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The toasting process was slow at first, because they were all relatively close relatives, and it took some time for both parties to get to know each other. Later, the neighbors and friends were introduced table by table.

When it was almost the turn of Wu Feng's table, the program was coming to an end. Wu Feng raised his hand and saw that it was already ten o'clock. There were so many tables at this table that it took almost an hour to toast.

When the groom and bride came over, Wu Feng and Yao Juan also stood up. Yao Juan lowered her head and did not dare to look at the bride and groom and their parents, but Wu Feng had no such scruples.

It happened that the groom and the bride were walking directly towards him.

"I wish you a happy wedding, a happy marriage, and a son soon." Wu Feng sent his blessing and had a drink with the groom. The groom also said thank you with a smile and greeted the others at the same time.

Wu Feng took out the red envelope and handed it over. The groom took the red envelope and said thank you.

Yao Juan followed everyone and took a sip of drinks, and then sat down, feeling very guilty.

"Yaojuan, where's your red envelope? Give it to someone else. You're doing it for me and watching the show," Wu Feng reminded.

"Ah, I'm sorry. What should we do if someone recognizes us eating the King's meal?" Yao Juan asked guiltily.

"Hahaha, do you feel guilty sometimes? It's okay. Who said we were eating the Overlord's meal? This table doesn't count wine, it's only one thousand and five dollars at most. We gave red envelopes, but if you don't give the red envelope, then it's really the Overlord's meal." It was rare for Wu Feng to see Yao Juan looking so cowardly, and he felt very happy.

"Give it to me, I really don't dare to show my face in front of them," Yao Juan said guiltily and then took out the red envelope and stuffed it into Wu Feng.

Wu Feng shook his head helplessly, took the red envelope, and walked towards the groom and the others.

At this time, they had reached the last table. They were probably high school friends or friends with similar interests or common hobbies, because they were all quite young, about the same age as the bride and groom.

Wu Feng walked over and handed the red envelope directly to the groom. The groom was stunned for a moment, but he still took the red envelope and said thank you.

After Wu Feng walked away, the groom asked the bride, "Do you know that man just now? The one at the second to last table. I remember that those tables were all your college friends, right?"

"No, I don't know him either. I thought he was your friend. What's wrong?" the bride asked.

"He just gave me another red envelope. I remember he gave me a red envelope when we were toasting, and now he gave me another red envelope." The groom was a little surprised. You said that if he came here to eat and drink, he wouldn't Give me a red envelope!

"Just look at the signature on the red envelope," the bride reminded.

"It's not signed. I've seen it, but there are about a thousand yuan in both of them, which is more than an ordinary friend. Only a good relationship will give out so much. Now we don't know him. This is too weird. Do you want to ask after the wedding?" the groom asked, wanting to get the bride's opinion.

"Well, go and ask! What if he says he ran to the wrong place and wants to get the red envelope back?" the bride asked.

"Then give it back to him," the groom said nonchalantly.

"That's not okay. My mother said that today the bride and groom can only go in and out. This is the custom. You won't pay a penny out," the bride stopped her.

"Then what do you think we should do?" The groom was also in a bit of trouble.

"My friends finally came here. They plan to go to the KTV soon. Then ask him to go over with the girl who is with him to have fun. Then ask my brother to pay. If he wants red envelopes, also call him My brother paid first,” said the bride.

"Okay, let's do it." The groom agreed with the bride's suggestion.

The performance has ended, the toasting session of the bride and groom has also ended, and it’s time for the bride to have fun.

This is about the size. The host has already discussed it with the bride during the rehearsal, so it is very important to control the size, so that the bride can be polite.

In fact, at this stage, many friends and relatives have left a lot. At this time, the closer relatives usually like to watch it, and many even take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

No matter where you sit, if you want to watch, you can surround the stage. Usually it's the father's brother who comes on stage and gets fucked, and everyone laughs.

Wu Feng was not interested in seeing this, he had to get down to business.

He went backstage. There were two small rooms on both sides of the stage. One was for the sound and lighting masters, and the other was for the performers to change clothes or prepare before going on stage.

Wu Feng saw two staff members in the audio room, one playing with the computer and the other playing with his mobile phone.

Wu Feng stepped forward and handed over a cigarette, which he had just placed on the table. He was the only man on the table. None of the girls took this pack of cigarettes. He remembered that in the next 17 years, the state stipulated that such occasions were prohibited. Smoking is not allowed, and cigarettes are not placed on the wine table. Now, two packs are placed on each table, and good friends will give one pack to each person.

"Brother, let me ask you something, are you artists from the hotel or the wedding company?" Wu Feng started to ask questions when he saw them taking the cigarettes.

"Oh, we are from the hotel side and there is no wedding company. Because the hotel business here has always been very good and the reservations have been made until next year. The hotel also wants to save costs and outsource this to the wedding company. Why not just do it ourselves? ! It’s good for us. At least we have a fixed salary, so we won’t lose our income during off-season weddings. Wedding companies work on a commission basis, and most hotels are not as busy as us,” explained a young man who was not using his mobile phone.

After hearing what he said, Wu Feng had an idea. He could just discuss the matter directly with the hotel leadership. There was no point in contacting the employees.

Wu Feng left the private room and went directly to the front desk of the lobby on the first floor. There were two young ladies in professional attire at the front desk with light make-up. They were quite young, probably in their twenties or mid-twenties.

Seeing Wu Feng walking towards them, one of them said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I have something to do with your leader, and I would like your help in contacting him," Wu Feng said straight to the point.

"Okay, please wait a moment," she said, taking out her walkie-talkie and speaking in Huduo dialect.

After a while, a young woman in her thirties wearing professional hotel attire came to the front desk. She was probably their foreman. Wu Feng was a little speechless. She probably couldn't make the decision.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" the foreman asked.

"I want to borrow an artist from your hotel, can you make the decision?" Wu Feng said bluntly without beating around the bush.

"I really can't make the decision on this. You have to talk to our manager. I'll take you to the manager's office! You follow me." As she said that, she led the way and took Wu Feng directly into the elevator.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and the guests had almost left, especially the people who were going up. There was no need to wait. Wu Feng followed the foreman directly to the elevator.

The elevator stopped when it reached the fifth floor. The foreman took Wu Feng out of the elevator and turned right. He walked all the way to the innermost room and saw a manager's office sign on the door!

The foreman knocked on the door.

"Please come in". A middle-aged man's voice came from inside.

The foreman opened the door and walked in with Wu Feng. Wu Feng saw a desk with a large computer monitor on it. When he got closer, he saw a middle-aged man sitting behind the monitor with a face. The top was piled with meat. I don’t know if it was because of staying up late. He was already bald, with only hair around the sides.