Violators Club

Chapter 328 Concert

Chapter 327 The Concert
At 02:30 in the afternoon, after declining the invitation of several billionaires, Chen Changqing left the Three Seasons Hotel with May.

how to say?

These four or five hours were not wasted, and Chen Changqing had gained something.

In addition to a lot of business cards that may or may not be useful, Chen Changqing also got two cards, one is a black card from Fenghua Records, Chen Changqing can bring people to listen to any concert of Fenghua Records.

The other is the Golden Peony Card given by the owner of the Three Seasons Hotel.

Three Seasons Hotel has six types of cards, namely VIP Card, Silver Card, Gold Card, Black Iron Peony Card, Yinhua Peony Card, and Golden Peony Card.

For the first three cards, you can enjoy [-]% off, [-]% off, and [-]% off.

For the latter three, discounts are secondary, and the key is to obtain information, especially the Golden Peony Card, which has extremely high authority in the Three Seasons Hotel, second only to their boss. It is not for sale and cannot be obtained even if you have money .

Just like the black card that Boss Fenghua gave me, it is a symbol of power and class.

Coming out of the Three Seasons Hotel, Luo Ji was waiting for Chen Changqing at the door early in the morning.

The Rolls Royce worth tens of millions and its shiny patent leather, even among the many luxury cars, still look very dazzling. Under the envious eyes of everyone, Chen Changqing and May left together like a pair of gods.

And in the spacious compartment of the extended Rolls-Royce.

As soon as she sat down, May took off the pair of seven centimeter high heels.

For more than four hours, wearing seven-centimeter high heels, straightening my waist and tightening my stomach, and smiling, so that May could not help complaining:

"The designer of the high-heeled shoes must be a pervert. How can there be such a perverted person in this world who actually designed something like a torture tool like high-heeled shoes."

Hearing May's words, Chen Changqing couldn't help being happy:
"Would you believe me if I said that high heels were originally designed for men?"

May was taken aback, with a surprised expression on her face:

"Designed for men?"

Chen Changqing showed off his talent by citing classics:
"It is said that King Louis XIV of France was a dwarf. He didn't like others to call him a dwarf, so he designed high-heeled shoes."

"But later, because high heels can enhance a woman's temperament and make people look taller and more confident, they were gradually taken away by you women."

"By the way, and the earliest silk stockings, that is, long-legged stockings, were actually designed for men. From the [-]th century, European men wore stockings, which was a symbol of fashion at that time. Look at many oil paintings of that period. Works, men wear stockings."

Chen Changqing talks eloquently, but it's not just the above two things.

At the beginning, perfume was also designed for men, because men have serious body odor and need perfume to cover it up.

But it turned out that women are more crazy about perfume than men.

Another example is pink. Nowadays, many men think that pink is a very girly color. Generally, those who like this color are cute little girls.

But in the beginning, pink was the color of men, because pink represented blood, or the color of the faded blood was pink.

Only halfway through?
Noticing May's strange eyes, Chen Changqing couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his eyes were a little puzzled:

"Why are you looking at me? Shocked by my erudition?"

May looked at Chen Changqing, his eyes flickering, with a malicious expression: "No, I want to ask, husband, do you plan to take the retro route?"

Chen Changqing: "Huh?"

retro?Thinking of what he said just now, Chen Changqing couldn't help but shudder.

On the other hand, on May's side, there was a little devil's smile on his face: "I remember that the skirts were also designed for men in the first place."

Really, according to physical characteristics.

The skirts at the beginning were indeed designed for men, not women.

I just thought that I was wearing a JK skirt, white half-knee socks, paired with a pair of bright red Puranda high heels, and spraying delicious perfume.

Chen Changqing couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, he waved his hands quickly:

"Ugh! Hurry up, stay where it's cooler!"

May, on the other hand, looked resolute:

"Husband, I want to see~~"

This made Chen Changqing stare involuntarily:
"It's useless to act like a baby, let me tell you, Xiao Xinlan, don't force me to deal with it!"

"No, it depends on whether you wear a small skirt, or a pink one."

"?"

"It's useless to look at me, I have them at home, and I'll let you wear them when I get back."

