too rich what to do

Chapter 182 My dad looks serious
Facing An Ran's old bacon-like face, Wen Min was speechless for a while.

An Ran smiled and looked at her with frank eyes.

Wen Min's lips trembled slightly, and he held back the phrase "Your uncle", and then changed it into: "This international music festival is very important to us, so I hope to get your support. Using your holographic projection technology, it will definitely attract the attention of the world like the Olympics."

An Ran doesn't know much about music, but if he compares this music festival with the Olympic Games, he will understand the importance of it.

After pondering for a moment, he finally said: "I do have holographic projection technology, and I naturally understand the importance of this kind of thing, but I think you can also understand that if the music festival starts soon, some equipment will not be installed in time. "

Wen Min paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about this question, and then said: "The music festival is on October [-]st, how long do you need?"

"This is not necessarily!" In fact, An Ran himself doesn't know much about it. Holographic projection technology is different from strong artificial intelligence technology. The former is more of a coding program, as long as there is a suitable carrier, while the latter is more complex. Rely on hardware facilities.

The one in the villa was made with the help of the system, so it was naturally very fast, but if it needs to be used in real life construction, who knows how long it will take.

An Ran thought about it for a while, and suddenly her heart moved: "Why don't I provide you with a music festival site? My villa is full of installed equipment and can be used directly!"

However, Wen Min rolled his eyes directly when he heard the words: "At first glance, you are a layman. Is the concert hall important to music performance? Not every place can be used as a standard concert hall, and the requirements here are also different. You can't speak clearly in a few words, although your villa is very luxurious, it definitely doesn't meet the requirements."

"——" An Ran smiled awkwardly. He said that in his villa, he also wanted to feel the experience of holding a concert in his own home, but he didn't think about more things.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Well, after all, the music festival is on October [-]st, so the time should be fine. You can send me the situation of the concert hall first, and I will give you an estimate of the time it may take. information."

Wen Min also thought of this, although he still didn't have an accurate answer, but now that An Ran agreed to help him, he had to find another way.

So he smiled and said: "Okay, when your study is over, I will treat you to dinner!"

"Let me invite you!" An Ran added with a smile: "You decide the place, and I will definitely be there."

Wen Min didn't refuse when he heard the words, but said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll wait for your news!"

After speaking, he glanced at the time, winked playfully at An Ran, and then stood up: "I still have a class later, I'm leaving first, next time I make an appointment."

"Next time!" An Ran smiled slightly.

Wen Min crossed her hands behind her back, smiled, then turned around and walked away like a little girl.

An Ran's gaze stayed on Wenxi's back for half a minute.

Well, it's more about the waist...

After Wen Min left, An Ran didn't join other small circles anymore, one was because he was not familiar with them, and the other was that he felt that he could be said to be of the rich generation.

One generation versus two generations.

You have to be a little older, take the initiative to chat with a junior, no matter how you feel, you are a little bit of a loser.
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The banquet lasted for noon and ended after one o'clock.

Zong Xintong came out from nowhere, and soon came to An Ran's side.

Made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. An, the afternoon class has been arranged, you can go back to the apartment for a short rest, the class time is 02:30, the first class is the basic clothing matching guidance class!"

An Ran nodded when she heard the words, and then asked curiously, "Is everyone in class together?"

Zong Xintong shook his head: "No, every student's course is different, because some of them have participated in several guidance classes, this time only Mr. An and Mr. Ma are here for the first time, so An Both Mr. and Mr. Ma need to learn from the first lesson."

"Mr. Ma? Is it Ma Xiaofan?"

An Ran heard Zong Xintong's address and asked, seeing Zong Xintong nodding, he almost laughed out loud.

Ma Xiaofan's poor kid was actually called Mr., no wonder he wanted to laugh, he had always called Ma Xiaofan Xiaofang's classmate, he was used to it, and suddenly this little poor kid was called Mr. A little uncomfortable.

