Tonight's fundraiser was in the form of an auction, with several literary figures, contributing their masterpieces to be bid on by the rich and famous in attendance.
However, in half an hour, the donation for the refugees reached five million, the reporter's limelight clicked and flashed non-stop, I think the rich and powerful people's good deeds, tomorrow will be the front page of several major newspapers again.
Doing good deeds is earning fame, which in turn is the best means of making money, and the rich and powerful never do anything to lose out.
Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan is not a tycoon, just mixed into the tycoon Mr. Dongguo, spend money to earn fame, naturally, has nothing to do with them, but to see a hilarious, and this hilarious is really not much fun, at least Chen Canaan is very quickly bored sickly sleep.
Luckily, the fundraising session was over quickly, followed by the relaxing part of the evening - the dance.
Zhou Jiayin, who had originally followed her uncle and was busy socializing, was free at the moment, carrying her ankle-length evening dress and finding Qiao Wen and the others - of course, her target was Chen Canan.
She pulled on her skirt, made a curtsy, and extended her hand towards Chen Canaan with a smile, "Mr. Chen, may I have the honor of a dance?"
Chen Canaan, who was originally chatting with Qiao Wen Zhou Renjun, was startled by her big gift and waved his hands, "Sorry, I don't know how to dance."
However, the spirited and passionate Zhou Jiayin, did not give him a chance to refuse, and when his words fell, she had already stepped forward to pull his swinging wrist, and brought the person directly into the dance floor: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it, I'll teach you, it's very simple."
Although Chen Canaan was a hundred times reluctant, in the end, he knew that on this kind of occasion, if he forcefully pushed someone away, it would make the girl lose face.
He's never been in love with a woman in his life, but he's been raised to respect and love women.
In order not to embarrass Zhou Jiayin, he could only stiffly follow her onto the dance floor.
Seeing this, Zhou Renjun was afraid that he and Qiao Wen would also be pestered by such spirited modern girls, and hurriedly said, "Wen, if you don't want to dance, come with me to hide for a while. I've already seen several beautiful women staring at you."
Qiao Wen looked sympathetically at the dance floor at a loss for words Chen Canaan, although a little want to rescue him out, but it is not good to make people girls embarrassed, after a moment of hesitation, very unrighteous to follow Zhou Renjun to hide to the balcony, leaving Chen Canaan alone in the dance floor poorly struggling alone.
Chen Canaan at this moment, indeed bear the word "poor", because he really can not dance, but also for close contact with girls have a kind of natural discomfort, hands and feet do not know how to put, can only be as far as possible and Zhou Jiayin separated.
"You come closer and follow my steps." Zhou Jiayin pulled him him.
Because of this sudden proximity, Chen Canaan almost instinctively leaned back, and his footsteps were disorganized, stepping on the other party's shoes.
Zhou Jiayin let out a soft cry in pain.
Chen Canaan was busy stabilizing his feet and said, "I'm sorry sorry, I really don't know how to do this, or else I'd better forget about it."
Zhou Jiayin didn't think much of this kick, and smiled with arched eyebrows, "It's fine, which one just learned to dance without stepping on a partner? You can just follow."
Chen Canaan sighed silently in his heart, and could only continue to follow her steps in a silent and perfunctory manner. In the midst of the dance steps, he looked around outside the dance floor and realized that Qiao Wen was no longer in the same place at some point.
This discovery suddenly made him even more unmotivated to deal with the modern girl in front of him, not because he was afraid that something would happen to Qiao Wen, but the matter of not seeing Qiao Wen in an unfamiliar place made him inexplicably a bit at a loss.
If it wasn't for the fact that Qiaowen had repeatedly warned him earlier about being a gentleman on such occasions, he'd have immediately let go of the man and slipped away.
Because he was distracted, he stepped on Zhou Jiayin a few more times in a row. Although the other party was full of concern, it clearly ushered in quite a few curious gazes from the side. To say that it was curiosity wasn't quite true, it was more of a questioning and disdain for Miss Zhou as a dance partner.
