This elder is Miao Tianxiang. She has close ties with many fashion and luxury brands, such as Chanel, Dior, and LV. These are actually Miao Tianxiang's everyday outfits. The real luxury brands don't actually trade on the market; they only serve a small group of top-tier wealthy people. Ordinary people have never even heard of them.
Ye Qingqing learned a little about Miao Tianxiang and realized that she would never reach that level in her lifetime, nor could she possibly live such a luxurious and wasteful life.
So when Miao Tianxiang suggested bringing her into that circle, Ye Qingqing refused. She couldn't adapt, and she didn't want to.
Miao Tianxiang didn't force her. Actually, she didn't like it that much either, but the most important thing in business is the network. If you want to make money, you have to deal with those kinds of people.
The more casually Ye Qingqing spoke, the more shocked everyone became. They had only thought that Ye Qingqing's husband was good at making money, but they never expected that his family background was also very impressive. His elders were able to befriend the design director of a luxury brand. Birds of a feather flock together, so it is clear that Ye Qingqing's elders are not ordinary people either!
"You rich people are so extravagant; one of your bags costs more than ten years' salary for an average person," someone said enviously.
Ye Qingqing deliberately said, "I'm not a rich person, Sun Yurong is."
Song Hongye immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, we're nothing compared to Sun Yurong. She's the real rich woman, and she's had a string of happy events lately—she got pregnant right after her wedding, double happiness!"
Sun Yurong gritted her teeth secretly, forcing a smile, "Are you trying to make fun of me? What's my little bit of money? You're all the wives of big company bosses, each worth hundreds of millions, why are you putting me down like this!"
“Those are company assets, not cash. Your net worth is all real cash, that’s real money. Now, if you ask me and Lao Du to come up with five million, we can’t do it. Lao Du, don’t you think so?” Song Hongye coldly looked at Du Peiran, who was chuckling awkwardly to the side.
Du Peiran shuddered, cold sweat rolling down his back. He had been quite touched that his wife had organized such a lively birthday party for him, which meant she cared about him.
Now he realized that his birthday was just a pretext, and this banquet was a trap to deal with that vixen Sun Yurong!
Du Peiran felt very guilty. He and Sun Yurong had a past affair, and things had been ambiguous for the past few years, but nothing substantial had happened. He didn't have the guts to do that; he was just being flirtatious.
A woman who comes to you for free is a woman you'd be missing out on if you didn't flirt with her. Du Peiran never refuses anyone who comes his way. He can't have the real thing, but he can satisfy his craving by flirting with her.
Du Peiran thought Song Hongye had discovered his past affair with Sun Yurong, and he felt so guilty that he felt dizzy. He couldn't say no and nodded vigorously, "Yes, let alone five million, I can't even come up with one million. I really don't have any money."
Perhaps an old classmate asked his wife for money, and she was too embarrassed to say she wouldn't lend it to him directly, so she pretended to be poor at the gathering. That's a pretty good idea; there will definitely be fewer people trying to take advantage of her in the future.
Du Peiran felt relieved. As long as it wasn't a punishment for him, he was fine. He sighed exaggeratedly, "Making money is tough these days. My company is very large, and I don't have much money in my account. I'm not even as well off as you guys!"
Song Hongye glared at him irritably. He thought he was being clever, but who told him to play the victim?
Anyone who didn't know better would think they were going bankrupt!
Sun Yurong scoffed, "Stop pretending to be poor. We're not asking you for money. My stomach isn't feeling well, so I'm going home first. We'll treat our old classmates to dinner another day."
As she spoke, she got up to leave, realizing there was no need to stay any longer at this treacherous banquet.
Song Hongye sneered and deliberately said, "Ziqun, aren't you going to thank Sun Yurong? Didn't you want to thank her for a while?"
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