Chapter 707

It is not difficult to learn that Qingcheng is related to the fan family. After all, any foreign enterprise that wants to enter Macao has to go through the hands of the fan family. The opening of Eliza hotel in the economic center is not what ordinary people can do.

Although Zhan Chen didn't make it clear to attend the reception tonight, there are still many people waiting here.

But it was not easy to wait. The other party was in a hurry and said hello to the people. Instead, he looked around in the crowd and wanted to find something.

"If he lost his wallet, I'd like to give him my own." Xiang Le was like a little fan, holding his pocket excitedly, as if he could rush at the young man not far away at any time.

Spare no effort to make complaints about the fact that he has just entered the door and has not lost anything. He is looking for a person and a woman. If you can dress up as a woman, you can expect him to see you more. "

"Hey, my height doesn't match." Xiang Le sat back a little depressed, really considering the possibility of changing women's clothes, which attracted Bai Ling's eyes.

But unexpectedly, even Huo junsen, who has always been indifferent to foreign things, looked at it and praised it: "Zhan Chen is indeed the best successor among so many people in the fan family. He is young and ambitious enough."

The key is that he is most like Fan Hong.

Hearing the word ambition, Qin Qing, who was originally drinking juice, made a move and thought of the accident in San Francisco.

"Hmm?" Bai Ling on the other side suddenly gave a surprise, and then stabbed Xiang Le with his elbow. "I don't think he's coming towards us."

"Who?" Xiang Le looked up absentmindedly. After sweeping the familiar figure, the whole person suddenly bounced up again. He was so nervous that he subconsciously wanted to take out his wallet. When he realized that the other party didn't drop anything, he quickly cleared his throat and was ready to say hello to his idol perfectly.

Then the handsome and cold Zhan Chen really walked to their table, took the lead in nodding to Le who was standing, then turned his head and looked at the girl on the other side, "something happened on the road. Have you been waiting for a long time."

"It's all right. Just draw some pictures." Qin Qing smiled back and introduced it to both sides. He didn't forget to focus on his little fan brother. "Xiang Le is your fan. I hope you sign for him."

As soon as Xiang Le, who was still in a dementia state, received the idol's eyes, he immediately revived and stretched out his hand. He was nervous to speak quickly, "yes, yes, I have heard of you for a long time and always wanted to see you."

Zhan Chen was also a little confused by the youth's enthusiasm, but he shook it back in a friendly way and said with a bright smile: "you are Qin Qing's friend, just my friend. Usually she is at school. Thank you for your care."

The intimacy in this remark is obvious.

"No, she took care of us, ha ha..."

Xiang Le still giggled at the five fans, but Huo junsen frowned slightly, "you..."

How did you know each other?

Zhan Chen is not an ordinary big brother next door. He is a figure at the top of the pyramid in Macao. He is much more likely to appear in TV magazines than in life. Girls not only know each other, but also seem to have a lot of relationship. of

Just didn't wait for him to ask

"It's almost time." Zhan Chen turned his head and said to the girl, then freely unbuttoned his suit and put his clothes on each other's shoulders. "It's cold at night. You wear too little."

"Well, thank you." Qin Qing nodded and didn't care much. Since she lost her sight, she has been taken care of as fragile goods from fangkong to her subordinates. As soon as the news of being hospitalized in Los Angeles came back, the door of the villa was almost crushed.

"President Huo, bailing, you wait for me here."

After saying hello, Qin Qing got up and took Zhan Chen's hand and left the position. She didn't see it. Zhan Chen turned and threw meaningful eyes at Huo junsen.

Just witnessed the intimacy of the two people, and then received such a sight, the fool can see the connotation.

Bai Ling and Xiang Le looked at Qingjun young man's slightly heavy face. They looked at each other and were surprised: it seems that the president likes a big man's woman.

Before they could recover from this shocking fact, the next second they saw the two people who had gone away on the platform together.

"Who is that?"

"I haven't seen it. I'm still wearing Zhan Chen's clothes. Can't I be a boyfriend and girlfriend?!"

……

In the discussion of the guests, Zhan Chen stepped forward to the microphone, and the cold voice with a slight metal texture spread through the hall through the sound.

"Welcome to the opening reception of Qingcheng advanced custom clothing company today. There have been rumors that I started this company before, so I spared no effort to support it. Here I want to state that this company is purely owned by individuals, and that person and I are very important partners. I believe you will not be unfamiliar with her."

In fact, the fan family's industries are numerous in Macao, and there are thousands of rumors and speculation about Zhan Chen, but only this one is publicly clarified.

This not only makes people more and more curious, who has such great energy to make the head of the family at the top of the pyramid stand up.

As if he had seen through the people's ideas, Zhan Chen, standing on the stage, hooked his mouth and showed a slightly evil smile. Then without giving anyone time to guess, he said directly: "now, let's invite the chairman of Qingcheng senior customization and the new gambling king in Macao - ghost hand, Miss Qin Qing."

Layer after layer of codes seemed to be a more violent storm, blowing through the people's cerebral cortex until the last word fell. The whole audience seemed to be scared and stupid. They just stared and opened their mouth to watch Zhan Chen reach out and help the girl stand on the platform.

The girl looks very beautiful and looks like an oil painting under the bright light, but at this time, in everyone's memory, they all think of the picture echoed by thousands of people on the field a few months ago.

"Ghost hand!"

"Ghost hand!"

The girl disappeared for several months, but the memory of beating foreign teams on the field at that time was still deeply imprinted in people's minds. They didn't expect to see real people at the scene, and they didn't expect that real people were so beautiful.

"Hello, everyone, I'm a ghost hand. I haven't seen you for a long time." the girl looked around. Her eyes reflected like obsidian in the light. There were no flaws. She greeted everyone with a smile. Different from painting in the corner, she was like a heroine in the spotlight. She was born to live in such light.