Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 273 Chapter 273 The Hobby of Spending Money

Wen Qiao shook his hands and couldn't help shouting: "Ah..."

What should I do?

Finally, he donated two Hope Primary Schools, and most of the money he gave was spent. Here, he transferred another 5 million to her.

The feeling of endless flowers for generations.

She is so difficult!

She took it lightly and shouldn't mention her tragic experience of asking Wen Jianmin for money tonight.

It's not that she doesn't know that he has a passion for throwing money.

The phone shook again [Boss: Tell me if it’s not enough]

Wen Qiao fell on the bed and roared, knocking on the door and her mother's worried voice: "Jojo, what's the matter?"

"Mom, I'm fine."

"It's okay, what's your name? It's scary."

"The foot... cramped."

"Is it all right now?"

"OK OK."

-

The New Year’s Eve is approaching and various gatherings are frequent. Baoyanfang in the city center is an old-fashioned restaurant that gentry like to visit for dinner at the end of the year.

The courtyard is large, cars go through the Chinese garden, and the restaurant is brightly lit.

Ji Xianzheng gathered for this game today, that is, a few of their cousins ​​gathered together, and Fu Nanli took Wen Qiao out of the car.

Wen Qiao wore a bean paste-colored coat, and the shoulder collar was pure white rabbit fur, which made him look like an innocent little fairy rabbit.

Those who came to this Baoyanfang were rich or noble. The waiters chose the best, and obediently led them to the private room upstairs.

Ji Xianzheng and Chu Qingyou were already sitting in Zhilan Hall on the second floor.

Wen Qiao politely greeted the two cousins, and the two nodded in greeting.

The private rooms are elegantly decorated, and a bunch of winter plums are placed on the table under the crystal chandelier.

"The third-year-old movie will be released on New Year's Day, isn't it?" Fu Nanli asked while helping Wen Qiao prepare the dishes.

"Ok."

"What theme?"

Chu Qingyou raised his eyebrows: "The trailer has been played for three rounds, don't you know?"

Ji Xianzheng chuckles: "He doesn't pay attention to the entertainment industry."

Chu Qingyou: "War, the theme of evacuation of overseas Chinese."

The waiter stood aside, Fu Nanli whispered: "A bunch of freshly squeezed orange juice." Then asked Wen Qiao: "Can you?"

"Well, you can."

Fu Nanli then raised his eyes to look at Chu Qingyou: "Evacuate the overseas Chinese? Isn't it too **** and heavy on the New Year's Day?"

Chu Qingyou: "No, now that the audience is younger, you don't have to choose the theme of family fun. As long as the quality of the film is excellent, the box office will be guaranteed."

Fu Nanli raised her eyebrows: "That's good."

Several waiters came up with their dinner plates and introduced in a soft voice: "Sixteen-head Japanese net abalone, please use it slowly."

Ji Xianzheng said: "The old lady is celebrating the New Year in Haicheng. We are going to Yuannan Mansion for a New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve. Will you bring Xiao Wen with you?"

Fu Nanli paused slightly with his knife and fork: "No."

The two of them raised their eyebrows and looked a little intriguing. Ji Xianzheng said, "I think your relationship is very stable."

Fu Nanli turned the subject off: "The year-end financial report is not very good, right? Does passenger flow have a big impact?"

He didn't want to say that Ji Xianzheng would naturally not keep asking questions, and followed him to change the subject: "It has been affected to some extent. Wu Junyuan has been rampant recently."

Wu Junyuan, the young owner of China Southern Airlines, the second largest airline in China, has always wanted to pull Dongchuan from the top spot.

Now it is finally as wished, Dongchuan had an accident, and Nanyun made it to the top. Young Master Wu was proud of the recent spring breeze, which is truly arrogant.

They talked about work, and Wen Qiao was just watching, and he learned a lot of knowledge about finance.

(End of this chapter)