect of alcohol, several bosses were eager to try it.
"Since everyone is so interested, let's hold an auction. I'll offer 200,000 yuan." Wang Ping said with a smile.
Those who attended the banquet were either rich or noble. In addition, Wang Ping also invited many celebrities, which showed that he had quite abundant political resources. These bosses were not short of money, so they also started shouting.
A piece of calligraphy was sold for 1.1 million.
However, the wealthy bosses below seemed to be still unsatisfied and said, "Write a few more."
Seeing this, Wang Ping whispered something in the calligrapher's ear.
After hearing this, the calligrapher couldn't help but shook his head and responded in a low voice.
Wang Ping explained to the local tycoons in the audience with an embarrassed look on his face, "Sorry, our Master Xing has a habit..."
Just as Wang Ping was talking about the word "habit," the calligrapher interrupted him. "Mr. Wang, you say this is a habit, but that's flattering me. This is a bad habit of mine, and it's all caused by a bunch of like-minded buddies."
Master Xing only wrote one piece of calligraphy, which made everyone feel regretful. After all, this kind of national treasure-level calligraphy by a master is bound to appreciate in value.
Of course, the sooner Master Xing died, the faster these calligraphy works would appreciate in value.
At the dinner, Wang Ping seemed to take extra care of Yuan Fangguo and his friends who had political connections, and they toasted him frequently, and those who were not good at drinking soon couldn't bear it anymore.
After the dinner, Yuan Fangguo and Wang Kuanglin got into the car.
After driving a few hundred meters, Yuan Fangguo parked the car on the side of the road.
"What do you think? Have you found any flaws?" His tone became a little impatient, and he was eager to know.
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