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Chapter 648 This is a trap
Third-rate rich second generation?
When Director Yuan heard this, he really wanted to kill that idiot Ye Zheng with his mouth.

He took a deep breath and said angrily: "Which idiot told you that Zhang Shao is a third-rate rich second generation. If the boss of Eiffel Red Wine is just a third-rate rich second generation, then tell me... how many more are there?" Is the rich stronger than the third-rate?"

Ye Zheng was speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

His body was already drenched in cold sweat.

He knew that he had capsized in the gutter, and thought he had picked up a soft persimmon, but in the end he picked up a hedgehog covered in iron thorns.

His face was full of confusion, and he was also thankful in his heart that he hadn't caused a catastrophe.

"Brother Yuan, it's really thanks to you this time, if it weren't for you... I really don't know how much disaster I would have created this time."

"I'll invite you to the Blue Sea Restaurant another day, and treat you well."

Ye Zheng wiped off his cold sweat and said sincerely.

"Okay, okay...Let's not talk about this, let's go in quickly." Director Yuan waved his hand.

At this time, he was also sweating coldly, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

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main hall!

Zhang Feng and Murong Xin'er did not sit together, Murong Xin'er came tonight on behalf of Tang Pharmaceutical.

Zhang Feng represents Tianjue Group. The positions of the two companies are different, so they did not sit together.

Zhang Feng and Murong Xin'er came in and took their seats, and the charity show just started.

The host is at the front, so after the microphone spoke procedurally, it went straight to the point:

"Everyone knows that tonight's charity dinner... is to make charitable donations for children in mountainous areas, patients with serious illnesses, and disabled people from poor families... Then, please start donating items."

"We will conduct charity auctions for the items donated by everyone, and all the money from the auction will be used for charity."

On the stage, the host spoke passionately and generously.

After talking about the need to donate items, it's time to introduce... After the subsequent items are auctioned, what areas will all the money be used for.

When the host explains.

A figure leaned forward and quickly arrived in front of Zhang Feng.

"Young Master Zhang, something happened...the things we brought are lost."

Lost something?

Zhang Feng, who was listening to the host's explanation, frowned suddenly when he heard this.

"Why did you lose that? What do you all eat? Can't you even look at a few things?"

Zhao Wuchang rushed to speak before Zhang Feng, his eyes were slightly cold.

The people who came to report the news trembled when they heard Zhao Wuchang's words, and quickly explained: "Don't be angry, boss, all the items are kept by the auction... They told us just now that the items are missing!"

The auction will keep it on your behalf, lost something?

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Feng and Zhao Wuchang frowned tightly.

The host is almost finished speaking, and the next thing is the donation, but at this time their things are lost, isn't this too coincidental?

"Well, I see, you go down first."

Zhang Feng waved his hand and let the person who came to report the letter go first.

He looked at Zhao Wuchang and said, "Don't think too much about it, I guess Lei Wanjun and my elder brother are behind the scenes. If it wasn't for them, it would be my fifth uncle."

"Young Master Zhang, what do you mean...?"

Zhao Wuchang had some guesses.

Zhang Feng said: "Let me lose face. If I'm not wrong, the party organizer will never admit that they took over our belongings... They should bite to death and say that we didn't bring anything with us."

Zhao Wuchang frowned into Sichuan characters.

Zhang Feng continued: "It is estimated that other people who came to the party tonight brought their things. Now that our things are lost... then we will be the only ones who came empty-handed. It seems that we will want to come later. It’s not enough to be noticed.”

When Zhang Feng said this, his tone was a bit harsh.

A wise man is bound to fail.

He didn't expect that there would be such an episode tonight.

If all the other people who came to the party came with their belongings, but they, the Tianjue Group, came empty-handed, they would definitely be noticed.

If this is really Zhang Feng and Lei Wanjun, or his fifth uncle is behind the scenes.

That Zhang Feng can now be [-]% sure, and later they will definitely become the existence of being criticized by the people who have been arranged to come over.

"Young Master Zhang, don't worry, I'll have someone send two things over again, let's pass the current test first."

Zhao Wuchang said.

Zhang Feng raised his hand to stop him and said, "Forget it, there is no need to send it away."

"But the item donation is about to start. If everyone brings something, we are the only ones..." Zhao Wuchang said aloud.

Zhang Feng interrupted him and said: "Since this is deliberately targeting us, why should we be so humble and insist on donating things? They target me and want to lose face, so I will not be able to hold tonight's charity gala. "

His voice was low, with hints of anger.

After Zhao Wuchang heard Zhang Feng's words, he couldn't help but gasped.

He has seen Zhang Feng's acting style and skills several times.

He also knew that Zhang Feng must be angry now, and often when Zhang Feng was angry, his enemies would never end well.

"Hey, poor thing, it's not easy for you to organize a charity dinner of this scale, why bother to provoke this grandpa."

Zhao Wuchang shook his head, feeling sympathetic to the host of the party.

Some people in this world seek fame, while others seek profit.

And often after having enough money and rights, people's desire for "fame" will increase.

For this charity gala, the convenience of promotion is the name of the picture, and I want to gain a good reputation.

As long as a gala of this scale is successfully held, it will definitely gain great fame.

But now it's all right, just offending Zhang Feng, the organizer's desire to gain fame is doomed to fail, and it is doomed to become impossible.

Time passed slowly.

Five minutes later, the host on the stage also finished speaking, and the donated items that were collected by the charity gala were also delivered to the stage one by one.

Then the host introduced which company donated the item and how much it was worth.

As each item was introduced, there was constant applause and praise at the scene.

And this time!
In an unassuming box at a charity gala.

Zhang Feng and Lei Wanjun were talking sinisterly.

"Haha, now Zhang Feng's things have been taken away by someone, and the host will say in front of the audience later... only Tianjue Group didn't donate anything."

"I think by that time, the scene must be very lively, it must be very extraordinary."

Lei Wanjun picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp, saying with a grim expression on his face.

The loss of items brought by Zhang Feng and the others was a good thing that Lei Wanjun and Zhang Feng planned together.

(End of this chapter)