Chen Canaan really didn't want to continue, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when his shoulder was suddenly bumped by the person next to him. This collision is really not light, clearly intentional, resulting in originally ready to stop his feet, he stumbled violently, and just happened to trip Zhou Jiayin's feet.
If it wasn't for his quick eyes and hands, controlling his center of gravity in time and pulling the half-fallen woman to her feet, the two of them would have fallen in a heap on the dance floor.
However, although the body is stabilized, this fumbling action is really not very good-looking, so that next to a few dancing young men and women, are unknown to look over, several faces obviously with a sneer mockery.
Chen Canaan turned his head to look at the person who bumped into him, a young man with an unfamiliar face, holding a colorfully dressed girl in his arms, at first glance, he was a rich young master and daughter. When he looked over, the man even provocatively hooked his lips, then moved over along the dance steps and said, "Sorry Alice, I just bumped into your dance partner."
Zhou Jiayin also saw that this person was doing it on purpose and frowned in displeasure, "Mr. Tang, do you have a problem?"
This Mr. Soup smiled shyly, "Alice, I really didn't mean it." Saying this, he let go of his dance partner in his hands and bent down to reach out to her, "To make up for my mistake, let me take the place of this gentleman who can't dance and share a dance with you?"
Zhou Jiayin snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to her, leading Chen Canaan off the dance floor.
When she arrived outside the dance floor, she realized that her gown skirt ripped a slit, and could only apologize, "Ah Nan, sorry, my skirt is torn, go change it, make yourself at home first, I'll come back to you." Before turning around, he added, "That was the dude just now, don't pay any attention to them."
She actually regretted pulling Chen Canaan to dance, she had read the newspaper about Chen Canaan's origins. A young man who had just come out of the slums, how could he know these young master and young lady's hot stuff, causing him to be ridiculed by the others.
Chen Canaan, who was out on the dance floor, was practically breathing a huge sigh of relief, and when he heard that she was still going to come looking for herself, he busily waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, I'll go look for my brother."
"Right oh, why isn't Mr. Joe here? Why don't you go find him first then? I'll come back for you guys when I get back."
The two said goodbye, Chen Canaan took a deep breath and suppressed his irritation, walked to the waiter holding a tray next to him, took a glass of champagne and moistened his throat, then turned his head and glanced at the dance floor, looking at the clothed men and women hugging and twirling around, he skimmed his mouth in some disgust.
I really don't understand what's so interesting about this social dance. It's not as much fun as doing a couple of punches.
However, he knew that this was neither a place for punching nor fighting, and had to admit that he was so very much out of place in this so-called upper class that he was a bit at a loss for words in Jovian's absence.
Gotta find Jovan right away.
Just that he raised his eyes and looked around, never seeing the figures of Qiao Wen and Zhou Renjun. But thinking that Xiao Qiao would never abandon himself and leave alone, he should be hiding somewhere.
After thinking about it, his eyes finally landed on the balcony that flanked the banquet hall.
He was about to walk over, when he suddenly sensed a line of sight looking at him, and when he turned his head, he saw not far away Peter Wang talking with two young men, one of whom was Young Master Tang who had just bumped into him on the dance floor.
The three men were less than two meters away from him, and thus could hear what they were saying, only that hearing did not mean understanding, because they were using English.
Chen Canaan recalled what Qiao Wen had said last night, and saw these few people looking at him wistfully as they spoke, occasionally revealing a mean smile. It was almost certain that these three were cursing him.
No wonder that person just now intentionally bumped into him, dare I say that he was in league with Peter Wang.
After suppressing it for almost a night, at this point, Chen Canaan could no longer hold back, he walked over with a cold face and asked, "Peter Wang, what do you want to say say to my face, don't act like an octogenarian."
Peter Wang hugged his arms and sneered, "Do you understand what I'm saying? Don't think that wearing a suit makes a poor boy rich? Still want to hit Alice's idea, toad eating swan meat there?" He said, raising his head, showing an arrogant expression, "What happened before is considered your good luck, but you won't have such good luck in the future. Slumming poor rotten boy, hurry up and drink a few more glasses of champagne that you haven't drunk before, take your equally poor brother with you, and leave early, so as not to embarrass yourself."
