Oh!The Smell of Money

"Damn, there are many stars coming..."

Qin fan turned over the list in his hand. Zeng Wei, who once dominated the old Hong Kong movies and is now the president of the film association, was ranked first.

"Infernal Affairs" is Qin fan's favorite Hong Kong Island works. Although he doesn't pursue stars, he is still a little excited to see his former idol appear in front of him.

What's more, according to the rumors on the Internet, Zeng Wei can't make a fortune without the support of many forces, especially his father, who has settled in Wan island.

After all, the influence of Hong Kong Island filmmakers is not only limited to the film and television industry, but also involved in many other areas of making money.

"It's a pity that there's no Huazai. He's the only idol i've ever had since I was a kid..."

Qin fan turns the list to the end. After he doesn't find Tang Xin's name, he throws the list aside and drinks tea in silence.

Half an hour later, Qin fan stayed in the box and didn't even go to the toilet. Ten minutes before the charity meeting, Daniel knocked on the door of the box, followed by a dining car with a bottle of botus red wine in addition to some rich dishes.

"Mr. Xia, I'm really sorry, because there is a delay on the way of shipping some exhibits, so the auction may be delayed for half an hour. These meals and red wine are sent to you by Mr. Zhao. But don't worry. The charity dinner will start at most for half an hour. I'll invite you back then."

Daniel explained respectfully, and at the same time, he asked the waiter to push the dining car into the box. After apologizing again and again, he turned and left.

Qin fan looks into the dining car and can't help sighing that the people of the Jockey Club are so meticulous that they can't praise it. Because the Charity Club has been postponed, in the dinner prepared for each guest, in addition to the popular seafood such as Aolong, sashimi, Qin fan also sees many southern province specialties, such as smoked fish, hand shredded salted chicken, and pickled pork liver, etc

In just one night, we can prepare the most suitable receptionist and dinner for every guest who agrees to come to the charity. It is conceivable that behind Zhao Sheng, there must be an organization specializing in this kind of service.

Can I get one myself?

It's only half a day since he came to Hong Kong this time. Qin fan has gained a lot.

Qin fan is not very hungry, but Zhang Zihao has been hungry for a long time, and as a bodyguard, he doesn't have to care about his identity and eating appearance. After confirming that the food can be eaten to Qin fan, he gets on the bus and starts to eat.

Qin fan still drinks tea.

"Young master, the delay of the charity meeting is not because of the exhibits, but because there is trouble here." Zhang Zihao, who was filling his mouth with Australian dragon meat, suddenly blurted out.

Qin fan brought the cup to his mouth and said with no expression: "how?"

"Daniel's hand, I have long noticed that there is a layer of calluses on his right four finger belly and tiger mouth. This is not a handgun, but a mark of long-term holding of submachine gun. When he got on the bus, this layer of calluses was still gray and black, but when he just entered the door, I found that these calluses were a little congested and red, which proved that he had just used the gun, and it was still a long time."

Zhang Zihao is also aware of the monitor in the corner. He deliberately keeps his voice down. He chews things in his mouth. Only Qin fan sitting beside him can barely hear the ambiguous words clearly.

"You mean people died in the restaurant?" Qin fan tasted the tea, and his voice was cold.

"Should be, a shuttle submachine gun bullet hit out, how can someone still live?" Zhang Zihao said.

"Well, you may not be able to enter the auction later. Keep watch outside. I'll call you if you have something to do."

Qin fan nodded, put the cup back on the table, closed his eyes and gradually fell into meditation.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Daniel knocked on the door on time and told Qin fan that the charity auction could start.

Qin fan went out with him, but when he found that Daniel was taking himself out of the restaurant, he couldn't help wondering: "isn't the auction site on the third floor? How can I get outside the building? "

"Well, Mr. Xia, Mr. Zhao Sheng invited many guests this time, including some front-line stars. In order to play a charitable publicity effect, there will be a red carpet Walking Ceremony at the gate of the hotel. Of course, if you don't like it, I can also directly take you to the auction house on the third floor..."

Daniel thinks that the second generation of local tycoons from the mainland like to take part in this kind of activities, especially when they appear on the red carpet with the first-line stars of Hong Kong Island. For them, it is very likely that they will get a lot of investment when they return to the mainland.

"I'll go and have a look. Just walk on the red carpet. I'm not interested."

In case Li huazi shakes her head, even the top people in the world will find that she is too dangerous.

However, Qin fan has seen the list of guests and is still very interested in some of the stars listed in it. Although he is the heir of the trillions family, he is only 20 years old after all. He is sure to have vanity. If he can take a picture with Wang Zuxian who came here to the party tonight, he will be able to give up his childhood wish and go back to brag with them.Daniel is also relieved. It seems that Mr. Xia is not a difficult guest. Although he thinks that Qin fan has no problem, Zhao Sheng deliberately told all members above the diamond level to pay special attention and let him take good care of Qin fan.

Walking out of the hotel hall, Qin fancai found that although the Fuli Hotel, which had been in normal business, was still open for business, there were many bodyguards in black suits and earphones inside and outside the gate.

From the elevator to the entrance of the hotel, the guests get on the red carpet from the entrance of the hotel.

The guests who come to the dinner tonight are all important figures in various fields, so the distance from the elevator entrance to the roadside is guarded by dozens of fully armed bodyguards. Especially in the hotel gate, there are three security gates. Bodyguards can accompany the host, but no one can carry weapons.

"Ah Hao, let's go to the door."

Qin fan looked around and went to a place under the stairs at the door. In this place, he could not only see the whole process of every guest getting off the bus all the way to the gate, but also the three burly bodyguards in front of him could block the sight of the people on the red carpet.

Less than 10 minutes later, the night on Hong Kong Island is also slowly falling. On the congested roadside, which has long been surrounded by various media and television reporters, black Mercedes Benz business vehicles slowly come over.

After the first Mercedes Benz accurately aimed the rear door at the red carpet, the doorman opened the door, and a middle-aged woman in a white slim dress came down. Her plump figure, elegant and dignified posture, and perfect legs, just fell into Qin fan's eyes when she stepped out of the car, which made Qin fan's classmate feel nervous My hair is dry.

"Hong, Hong Xin?"

When the charming cheeks were raised, Qin fan also recognized the woman, especially the apricot eyes, which made Qin fan a little distracted. This woman with an angel's face and a devil's figure had performed many classic Hong Kong movies and was one of Qin fan's teenage goddesses.

The reporters on both sides of the red carpet saw Hong Xin get out of the car, and immediately raised the camera and microphone to rush past.

"Hong Xin, can you take a positive picture?"

"Smile. I haven't seen you in public."

"Do you come here because there are exhibits you like in this auction, or do you just want to make some contribution to autistic children?"

In the uproar of voices, sitting beside Qin fan, Zhang Zihao, who had been silent, suddenly muttered: "are you 40 years old? Can you be so beautiful?"