Chapter 273 Chapter 273

Wen Qiao's hands were shaking, and she couldn't help but shout, "Ah..."

What should I do?

After finally donating two Hope Primary Schools, he spent more than half of the money he gave, and here he transferred another five million to her.

The feeling of endless flowers.

She is so difficult!

She took it lightly, and should not bring up her tragic experience of asking Wen Jianmin for money tonight.

It's not that she didn't know his hobby of throwing money.

The phone vibrated again [Big brother: not enough money, tell me again]

Wen Qiao fell on the bed, roaring, knocking on the door and her mother's worried voice: "Jojo, what's wrong?"

"Mom, I'm fine."

"It's okay, what's your name? It scares people to death."

"My feet... cramps."

"Are you all right now?"

"OK OK."

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As the New Year is approaching, various gatherings and activities are frequent. Baoyanfang in the city center is an old-fashioned restaurant that all the rich and gentlemen like to have dinner at the end of the year.

The courtyard is very large, the car passes through the Chinese garden, and the restaurant is brightly lit.

Today's game was saved by Ji Xianzheng, that is, when their cousins ​​got together, Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao out of the car.

Wen Qiao was wearing a bean paste-colored coat with pure white rabbit fur on the shoulders and collar, which made him look like an ignorant little fairy rabbit.

Those who come to Baoyanfang are either rich or expensive. The waiters choose the best ones, and respectfully lead the two to the private room upstairs.

On the second floor of Zhilan Hall, Ji Xianzheng and Chu Qingyou were already seated.

Wen Qiao politely greeted the two cousins, who nodded in greeting.

The private room is decorated in an elegant style, and a bouquet of winter plums is placed on the table under the crystal chandelier, which is fragrant.

"The third child's movie will be released on the first day of the new year?" Fu Nanli asked while helping Wen Qiao prepare tableware.

"Um."

"What subject?"

Chu Qingyou raised her eyebrows: "The trailer has been released for three rounds, don't you know?"

Ji Xianzheng chuckled: "He doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry."

Chu Qingyou: "War, evacuation of overseas Chinese."

The waiter stood by, and Fu Nanli said softly, "A pinch of freshly squeezed orange juice." He asked Wen Qiao, "Is it alright?"

"Well, yes."

Only then did Fu Nanli raise his eyes to look at Chu Qingyou: "Evacuate the overseas Chinese? Wouldn't it be too bloody and heavy to release on the first day of the new year?"

Chu Qingyou: "No, now that the audience is younger, they don't have to choose the theme of family fun. As long as the quality of the film is excellent, the box office is guaranteed."

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "That's good."

Several waiters came up with dinner plates and introduced in a soft voice: "Sixteen-headed Japanese net abalone, please use it slowly."

Ji Xianzheng said: "The old lady is in Haicheng for Chinese New Year. We are going to Yuannan Mansion for New Year's Eve dinner in the 30th year of the year. Will you bring Xiao Wen with you?"

Fu Nanli's hand holding the knife and fork paused slightly: "No."

The two on the opposite side raised their eyebrows, and their expressions were a bit intriguing. Ji Xianzheng said, "I thought your relationship was very stable."

Fu Nanli changed the subject: "The year-end financial report is not very good, isn't it? Does passenger flow have a big impact?"

He didn't want to say, Ji Xianzheng naturally wouldn't keep asking questions, and changed the subject along with him: "It's been somewhat affected, Wu Junyuan has been rampant recently."

Wu Junyuan, the young owner of China Southern Airlines, the second largest airline in China, has always wanted to pull Dongchuan down from the top spot.

Now that his wish is finally fulfilled, Dongchuan had an accident, and Nanyun picked up a leak and climbed to the top. Master Wu has been complacent recently, and it is indeed arrogant.

They talked about work, and Wen Qiao was listening, silently learning a lot of financial knowledge.