Chapter 1 Mute
The mansion in Repulse Bay is bustling with activity.
The Zhong family invited Mr. Ying and several executives from the New Territories Development Zone.
Tang Guanqi entered the central hall from the corridor of the West Flower Hall and heard the gentle voice of the famous Mr. Ying: "All losses tonight will be on my account, and all wins will be on everyone's account."
She raised her eyes and saw that the noble and kind-hearted Mr. Ying was not at the card table, but there was a dark red chip between his long and well-jointed fingers.
Finally seeing this person, he was more handsome and elegant than she imagined.
She watched the Zhong family risk their lives to win over the three New Territories Development Zone executives in order to leave a good impression in front of Mr. Ying, and the executives' faces turned green.
But little did he know that in order to repay the favor, Mr. Ying deliberately wanted to let go and lose to the three executives.
Tang Guanqi stood nearby and watched obediently. People who didn't know better thought that she stood here deliberately to steal the master's card skills.
When the Zhong family went to relieve themselves, Tang Guanqi sat down at the card table seriously.
But the card skills she played were terrible, and there were obviously cards that could be used to make tricks. She was still waiting to make a big show, but she lost all her cards. Seeing that there was only one card left to make tricks, she just split the pair and played them out.
The three executives on the opposite side beamed with joy after winning, and praised their sister a lot, saying that although she is young, she has great potential in playing cards.
The Zhong family finally discovered that the oil bottle brought by the second daughter-in-law was on the table.
Looking at the chips, one hundred thousand dollars, ten stacks, they have lost three million US dollars to three executives.
The aunt of the Zhong family hurriedly stepped forward: "Ah, who asked her to serve her? Now she loses three hundred to Mr. Ying."
She patted the chips on the table: "Look at how stupid she is to give away so much money!"
When he heard that he lost, Mr. Ying raised his thin eyelids and looked over.
Tang Guanqi was being dragged off the card table by her aunt, who had always been domineering. She slapped her arm and asked her to apologize.
The three executives were a little embarrassed.
A low voice deliberately came to the rescue: "It doesn't matter, just have fun."
The auntie pulled Tang Guanqi and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Ying."
Tang Guanqi did not say anything. He clenched his fist and extended his thumb twice, which meant thank you in sign language.
Mute.
Ying Duo's long, deep eyes were gentle and tolerant, deliberately not putting pressure on others: "You're welcome."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Ying Duo's assistant smiled formally: "There is a financial dinner in Central tonight. Mr. Ying will go first. Everyone, please take your time."
The voice fell into Tang Guanqi's ears. She lowered her eyelids and saw an autograph book next to the card table. Used to record tonight's specific personal wins and losses and the amount, she quickly signed her name.
Not long after, the assistant collected the signature book.
Ying Duo stood up and placed the chip on the Eight Immortals table. Everyone immediately stood up to see it off.
He walked all the way to the gate, looking forward to Mr. Ying and wishing to see him again.
Just visiting the Zhong family this time is enough to brag about the Zhong family for several years.
Tang Guanqi ran back to his room, checked the online reservation methods of all star-rated hotels in Central, and sent messages to each hotel saying that he needed to make an urgent appointment at the grand banquet hall.
Finally I found the only one that couldn't empty its banquet hall tonight, and it was hosting a financial dinner.
The black pure-blooded Maybach in which Ying Duo was riding set off and drove in Central, Hong Kong Island. As the stairs went downhill, the brightly lit high-rise buildings lingered like in a movie.
The assistant reminded Ying Duo in the back seat from the co-pilot: "Boss, that Miss Tang lost just right, one million for each executive."
This means that she is the only one who can see that Mr. Ying asked people to play cards and gave money to the three executives through the opportunity of playing cards.
Mr. Ying’s hands are clean.
The others seemed to have never won any money. The three of them looked ugly and it took Mr. Ying two hours to win.
The assistant thought it was too coincidental: "Could it be a guess?"
In the flowing neon light and shadow, Ying Duo saw the man's outline undulating like sharp green mountains, and his eyes were blurry: "The last name is Tang?”
The assistant observed the words, turned the register, and handed it to Ying Duo: "She signed the register, Tang Guanqi."
Ying Duo looked at the three crisp words.
Smart indeed.