Because of the bar incident, Peter Wang was severely reprimanded by his uncle, and in the past two months, he honestly stayed in deep seclusion, and it was not easy for him to wait for public opinion to subside, so he dared to come out again. Therefore, he has been holding a grudge against Chen Canaan, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.
Seeing him appear at the reception tonight, and being invited to dance by his adored Miss Zhou, he immediately had a new grudge plus a bellyful of sour water, and was bound to give Chen Canaan some color. Just now on the dance floor was to deliberately make him lose face.
He had inquired about Chen Canaan, a lousy kid from the slums, and at this moment, these words were to provoke him to take action. In the bar to help the waiter to fight the ghost, that is a Chinese hero. But in the celebrities gathered in the charity cocktail party to hit people, can be serious trouble hooligan.
Saying that, he also reached out and pointed at the face of Chen Canaan, who was full of anger, and said in a single word, "What? Want to hit me? Have the ability to do it?"
It was almost as if they wouldn't stop until they provoked each other.
Chen Canaan wrinkled his eyebrows and faced this bastard face, thinking that he was obviously dressed like a human touching a dog, how come he didn't speak human language and do personnel?
Cursed himself also cursed, even cursed Qiao Wen, Xiao Qiao how to be poor, early decades, Qiao family that is a proper eight hundred rich family, not to mention that he is now relying on their own skills to make money, than rely on the family's foppish broads can not know how many times nobler?
Son of a bitch wouldn't even be good enough to lick his toes!
Anger grew in his heart, he couldn't wait to punch this son of a bitch's face open on the spot, and just as his clenched fists were about to move, a gentle voice came, "Brother Nan!"
This light sound, like a trickle of water, immediately smoothed out most of Chen Canaan's fire, and he returned to his senses from the anger that he wanted to lose control of, and saw Qiao Wen, who was thrusting his pockets and walking over unhurriedly, "Xiao Qiao!"
Qiao Wen had not witnessed when it happened, but seeing the scene of sword fighting, he could guess a seven or eight percent.
"Where did you go?" Chen Canaan asked as he unclenched his fist.
Qiao Wen walked up to him, "I'm going to go blow off some steam with Young Zhou on the balcony." Turning his head to look at Peter Wang again, he smiled, "Young Wang, long time no see."
He was born harmless and smiled with a peaceful face, but the arrogance that Peter Wang had just faced against Canaan Chen suddenly faded down in this gentle and harmless smile - not because of the stretching of the hand, but an instinctive scorn came to life.
Although Peter Wang does not do personnel, but is not stupid, he is very clear, when the matter of Chen Canaan, behind the manipulation of the person, is in front of this can also be called a teenager of the beautiful young man.
Uncle Nine had also reminded him not to mess with these two if nothing else, but what he was really saying was not to mess with Qiao Wen.
The other party smiled a gentle smile, in turn, he was told not to touch the bottom, naturally, he could only force a smile, "Mr. Qiao, it's been a long time, I didn't expect to meet you guys in a place like this."
Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Then I'm afraid there will be many more chances to meet us in this kind of place in the future." After a pause, he added, "After all, young Wang also grew up wearing tattered shoes and pants when he was young, but now he has also transformed himself into a young master, so we poor boys also have the chance to become rich, don't we?"
These words accurately and unerringly poked Peter Wang's sore spot, for the Wang family was once upon a time a rags-to-riches family, but it was only through the flat-footed Inspector Hung that the family's chickens came home to roost. It was just that this was a long time ago, and nowadays these broad mates of the same age seldom know the bottom line. He also most hate others to reveal his old bottom, at this moment by Qiao Wen this clip gun with a stick squeeze, immediately face changed greatly, sank his face and said, "OK, then I will see!"
"Peter, what's up?" He was about to turn away when a warm voice interjected.
"Uncle Nine!" Several broadsides spoke in unison.
