Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 210 Private Room No. 3

While chatting, the wooden door of Ling Yun's house creaked again, and the three of them turned their heads to see that the fat man turned back with the phone.

From afar, he raised his mobile phone and shouted at them.

"In the evening, Director Zhao invited us to dinner in the town. We might discuss road construction. Remember to go. By the way, let your dad go with us. Don't cook at home at night, we can eat together."

"when and where?"

"6 o'clock, Hongmei Hotel in Zhenzhen."

……

At the same time, at Prince B's house...

King B hung up the phone, and smiled triumphantly at Wang Chao and the others beside him.

"See? Who dares not give face when I call? Tonight at 6 o'clock, we will have a good get-together at Hongmei Restaurant in our town. I will be in charge of tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea. I haven't seen each other for many years. It must be lively. By the way, Let me talk about starting a company, and you will work hard with me in the future, and your current work will definitely be better than yours."

Wang Chao and others naturally know his character, but they don't want to take advantage of the bastard, and B Wang brags B has always been a combination of fiction and reality, and you can't tell which of his words are true and which The words are bragging, so more than half of these people still respect and envy him very much.

After finishing speaking, King B started pretending to be B again.

"Oh, the conditions are limited, please don't mind, our poor place can only be sold by the Hongmei Hotel. I originally wanted to go to the county, but unfortunately it is too far away. I will take everyone to a big hotel to spend some time when I have a chance. .But even in the county, it’s probably far from where I usually eat, so I’ll try to buy as many good cigarettes and bars as possible.”

"Hehe, Brother B, you are being polite. This time you go back to your hometown to open a branch... You can support us more in the future."

"That's right, Brother B, we all went to school together, Gou Fugui is woof woof."

"Don't worry, we are all friends, how could I forget you, we will make money together in the future."

Wang Chao and the others clapped violently, and Wang B smiled triumphantly.

……

At 5:30 in the evening, Ling Yun and Fatty set off from home, and arrived at the Hongmei Hotel in the town at about 6:[-].

His father was not willing to come, but he heard that his son would spend 800 million to build roads, and he could run faster than anyone else after eating this meal.

Lingyun's road construction, his father, and Fatty's grandfather, all agree and support it very much. In fact, it's not just them. Building this road is almost the heart knot and long-cherished wish of several generations of people in Gaomiaogou. It not only hinders their economic development, but also hinders their offspring's medical care, study, employment, life, and marriage.

There is a subtle rule in many villages here. Never choose Gaomiaogou to marry a daughter. First, the folk customs in Gaomiaogou are tough and not easy to mess with. Second, it is also because of this road. If a daughter marries here, it is equivalent to marrying her Pushed into the fire pit, it will not be easy for the natal family to leave relatives in the future.

But just like the fat man, the parents feel that the son's 800 million is still somewhat painful. No matter how rich the son is, it is not because of a strong wind.

So I heard that the leaders of the town invited me to dinner at night, and Ling Yun's dad was running faster than anyone else with an 'Eagle' on his arm.

……

At this moment, Wang B, Wang Chao and others had already arrived at the place. Before the food was served, Wang Chao looked around at the people who came and laughed.

"Brother B, you didn't call Ling Yun and Fatty? I heard that they also returned to the village."

"Yes, I called Fatty myself, but he said he couldn't come because of something."

"Oh...he's a big star now, and he even went to the Spring Festival Gala, so he probably doesn't like us..."

Seeing what Wang Chao said, King B felt displeased, frowned slightly and hummed.

"What's the big deal about the last Spring Festival Gala? My son signed up for the city's Spring Festival Gala in kindergarten last year. It's nothing unusual. Not only does it not make money, but it has to be spent in it. Take my son as an example, last year Participating in the program, board and lodging are all five-star, and I made [-] in two days. Although Lingyun is CCTV’s Spring Festival Gala, they don’t give money. At most, they will get a good reputation, but what is the reputation these days? Use? Can it be used as food or drink? Isn’t it still unaffordable to smoke and the world?”

Wang B picked up the Hetianxia cigarette in front of him and patted it on the table, and Wang Chao and others nodded in agreement.

"Yes yes yes...Brother B is right. Now this society only recognizes money but not people. It is better to be famous than to be rich. His last Spring Festival Gala is no big deal, and they don't pay notice fees."

"Yeah, that's right. You see, he gave it to Niu. We invited him to dinner to give him face. Didn't we just sing a song at the last Spring Festival Gala? We still can't put on a show."

"Let me tell you, it's not that he won't come, but he dare not come. His family is so poor. Up to now, it's still an adobe house, and the back room is about to collapse. This Ling Yun is fine. He is afraid of coming to eat with us today. AA, how embarrassing it will be if you can’t come up with the money, so you simply won’t come.”

……

While talking, the fat man led everyone up to the second floor and entered the No. 2 private room.

This is the private room they agreed with Director Zhao on the phone, but when they opened the door and looked, everyone was dumbfounded.

In the private room, King B was sitting at the top seat directly opposite the door. He raised his head and met the fat man and Ling Yun who were pushing the door. The atmosphere was really awkward.

"Cough... it's here?"

Fatty and Ling Yun looked at each other, both of them complained in their hearts at the same time, Director Zhao arranged for the private room No. 2 on the 3nd floor of Hongmei Hotel, why did he suddenly become King B?
King B was also puzzled at the moment. He had called before, and the fat man clearly said that his family had something to do and couldn't come. How could it be possible that not only he came, but Ling Yun also came in the blink of an eye?Not only did Ling Yun come, but he even brought his father with him?

What's the situation?So poor?Do you have to take your dad to eat with you?

At the same time, Director Zhao in the town was packing up his things and preparing to leave. He smiled proudly at the comrades beside him.

"How about my trick of borrowing flowers and presenting Buddha today? I spent King B's money and invited the person we wanted to hire. Not only did I not pay a penny, but I could also solve the problem. In addition, King B and Fatty Lingyun are both classmates. You can also get together."

……

I don't know who yelled, the awkward atmosphere suddenly loosened, Ling Yun smiled and nodded embarrassingly.

"Hehe, everyone has been waiting for a long time. This is my dad. He broke his arm a few days ago, and the family didn't cook tonight, so he brought it here cheekily. Don't you mind?"

He didn't believe that he entered the wrong room, but he didn't know how Director Zhao arranged it, so he simply sat next to him.

"I don't mind, how could I mind? Uncle's arm doesn't matter, right? I'm buddies with Dean Li of our county hospital. Would you like me to say hello to him?"

"Thank you, no need, my dad's arm is no longer a major problem, the only thing left is to dismantle the deck."

King B smiled and nodded, and then began to pretend to be B again.

He first got up and enthusiastically took out a pack of unpacked cigarettes on the table, scattered them one by one, and then introduced them as if he didn't care.

"This cigarette does not have much reputation in the market, but the price is not cheap. It combines Zimbabwe, Brazil and domestic top tobacco leaves in one. People who have smoked it say that the feeling of this cigarette makes people linger. This time to entertain everyone, I specially entrusted someone to make a few, and everyone can pick them up casually."

Bingjiang has a lot of research on cigarettes, and his eyes brightened when he got the cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)