campus magician

Chapter 483 Fundraising Dinner (10)
Everyone drank the red wine elegantly, and all they talked about was what they had seen in the mall. It was the first time for Xiaoru to experience this kind of situation, and she was naturally very uncomfortable. She felt that she was very reserved from the looks of her hands.

So within ten minutes, Xiaoru whispered to Gao Yuan, let's go out and guard the gate.

Gao Yuan smiled, and said softly, "Are you not used to this kind of occasion? You're too reserved, just be as you usually are when it's just the two of us together."

Xiao Ru blushed shyly, but she didn't speak. It was obvious that she would rather go to the door to maintain order.

But Gao Yuan felt that Xiaoru should also be trained, otherwise it would be bad to be cautious and blush when encountering any occasion in the future, so he continued: "Didn't we say that we need to persuade people here to donate more? You don't know, The rich people can be picky now, if you don’t persuade them, and they don’t donate any money after eating and drinking, isn’t our charity dinner a loss?”

"But how can I persuade you?" Xiao Ru really had nothing to do.

Gao Yuan turned around with a smile, and happened to see Zhuge Zhixiang toasting himself with a wine glass at this time, so Gao Yuan decided to start persuading him.

"Just look at mine," Gao Yuan said to Xiaoru, then turned his head, held up his glass and said to Zhuge Zhixiang, "Manager Zhuge came to a fundraising dinner, so caring, then you Donate a little too."

Of course, Zhuge Zhixiang couldn't appear too stingy in this situation, and he smiled smartly at himself, and replied: "Of course I have to donate, I don't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, even if it is for Miss Wen Ya's face, then I will donate." Definitely need to donate a little.”

"Oh, so it's because of Ms. Wen Ya's face," Gao Yuan asked again, "How much does Manager Zhuge plan to donate?"

Zhuge Zhixiang pondered for a moment, and finally said: "However, I will donate [-] to [-] yuan."

"Ten thousand or twenty thousand?"

"This..." Zhuge Zhixiang felt that 1 yuan seems a bit small on this occasion tonight: "Let's say [-]."

"Oh," Gao Yuan nodded, "So Miss Wen Ya's face is only worth 2 yuan in the eyes of Manager Zhuge?"

"Uh..." Zhuge Zhixiang did not see anyone talking like that, so he hesitated for a while.

In the context of Gao Yuan's question, if it is only worth [-] yuan, it is obvious that he is not giving Wenya face, and if the other party can't get off the stage, he can't get off the stage either.

But if it's not only worth [-] yuan, then I'm about to bleed a lot.

Finally, after thinking for a long time, Zhuge Zhixiang still felt that he would bleed once tonight, and said, "Then I will donate [-]."

"But this [-] yuan is not much," Gao Yuan said, "Manager Zhuge just sold a luxury house two days ago, and his family has a lot of money. No matter how you look at Miss Wen Ya's face, he only donated [-] yuan, which is a bit small."

(End of this chapter)