However, he also felt that he and Ma Xiaofan had a very close relationship. Not long after the racing competition, they became classmates again, and according to Zong Xintong, this was at the same time.

However, An Ran didn't ask any further questions, but went straight back to the apartment, took a half-hour lunch break, and at ten past two o'clock, Zong Xintong rang the doorbell on time.

In a classroom arranged by the school, An Ran saw Ma Xiaofan who was not awake, maybe he had just woken up and was still a little confused.

However, when he saw An Ran, he quickly came to his senses and approached with a gossipy face: "An Ran, how are you getting along with Wen Min at noon? Did you get any sparks from the friction?"

"Did you do it on purpose at noon?" An Ran rolled his eyes, and he said why Ma Xiaofan was suddenly yelled at noon and slipped away, and took Sun Zhanyuan and Wang Xun away.

"Hey, isn't this an opportunity for you!" Ma Xiaofan smiled, not embarrassed: "How is it? Let me tell you, Wen Min is still very good."

"That's right!" An Ran didn't deny it, and then shook her head again: "Unfortunately, I have a girlfriend!"

These are righteous words.

However, Ma Xiaofan curled his lips directly, and said with a sneer, "Hehe, don't pretend, they are all men, who doesn't understand who?"

"——" A few black lines appeared on An Ran's forehead, why didn't this little kid touch the city?

An Ran rolled her eyes, and while Ma Xiaofan was still immersed in her own words, she suddenly said, "Your dad is like this too?"

"Yeah, he has a lot of thoughts, don't look serious on the surface—" Ma Xiaofan's expression changed as he was speaking, and then he immediately stopped talking, turning his head to look at An Ran with resentment: "You set me——"

Although they didn't get all of them out, An Ran was still taken aback, Boss Ma is a real big boss.

Seeing Ma Xiaofan's resentful expression, An Ran shrugged her shoulders: "Who told you to keep your words open? It's really like what Wen Min said, not even your father is a good grader."

When the two said this, An Ran saw Zong Xintong and another woman walking in with a foreigner in their 50s.

"Mr. An, Mr. Ma, this is your basic clothing matching instructor, Yu Knapp."

After a brief introduction, the 50-and-a-half-year-old man from the UK greeted An Ran and Ma Xiaofan in half-baked Chinese.

"Mr. An, Mr. Ma, hello, it's an honor to meet you!"

An Ran replied hello with a smile, but at this moment Ma Xiaofan spoke in sloppy English: "Teacher Yu, you can use English directly, I find it difficult to understand your Chinese!"

"Anran, are you okay?" Ma Xiaofan turned to look at Anran after finishing speaking, seemingly kindly asking.

Special emphasis on the word OK.

An Ran curled her lips when she heard this, if she didn't know the character of this little brat, it would be fine, if she knew his character, he would naturally understand what the brat was thinking, obviously he was taking revenge on himself.

After all, everyone knows that Ma Xiaofan's father likes to make presentations in English, so there's no reason why this poor kid can't inherit his father's eloquence, and he can't inherit his father's English level.

However, for An Ran, it’s fine if it’s another language, after all, he’s never been exposed to it, but English——
Contemptuously glanced at Ma Xiaofan, he looked directly at Knapp: "Teacher Yu, I also think you can start the class directly in English, and I agree with what Ma Xiaofan said, your Chinese is easy to be misunderstood."

With a standard London accent, not only Ma Xiaofan's eyes widened, but even Knapp was taken aback, then immediately gave a thumbs up and praised in English: "If I hadn't read Mr. An's information beforehand, I wouldn't have believed it. A standard Cockney accent would be spoken by a Chinese who has never been to England."

Using English, the old man speaks more smoothly this time.

An Ran just smiled, if it was in the past, he really didn't have this ability, but last time he used the knowledge reserve, he forcibly memorized a dictionary, you must know that it is a systematic knowledge reserve investment, an immersive experience , his command of English, including pronunciation, is absolutely no less than that of a dictionary writer.

It's just a Cockney accent, so naturally it won't bother him.

(End of this chapter)