Zhou Chao was walking over with a glass of wine, smiled and patted Peter Wang's shoulder, and then patted Chen Canaan, saying, ''Still fighting over that thing before! The young people are just full of vigor. In the future are a circle of people, head up, no head down, no need, as if it is not a fight, come on, for my face, everyone shakes hands, that thing as a write-off."
Peter Wang was obviously not too willing, "Ninth Uncle--"
Zhou Chaozheng's hand holding his shoulder slightly harder, smiled and pulled into a tone of "hmm".
Obviously this Zhou big boss, in Wang Peter here is very weighty, although a hundred reluctant, or take the initiative towards Chen Canaan and Qiao Wen stretched out his hand: "OK, look at the face of the early nine uncle, before the matter will be written off."
Chen Canaan let out a kind smile, not intending to give these two people face. Instead, it was Qiao Wen who extended his hand with a dimpled smile, "Since Boss Zhou has said so, we can only accept good advice."
Zhou Chaozheng patted him and Chen Canaan on the shoulders and laughed, "The two of you are still a few years younger than Peter, just follow them and call me Ninth Uncle."
Qiao Wen smiled and glanced at him without moving, he is young but likes to be an uncle, but still showed a harmless smile and called out "Ninth Uncle".
Coming out of the reception, the two of them got into a cab, and Jovan looked down thoughtfully at the horse racing tickets in his hand; it was trendy for rich people to play with horses.
This was what Zhou Chaozheng had given him and Chen Canaan when they left, saying that his horse had a race this week and inviting the two to watch it at the racetrack.
Although the matter of the land was not mentioned, but it is estimated that this is for this matter. With this person's style of doing things, it is obvious that he is an old fox with a very deep city.
He put the horse racing ticket into his pocket and asked as if he remembered something, "Brother Nan, were you just about to make a move on Young Wang at the cocktail party?"
Chen Canaan turned his head and glanced at him, silently nosed and nodded with a bit of weakness. Immediately, he drew up his voice and crackled, "This son of a bitch let someone bump into me during the dance, causing me to lose face, not to mention that I almost fell down with Miss Zhou. Later on, he scolded me in English, and was exposed by me, directly saying that I am poor and sour, and that a toad wants to eat Miss Zhou's swan meat, and even you were scolded as well."
The tone of voice was high, but it was very much a bit of a bluff, rather like being aggrieved and complaining to Qiaowen.
Qiao Wen laughed at his righteously indignant face and deliberately teased him, "So you want to eat Miss Zhou's swan meat?"
"Of course I don't want to, it's not like I like women." After saying that, he immediately realized that he had misspoken, and hurriedly added, "I mean, I don't like her type of woman."
Qiao Wen laughed softly and said, "What's there to be angry about him calling us poor? Look at those rich people in the reception tonight, casually auctioning off hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars for a piece of art, it's as simple as us buying a bowl of beef and fish eggs. So we are really poor compared to them. But don't kid yourself, we are just how old are we, in less than three to five years, surely no one will say we are poor again."
Chen Canaan nodded his head vigorously, "Well, Xiao Qiao, you're capable like that, for sure. Don't say, just now when that son of a bitch saw you coming over, his anger subsided quite a bit."
Qiao Wen said, "He scolded you just to provoke you to make a move on him. To strike at a bar to fight and make a move is heroic. Doing it in a place like this is a rogue and reckless."
Chen Canaan said, "I know, but I can't help it when I see his face, fortunately you came in time."
With that indignant look on his face, he was obviously still reeling from the anger he'd received at the reception.
Qiao Wen himself wasn't a vindictive person, but he didn't want to see Chen Canaan being bullied by these son of a bitch broads for nothing. When he thought about how Chen Canaan was taunted on the dance floor when he was just not there, and how he was cursed by Peter Wang and the others in English for who knows what, he felt so upset that he couldn't wait to help him go and beat the hell out of them.
He thought for a moment and asked, "So do you still want to do it now?"
Chen Canaan: "Of course I want to, I can't wait to smash his face."
Jovian nudged his mouth, signaling him to look ahead, "Fine, then we'll get off here."
