Chapter 508 Xu's Annual Meeting
Wen Yang's tone was relaxed, and it was obvious that he had truly let go of the matter concerning his parents.
Fang Li was happy for her.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Li felt a lot more relieved.
She stood up and opened the curtains. The sky outside seemed to have become darker. The wind blew fine snow particles against the glass, making a rustling sound. It really started snowing.
The snowflakes are not big, but they fall densely, as if wrapping the whole city in white.
As far as she could remember, this was the snowiest winter in Haicheng since she was a child.
Just as I was thinking about it, Fang Yun's voice came from downstairs again: "Guo Bao, the styling team is here. They said they will start preparing at 3:30. Can you come down?"
Fang Li responded, turned around, changed into light home clothes and went downstairs.
Three people had already come to the living room, one was in charge of makeup, one was comparing several dresses on the sofa, and another assistant was placing cosmetics on the coffee table.
Seeing her coming down, several people quickly stood up and greeted her.
"Miss Xu looks well."
The makeup artist smiled and said, "Let's do a simple skin care first, and then start the makeup."
Fang Li nodded and sat down in front of the dressing table.
The face of myself in the mirror was still a little pale, but my eyes were much clearer.
The makeup artist's technique was very gentle, spreading the cool liquid foundation across the face with a faint fragrance.
Fang Li looked at herself in the mirror. The makeup artist was applying makeup methodically beside her. As time went by, the makeup on her face became more and more refined.
The originally pale cheeks were painted with a light blush, adding a bit of color.
The snow was still falling outside the window, and the wind blew snow foam against the window, but not much actually fell to the ground. Except for the white snow blown into the corner by the wind, most of the ground was just wet, and there was no snow.
The whole makeup process took more than four hours and was finally completed.
Around seven in the evening, Xu Qingrang, who had finished his makeup in his yard, also came to the small building. The grandfather and grandson got in the car together and set off for the dinner.
When dusk falls.
The driveway in front of the Neptune International Hotel has been cut into pieces by various colored car lights.
Hundreds of security personnel in black suits lined up on both sides of the hotel entrance, their shoulders and backs straight as pine trees. Low commands came from their headsets from time to time, and their sharp eyes swept over every approaching figure. Even the air around them was filled with a tense solemnity.
The hotel entrance was already crowded with media reporters.
Dozens of cameras and SLR cameras were like cannon barrels lined up, all aimed at the red carpet at the entrance. The shutter sounds came one after another, forming a dense "click" sound.
The reporters' noses were red from the cold, but they didn't dare to relax. They exhaled white air and chatted with each other: "I heard that Mr. Xu, who hasn't been seen in a while, will be here tonight and has something important to announce. I wonder what it will be?"
"I don't know. But even if Mr. Xu doesn't come tonight, it's going to be a big event. I just saw Mayor Zhou's car go by. With the Xu family's status, I'm afraid half of Haicheng's big shots will be here tonight."
As time passed, the first to enter were the employees of Xu Group. These elite white-collar workers came in, chatting and laughing in uniform custom-made suits.
The young faces were unusually reserved and excited. They couldn't help but speed up their pace as they walked along the red carpet, fearing that they would be caught by the camera in any way that made them lose their composure.
The real highlight begins after the employees enter.
When the real big shots came on stage, the atmosphere changed noticeably.
First came the real estate tycoon driving a black Bentley, nodding slightly as he was escorted onto the red carpet. Then came the veteran figure in the financial circle, leaning on a cane, followed by several deputies in suits.
Even the academic giants who usually stay at home came and were personally welcomed in by the senior management of Xu Group. They exuded a calm aura while chatting and laughing.
Luxury cars merge into the lane one after another, and the moment the car doors open, they always cause a burst of more frequent shutter sounds.
The banquet hall on the fourth floor at that time was already a completely different scene.
The crystal chandelier hangs on the dome, reflecting thousands of light points, making the room full of golden splendor.
The long dining table was filled with exquisite meals, the champagne tower was emitting tiny bubbles, and the waiters in neat tuxedos were moving among the crowd with trays in their hands.
The early arriving guests gathered in twos and threes, holding wine glasses, chatting in low voices, with occasional restrained chuckles. Their elegant clothes and graceful demeanor exuded the sophistication and decency of the upper class.
Sheng Qianrui stood by the floor-to-ceiling window holding a glass of champagne. The coolness of the wine shone through the crystal glass, just enough to suppress the impatience in her heart.
She was wearing a burgundy fishtail dress tonight, the hem of which was inlaid with tiny sequins. When she walked under the lights, she looked like she was dragging a flowing galaxy.
The makeup was specially done by someone. The tails of the eyes were slightly raised, adding a bit of brightness, but the lip color was a low-key bean paste red to neutralize the aggressiveness.
"We've all heard about what Miss Sheng has been doing in the capital over the past six months."
A man in a white suit next to him raised his glass with a smile, "You can't make it in Beijing anymore, so you plan to come to our Haicheng to expand your territory?"
Sheng Qianrui took a sip of champagne, and a perfect smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Mr. Zhou, you are joking. These are just some unfounded rumors."
But she sneered in her heart.
If it weren't for her father Sheng Jinghui calling her one after another, she wouldn't have bothered to get involved in this mess.
Sheng Jinghui felt that she had caused too much trouble in the capital, and people in the circle had obviously kept their distance from her, the young lady of the Sheng family.
But it’s different here in Haicheng.
Xu's dinner party is a good opportunity to get to know more people and spread out her resources, so that she will have more confidence in doing anything in the future.
Sheng Qianrui certainly understood what her father meant.
It's just that the directors of Shengshi Group don't want her to return to Beijing to interfere in Shengshi's affairs. In addition, the foundation of the Sheng family is now severely shaken, so they want her to come to Haicheng to start a new business.
I heard that her father had asked three people to get the invitation to the Xu family dinner party. When it was handed to her, the corners of the envelope were worn out.
"Confidence?"
Sheng Qianrui gently stroked the wall of the cup with her fingertips, and a hint of ambition flashed in her eyes.
What she wants is not just confidence, but the ability to shut up those who are laughing at her.
Be it Haicheng or Beijing, as long as she can seize the opportunity, Sheng Qianrui will sooner or later become the envied daughter of a famous family!
While dealing with a few people, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the shadow in the corner of the banquet hall.
The other person had his back to the light, with most of his face hidden in the darkness where the crystal chandelier couldn't reach. Only a vague outline could be seen, but it seemed as if there was some kind of attraction that made her look over involuntarily.
The moment their eyes met, Sheng Qianrui's heart skipped a beat for unknown reason.
The other person's gaze was cold, like ice, falling directly on her face with a scrutinizing sharpness.
She frowned and was about to look away when the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.
The words "Song Yuchen" were jumping on the screen.
Her heart skipped a beat, she pressed the answer button, and deliberately lowered her voice: "What's the matter?"
"come out."
Song Yuchen's voice came through the receiver, with an undeniable coldness and hardness, "Fire escape, I'll wait for you here."
“…”
Before Sheng Qianrui could answer, the call was hung up.
Sheng Qianrui tightened her grip on the phone, and when she looked at the corner again, it was empty.
The figure just now seemed as if it had never appeared.
She took a deep breath and smiled apologetically at the people around her: "Excuse me, I have a phone call."
After saying that, Sheng Qianrui lifted the hem of her skirt, walked quickly through the crowd, and headed out of the banquet hall.
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