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Chapter 8 I Only Have One Means of Transportation

Guanhaitai, the power center of Haijing City.

As a defense officer, Zhang Zhaolong stood in the office, respectfully serving tea and water to Chen Xiaoqi, with sweat stains on his forehead.

"Being a defense officer is different. Even your taste has improved a lot, Aaron." Chen Xiaoqi sat on Zhang Zhaolong's office chair, savoring the top-quality dog ​​meat prepared by Zhang Zhaolong himself.

"Everywhere, I learned this from you, the principal." Zhang Zhaolong smiled apologetically and glanced at Chen Xiaoqi from time to time.

The principal is still the same as before, and his smile is too scary...

"Learn from me? I didn't teach you such extravagant things."

Chen Xiaoqi put down the tea cup in his hand and looked directly at Zhang Zhaolong.

Zhang Zhaolong's expression changed, and he immediately shouted: "That idiot is reporting me! Principal, you can't listen to other people's nonsense. In the position of a defense officer, we are neither greedy nor robbing. We have always been diligent and conscientious."

Yes."

"I heard Ma Rong, the young master of the Ma family, said that you are going to hold a party in Haijing. Is this a problem?"

Chen Xiaoqi said coldly.

Zhang Zhaolong felt cruel in his heart, thinking that it was the Ma family's brat who would make me unhappy again!

"Principal, isn't it because you are here and I want to hold a reception banquet for you..." Zhang Zhaolong said truthfully.

He held this dinner to welcome Chen Xiaoqi. He just wanted to give Chen Xiaoqi a surprise, so he didn't tell Chen Xiaoqi in advance. He didn't expect that Chen Xiaoqi would be angry because of this...

"Extravagant waste!"

Chen Xiaoqi frowned and spoke calmly, but it was like a lightning strike that made Zhang Zhaolong's heart tense.

"I'll cancel it now, I'll cancel it now!"

Zhang Zhaolong shook his head and felt as if his heavenly spirit cap had exploded.

But Chen Xiaoqi shook his hand and said, "No, I just have to do something. Please change the arrangements for tonight's banquet."

"You say it, you say it!"

Zhang Zhaolong looked at Chen Xiaoqi carefully, panicking.

The principal is still the same as before, completely confusing!

"Send a new invitation to everyone you invited, except the Ma family! The previous tickets will be invalidated for me. In addition, give me a separate VIP invitation and several tickets." Chen Xiaoqi said seriously,

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

He found it very interesting when he thought of the embarrassing look of the Ma family arriving at the venue with invalid tickets but unable to get in.

"Besides, I just came to Haijing and I don't have a car yet. Find me some high-end transportation."

"Rolls-Royce?" Zhang Zhaolong said with a wink.

"It's so popular that every rich man in Haijing should have one." Chen Xiaoqi shook his head.

"Koenigsegg supercar?" Zhang Zhaolong asked again.

"I have to seat several people."

Chen Xiaoqi rolled his eyes. He felt that Zhang Zhaolong had become vulgar and had no sense of innovation.

"In this case, you prepare a helicopter for me, Sikorsky's! Come pick me up at the Song family in Haijing at six o'clock."

"Yes!" Zhang Zhaolong responded immediately.

In the evening, the sun sets over the western mountains, and the clouds on the horizon are as red as fire.

In the Song family villa, Mrs. Song dressed up carefully for the banquet.

Song Xinyao and her parents also put on beautiful dresses and were sitting in the living room, waiting for Chen Xiaoqi's arrival.

"Zhiyuan! Are we being deceived? Look at what time it is now. That kid must have escaped!" Chen Guilan looked at the classical wall clock on the wall, her face looking extremely nervous.

"Probably...no way..." Song Zhiyuan looked embarrassed.

Although I don’t know what Chen Xiaoqi’s identity is, I guess he is not an ordinary person to be able to sell face to someone like Mr. Li.

There is no point in such a person coming here to fool their family.

"Dad! Believe me, he will come!" Song Xinyao said with great certainty.

Song Zhiyuan looked at his daughter's determined eyes, and his anxious heart calmed down a bit.

Song Guofu, who was standing by, saw that the family of three seemed to be able to attend the party, and his mood immediately collapsed.

"I should have come a long time ago. At this point, I think there is a high probability that I won't come back. You'd better stop having such wishful thinking and think carefully about how to ease the relationship with the Ma family."

Song Guofu said coldly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Song slapped him hard.

"Say a few words to me." Old Mrs. Song said softly.

Song Guofu was so frightened that he did not dare to raise his head. He could only shrink to one side and stopped talking.

"Xin Yao, please call Mr. Chen. What time is it? It wouldn't be a good idea if you arrive late." Old Mrs. Song asked with concern.

He is now a little sick and has sought medical treatment, but there is no other way, because as long as he enters the venue, he can build momentum and regain everyone's confidence in the Song family, thereby preserving the Song family's stock price.

If the stock price stabilizes, then the Song family will also stabilize.

"Grandpa...I don't have his phone number." Song Xinyao said awkwardly.

Old Mrs. Song's face turned green when he heard this.

"No phone? How come there is no phone!"

Old Mrs. Song lost his composure and his mentality suddenly collapsed.

Originally, he believed Chen Xiaoqi's words, but now, he is no longer sure.

Maybe, as the young master of the Ma family said, the farce of the Century Banquet was just a scene directed by Chen Xiaoqi with money.

"Grandpa, don't worry, he will definitely come back." Song Xinyao whispered to comfort Old Mrs. Song.

Feeling that there was no hope in front of him, Mrs. Song almost fainted. At this time, the servant of the Song family hurried into the living room.

"Old Master, there is a gentleman named Chen looking for you."

As soon as the servant finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Let's go!" Old Mrs. Song said quickly, and then led a group of people out of the living room.

Outside the door, Chen Xiaoqi changed into an evening dress. His carefully dressed up appearance was comparable to the top traffic star in the Dragon Kingdom, and everyone could see it.

"Xinyao, I'm here to pick you up!" Chen Xiaoqi walked up to Song Xinyao and smiled slightly.

Song Xinyao, who was in a daze, came back to her senses, her face turned red.

Song Guofu, who was following the crowd, looked around, then approached the servant and asked in a low voice: "Where did this kid get here?"

"Back to the young master, Mr. Chen came by taxi."

Take a taxi?

Song Guofu smiled.

This kid is really pretending to be addicted. At this time, he is still trying to make a fool of himself. If he goes to the venue later and cannot get in, it will not only be embarrassing for him, but also for Old Mrs. Song and the entire Song family!

"Dad! You can't go. You can't believe what this guy says! He doesn't even have a car!" Song Guofu said seriously.

Chen Xiaoqi immediately agreed: "It's true that I don't have a car. I guess I just arrived in Haijing and haven't had time to buy one yet. I only have one means of transportation in Haijing, so I should be there soon."

He turned around and looked at the time. It was exactly six o'clock.
Chapter completed!
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