Not far ahead of the vehicle, sitting in it was none other than Peter Wang and that young master Tang, the two of them got out of the car at the roadside at this moment, and were supposed to go to the red light district around the corner to spend their time.
It was late in the night, with only a scattering of cars crossing the road, and the sidewalks were almost devoid of pedestrians except for homeless vagrants.
Qiao Wen walked to the homeless man, took out five dollars and handed it to him, exchanged two burlap sacks from him, and handed it to Chen Canaan: "Be careful, don't expose your identity, and don't hit too hard, pretty much, I'll be waiting for you on the opposite side of that road."
Chen Canaan understood what he meant and joyfully took the bag, "Don't worry, I'm quick, at most five minutes to get it done."
Qiao Wen crossed the road, hidden in the darkness, looking ahead to the empty corner. Only to see Chen Canaan ghost-like scampered forward, two sacks were set on the head of the two young men, one hand a hold down on the ground, a fierce beating and kicking, only to hear the two lonely wolf howling, but no power to fight back.
Waiting for the people to be blinded, the guy took off the pants of two people, carried in the hands of a smoke scurrying back to the dark place.
When the two unlucky broads hand and foot lift the head of the sack, in addition to the empty streets late at night, where to see half the shadow of the murderer.
And the lower half of the body was robbed of the two, there is no way to go around looking for people, can only take advantage of the fact that there is no onlookers, hurry to stop the car to leave, tonight's pastime of the gentle countryside naturally fizzled out.
Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan, who were hiding in the shadows, stifled their laughter and saw the people leave before venturing back onto the sidewalk.
A mouthful of bad gas out, Chen Canaan this moment in a good mood, teeth and claws simply hate to whistle: "That son of a bitch just provoked me in the cocktail party, let me beat him up, I'm not counting this to fulfill his heart's desire?"
Jovian nodded cooperatively and laughed, "Count on it!"
Chen Canaan thought about it, and then said, "Xiao Qiao, you can rest assured, I will not casually do it in the future, to do it is to be humane, to do it is also this method, not let people catch the handle."
Qiao Wen nodded his head, "It's already pretty good that you were able to endure for so long today." His words were not meant to be false, Pretty Boy Nan had never been a guy to hold back, after realizing that people were cursing him in English but didn't do anything right away, it was actually already very rare, showing that he was indeed growing.
A moment later, he added in a faint voice, "When I come to such occasions in the future, I won't leave your sight until you're used to it."
Chen Canaan sighed, "I think the life of the upper class is also quite meaningless, so it's fine if I don't come."
Jovan laughed and said, "Because we are not strong enough, when we are strong enough and everyone is holding you up and clustering around you, it will be another experience, then you have to tell yourself that you can't go with the flow, you have to stick to your heart."
Chen Canaan looked at him blankly and said, ''You talk so complicated, I can't understand. But ......" he clenched his fists, "You're right, I have to learn English well, if it wasn't for your advance warning last night, I wouldn't have known tonight that Peter Wang and the others were cursing me in English and treating me like an idiot."
Jovian smiled away at his words, "Then memorize ten words and five sentences before you go to bed tonight."
Chen Canaan instantly regretted a little bit the grandiose words he had just said, and lowered his voice to say weakly, "Five words, three sentences okay?"
"Okay, let's go!" Jovian smiled broadly and patted him on the shoulder.
Chen Canaan backhanded him, one side toward a rickshaw by the roadside, one side said, "Xiao Qiao, I found that I really can't get away from you now, just now when I was dancing, I found that you were not in the original place, then I was uncomfortable, and I couldn't wait to find you right away."
"You really don't find any fun in dancing with Miss Zhou? She's a very popular beauty, and I see a lot of rich young men are interested in her tonight."
"Of course not, I'm all of half a meter away from her and I get a little dizzy when she comes slightly closer."
"Wasn't it just a case of being mesmerized?"
"If I'm mesmerized by you, I won't be mesmerized by her either. Xiao Qiao just trust me, I'm not interested in this Miss Zhou at all."
"Okay, okay, I believe you, I'm strangling my neck."
"Why are you still as tender as a tofu, then I'll rub you."