HCB Chapter 170 Vanity Fair
Chapter 170 Vanity Fair
The car lights made the outside bright and clear.
Mo Shaohua asked, "How is it? Are you doing okay?"
"It's good. I used to think I wasn't suitable to be a teacher, but now I think I'm quite suitable." Xiang Ran smiled, "Maybe it's because of my age."
Mo Shaohua couldn't help but snorted: "How old are you? You dare to talk about age when you are with me?"
"This depends not only on age, but also on experience," Xiang Ran said.
"Oh!" Mo Shaohua suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Xi Ling didn't say...that...anything to you, right?"
"No, no! I just said it casually before and overthought it. In fact, Mr. Xu and Sister Lan are both busy people. They don't spend much time at home. Otherwise, why would rich people like them hire us teachers?"
Mo Shaohua nodded: "That's right. Yinlan has always worked very hard in her career. To be honest... she is more reliable than Xiling. She and I are also classmates."
"Are you about the same age?" Xiang Ran asked.
"Same age." Mo Shaohua said.
"By the way, Mr. Mo, you can just drop me off on the main road. It saves you from having to turn around and wait for the red light to turn left."
"Oh, what's wrong? Are you afraid that I will go upstairs and ask Xia Yun for a cup of tea?" Mo Shaohua asked.
Xiang Ran: "Xia Yun hasn't come back yet. She went to practice dancing. Didn't you drink tea at Xu's house just now?"
"Dancing? What kind of dance is Xia Yun learning?"
"Hmm. Not sure."
Recently, Xia Yun met a handsome guy who teaches ballroom dancing, but Xiang Ran was embarrassed to talk about it in front of Mo Shaohua.
This topic ends here.
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Mo Shaohua parked the car on the side of the road, reached out from the back seat, took out a long-handled umbrella and handed it to Xiang Ran: "Take the Xu family's umbrella with you tomorrow. Be careful of the slippery road."
Xiang Ran closed the car door, waved, held up an umbrella, and walked into the snow.
Mo Shaohua didn't step on the accelerator immediately.
Because from his perspective, the scene at this moment has the atmosphere of a Korean drama.
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The snow lasted for two days.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River only covers a thin layer of white at night.
The next day it turned to sleet again.
Cold, damp, and chilly.
The plane was delayed as a result.
It was already past five o'clock when Song Nan picked up Sheng Yang at the airport.
There is a traffic jam on the elevated road again. The potted green plants that were just replaced on the airport elevated road a few days ago are dying due to the rain and snow.
Song Nan glanced at Sheng Yang, who was staring at his phone and reading emails.
“Are you satisfied with the product delivery this time?”
"Well, the return rate is within our expected target." Sheng Yang answered, but there was no emotion on his face.
Song Nan couldn't help but ask, "Why did you suddenly go to Province Y? And you went there to solicit donations? Donating would be fine, but you did good deeds without leaving your name, and even used my name, making me owe you a favor."
"I'll help you establish your corporate image."
“How much did you donate?”
"Not much, just three million. I want to first investigate whether the school's leaders can use this amount of money properly, and then add more funds later."
"Where is it used? The library? The teaching building?"
"No. I hope they use part of the money to recruit teachers and part of it to set up scholarships for female students from poor families," Sheng Yang replied.
"Haha, I'm speechless. Is there any point in you doing this?" Song Nan couldn't help but sneer.
But as soon as he said it, he felt a little guilty.
This is clearly rubbing salt into the brother's wounds.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Yang was very calm. He said calmly: "Yes, it is meaningless."
He didn't even raise his head.
But not long after, he asked again: "Song Nan... do you know how cruel that woman is?"
Song Nan didn't dare to respond.
"She blocked her adoptive parents and relatives after graduating from college. I think—even if she were still alive, she could have easily pretended that me and the child didn't exist. After all, we've only been with her for a short time." Sheng Yang's tone was gentle, with a hint of self-mockery, "She could have easily not come back, if she were still alive."
Song Nan himself has always been called an ungrateful person by his family members.
On this point, he could actually empathize with Xiang Ran: "Who knows... maybe her adoptive parents treat her like a blood bag?"
"That's right." Sheng Yang paused and put down his phone. "As for blocking adoptive parents like her, there's nothing wrong with that. Otherwise, even if she left the mountains, she would be dragged down by them. She is such a cruel and clever girl."
After saying that, he turned his head to the window.
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The car stopped in front of the hotel.
Song Nan: "Why don't you take a nap in the car? Anyway, the cocktail party is also..."
"No, the cocktail party is about to start, and I have to show up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back today."
The doorman came over politely and opened the car door.
Sheng Yang got out of the car.
The lights and the falling snow melted simultaneously on his shoulders.
Clear mist and snow particles flew in the air.
Kevin had brought his suit for the dinner in advance and had been waiting in the lobby for a long time.
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Today's fashionable dinner and cocktail party is actually a bit boring for an entrepreneur like Sheng Yang who is engaged in industry.
However, W, who hosted this charity reception, has a great background. She is a third-generation Beijing tycoon, an outstanding jewelry designer, has some international fame, and has a personal relationship with Sheng Mian.
Her ex-husband is a famous entrepreneur and her current boyfriend is a documentary director.
The daughter's mother, Ms. Wei, and Fiona's mother, Mrs. Yao, are good sisters, and her biological father works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
When Sheng Yang was looking for a "wife" in Country Z, he owed her and Fiona a favor.
Sheng Mian is abroad and can't make it back to attend the event, but Sheng Yang has to come.
Not only do they have to come, but they also have to donate a sum of money in the name of the Sheng family.
But the secretary has already taken care of this matter.
Although Sheng Yang didn't even know where the charity fund would go, he signed it.
That's human nature.
This is Vanity Fair.
No one really comes for dinner or donations.
Human heart and desires,
wealth and power,
Favors and profits are the real necessities in the world of fame and fortune.
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A long Western-style table, beautifully arranged European-style table flowers, neatly stacked napkins, and shiny high-heeled glasses.
The couple were well-dressed and drinking happily.
The men's topics are nothing more than listing, stocks, antiques, and yachts;
The topics of conversation among women are fashion magazines, haute couture dresses, and high jewelry.
As a privileged class, the organizers are relatively silent.
They are born to be sought after.
There is no need to show what you have, it will only arouse people's imagination.
Celebrities, internet celebrities, and wealthy businessmen all sought opportunities to take photos with them with an extremely humble attitude.
They are the absolute protagonists of the cocktail party.
However, as soon as Sheng Yang came in, he still attracted a lot of people's attention.
One reason is that he arrived late.
The second reason is his demeanor and appearance.
Of course there are also some rumors and gossip about him.
His real face has deeper contours than what is shown in the camera.
She has a clear gaze and outstanding temperament.
When sitting down, just smile politely at the people around you.
Soon it returned to its coolness.