“I’ll give you a small red envelope if I get the chance.” He looked away, his thin lips opening lazily like the sharp edges of a leaf.
The assistant should be. However, Mr. Ying’s small red envelopes will not be less than six figures at least.
Central and Repulse Bay are both on Hong Kong Island. Thirty minutes after driving, Ying Duo was ushered into the hotel's VIP lounge suite by the waiter.
Tang Guanqi walked into the hotel and followed the person in front of him into the staff room to fish in troubled waters.
The concierge dress was a light green tight skirt. She tied her jet-black hair back down, revealing her long and thin white neck like a swan, and her eyes were raised charmingly.
Of course the etiquette ladies are all outstanding, but Tang Guanqi is tall and graceful, with an excellent figure, charming and intellectual, which makes people can't help but stay in their eyes for a moment longer.
She followed the other concierges into the banquet hall. After a while, several middle-aged men kept looking at her.
She deliberately walked up to an elite man who was involved with Ying Duo.
When she was pouring tea, the other party came to her door and whispered in her ear: "This dress is really beautiful. It costs 20,000 yuan. I wonder if you would like to take it off and give it to me?"
Tang Guanqi Lowering his eyes and pretending to avoid her, the man thought he was romantic and bumped her hand holding tea.
She poured it down, and the tea immediately fell on the man's flannel haute couture suit, soaking it all.
The other party teased: "It seems that the lady now owes me money, so she has to take off her skirt and give it to me."
Several men around me are used to it.
Concierges are mostly young and beautiful female college students working part-time. They need money and are beautiful, so they can easily take the initiative.
The man's eyes were wandering around her body, deliberately hooking her up, and teasing her with a smile: "This suit is Hermes, and the price is nearly 40,000. I'm afraid that one skirt is not enough to compensate, so I have to take off one more. ”
Tang Guanqi pretended to be flustered and wanted to leave, and the man asked his assistant to call the manager.
The manager heard the words and ran over: "Sir, what's the problem?"
The middle-aged man was leaning on the leather sofa contentedly: "Your hostess damaged my suit and wanted to leave without even a word of apology. "
When the manager saw that the other party's sleeves were indeed wet, he immediately reprimanded Tang Guanqi sternly:
"I apologize to this gentleman immediately"
The other party looked like he was waiting to be eaten. The fat pig looked at her with a smile, as if he was already sure that she would lower her head or climb up the pole to cling to him.
Even if Tang Guanqi did it on purpose, he still felt angry for no reason.
The manager frowned tightly: "Sorry, you didn't talk a lot?"
But she didn't say a word, she just looked at the other person, as if she was waiting for something.
At this moment, a greeting came from the door: "Mr. Ying, I haven't seen you for a while."
"Hello, Mr. Ying, I have made appointments with your secretary's office several times, but I have never had the chance to meet. I finally met you today.”
Ying Duo said slowly: "Unfortunately, those few times coincided with the activities of the welfare home."
The other party suddenly realized, yes, Mr. Ying is such a well-known philanthropist.
No wonder he refused.
As soon as Ying Duo came in, the banquet seemed to have a backbone, and everyone went to say hello.
But I heard someone in the corner scolding me at an inappropriate time: "Open your mouth, your mouth is inlaid with gold!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl with skin as white as snow in tears.
Something looks familiar.
It’s the girl who couldn’t speak just now.
She was still simple and pure in the Zhong family, but now she is dressed like a woman who has just matured in charm, full of charm, her eyes are reddish, someone pushed her arm, she is like a helpless duckweed and is allowed to be bullied.
But this kind of thing happens often in financial centers.
Ying Duo was about to pass by when he heard a middle-aged man's voice: "It doesn't matter. As long as this lady is willing to compensate the 40,000 yuan, I can pretend that nothing happened and pay for it with other equivalent items."
Something sounds familiar. At the sound, Ying Duo stopped and suddenly walked in that direction, and everyone followed him without knowing why.
A man's gentle voice came: "Guanqi, so you are here."
Everyone looked up and looked at the source of the sound.
And Ying Duo's tall figure stood under the gilded and luxurious lights, and said calmly:
"You made an appointment to meet me at this dinner party, but I didn't expect that you wanted to tease me and pretended to be a concierge."
(End of Chapter)