"If you don't have a room for three days, Xiao Xinlan, it looks like you're drifting away!"

"Wait? What are you doing?!"

"Hehe, what do you think!"

"Let me tell you, I..."

"Ah~~~"

"Honey, I was wrong, don't, don't!"

Five minutes later, May, who was scratched by Chen Changqing, slumped on the chair, her hair disheveled, sweating, her eyes staring blankly at the top of her head, like a salted fish that lost its soul. As for something more exciting?
Stop making trouble, Chen Changqing wants to do it, but does the dog author dare to write it?

Pooh!coward!

Thinking about those ancestors a hundred years ago, looking at you, it's really disgusting!
Of course, the current May is like a salted fish, but in order to prevent the other party from resurging, Chen Changqing took out the surprise that he had originally prepared:
"Well, this is for you."

May took the black card, wiped the sweat from his forehead, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"what?"

Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses, the corners of Chen Changqing's mouth could not help but curl up, and he fondled May's hair: "Didn't you say that you want to see Amei's concert? This is Fenghua's black card, and any concerts performed by their company Yes, you can visit anytime."

A gleam flashed across her eyes, and May looked at Chen Changqing in surprise:
"Really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

"mua~ husband, you are awesome!"

…………

Speaking of Xiangjiang's concert, the most eye-catching one is of course the Red Square.

This is the dream place of countless singers from both sides of the strait, and countless singers are proud to hold a concert in Red Square.

Ah Mei is not bad. The first album sold 108 million copies, breaking the sales record of Bay Island. The second album is also popular. It will be released in June this year, and it is estimated that it will also reach the height of a million-level record.

But a concert in Red Square?
It's good, but it's still pretty bad.

The cultural center venue on the waterfront of Tsim Sha Tsui.

In addition to being not as famous as the Red Square, in terms of area and facilities, the scale here is not much worse than the non-Red Square.

Because there was a concert today, the entire venue of the cultural center looked very lively. The security guard Ah Guang had a cigarette in his mouth, listening to the waves of sound behind him, he couldn't help humming the music.

Fans are not counted, Ah Guang likes Yu Sheng.

Because Amei's lyrics and music are written by Yusheng, Aiwu and Wuxia, Ah Guang also has a good feeling for Amei.

At the forefront of sight, a bright black extended Rolls Royce caught Ah Guang's attention.

Those who can afford a Rolls-Royce these days are all big men, not to mention that this is an extended Rolls-Royce, but looking at the two people walking from the car, especially the two straight towards himself.

A flash of hesitation flashed in Ah Guang's eyes. He thought of his responsibilities, but was worried about the other party's identity, but finally he gritted his teeth and stood up: "Sorry, sir, the concert has already started, and there is no room here for the time being." Open."

The temper of big people is often bad,
They can't look down on mud legs like themselves.

At the moment when he said this sentence, Ah Guang was ready to be scolded, but what surprised him was.

On the opposite side was this imposing man who could be known to be extraordinary just by looking at him.

He didn't reprimand himself, but politely took a black card from the hand of the female companion next to him and handed it over:

"I know, please call the supervisor and give him this card, and tell us to arrange two VIP seats for us."

Ah Guang nodded and took the black card from Chen Changqing.

But when he left, he still didn't forget to say: "Sir, I'll go and ask for you, but can I ask you one thing? I'm just an ordinary worker, don't make things difficult for me."

Chen Changqing smiled and nodded:
"Don't worry, I'll wait for you here."

Five minutes later, he was wearing a straight suit and a greasy middle part. He looked like many middle-aged greasy men. The person in charge of this concert, who belonged to the middle and high-level management of Fenghua Records, rushed over at a trot. With a strong Bay Island accent:

"Are you Mr. Chen?"

Chen Changqing frowned, looking at the person in front of him:
"you are?"

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the person in charge said respectfully, "Mr. Chen, just call me Xiaowang. The boss called me early in the morning and told me to reserve two of the best positions for you."

Chen Changqing smiled, patted the other person on the shoulder, and encouraged:

"Thank you for your hard work."

(End of this chapter)