After just ending the call with Xia Mi, Zhong Ping called in. This surprised Wang Xiaoqiang. Although his relationship with Zhong Ping was almost as similar to that between siblings and lovers, he rarely talked on the phone because Wang Xiaoqiang did not have the habit of calling and greetings, and Zhong Ping was busy with affairs and rarely called Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Sister Ping, is there anything wrong?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked,

"If you're fine, can't you call you?" Zhong Ping said angrily.

"Of course, I'm sorry, Sister Ping, this is my common term when answering the phone, which is equivalent to saying hello, you don't have to care..."

"Haha... Is there any good thing you asked like this? Others thought you were bored!" Zhong Ping smiled and said, "I call you today, it's really a problem..."

"Say what, as long as I can do it, I have no choice..."

"Haha, that's a matter of course," Zhong Ping said: "Tomorrow night, I will hold a charity auction at the Qingsong Club in the provincial capital. I hope you can support it..."

"This..." Wang Xiaoqiang had no idea about charity, auctions, etc., and he wanted to refuse.

"You have no choice but to repent now, right?"

"Sister Ping, I can't help with this matter. Besides, just what kind of situation can I support you with my identity? It would be great if I don't bury you..."

"Oh... how can you be so arrogant? After all, you are a local entrepreneur. Besides, even if you are nothing, you won't lose anything..." Zhong Ping said: "I want to come, first, I want to take this opportunity to meet you, second, I want to introduce some business friends to you, which may be helpful to your career in the future..."

"Sister Ping, you are so nice!"

"How about it, come on?" Zhong Ping said expectantly.

"Come on, I will definitely come, just for your heart, Sister Ping. I have to come too..."

"Okay, then we'll make up. When you arrive at the provincial capital, call me and I'll ask Zhenli to pick you up..."

"No, no, no need Sister Ping, give me an address. I can find it."

"That's fine. I'll send you the address later. If you don't understand, call me..."

"Okay, as long as I have an address, I will definitely find it," Wang Xiaoqiang said shamelessly.

After a while, Zhong Ping sent a text message, which looked like this:

At 8 o'clock tomorrow night, Villa No. 1, Cangpingshan Qingsong Club, Jiangcheng.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect it to be on a mountain, and he was not familiar with the mountain, so he was a little confused about the address. If it weren't for Zhong Ping's gift, he would have suspected it was a fake address. However, he had made a big fuss before, and he was embarrassed to ask again at this time. He believed that he could find a place.

The next afternoon, Wang Xiaoqiang drove into the Hummer to the provincial capital. When he arrived at the provincial capital, it was already evening. He parked in front of a restaurant for dinner. He asked the owner of the hotel where Cangping Mountain was located, and then drove straight over. When he arrived at the foot of Cangping Mountain, it was already dim.

From a distance, Cangping Mountain is a small hill, similar to the shape of Mantou Mountain, which was contracted by the chicken farm in my hometown. A winding mountain road leads to the mountain. Several villas stand on the top of the mountain. There are pillar lamps on the side of the winding mountain road, and you can tell at a glance that it is not a barren mountain.

At this time, a BMW turned onto the winding mountain road, and then another taxi drove up.

My grass looked quite lively, Wang Xiaoqiang muttered and drove up.

In the half-difficult street lights, Wang Xiaoqiang drove a Hummer and hovered up the taxi. The trees on both sides of the road were dense, and occasionally birds flew up, making it look particularly quiet.

When I was about to reach the top of the mountain, the front suddenly became wide open. The ancient street lights dotted the sides of the road, and the lights faintly appeared in the mountains and forests in front, which seemed particularly mysterious, making people unable to help but feel a deep feeling of entering and exploring.

The gate of the club is made of wooden structure, with green and green on both sides, which is simple and elegant. There are young staff members wearing black clothes, white shirts and headsets at the door. When Wang Xiaoqiang arrived in the Hummer, the taxi in front also stopped.

A girl got out of the taxi and wore a sexy lace sequins with a low V-neck long fishtail tail and evening dress, which completely outlined the girl's tall and graceful figure. Under the light, the sequins flash from time to time. From a distance, it looked like a legendary mermaid came to the world.

Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up. When he saw the girl's face through the car window, he couldn't help but be surprised. Why is this girl like Jing Xueyan whom he had just met in Tang's house a while ago?!

The only difference is that the girl is not wearing glasses.

The girl paid the taxi fare, and the taxi drove away again.

There are electric cars and special personnel in the villas in the clubhouse. After the staff at the door briefly asked about the identity of the guest, Wang Xiaoqiang threw the car keys to the car boy and asked him to drive to park the car.

At this moment, the girl who sent the taxi driver to find Wang Xiaoqiang.

Like Wang Xiaoqiang, when she saw Wang Xiaoqiang, she was also surprised. She almost screamed in surprise, "Ah? Mr. Wang, is it you?"

The girl said and walked towards Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Are you Jing Xueyan?" Wang Xiaoqiang saw that the girl recognized him, and immediately confirmed that she was Mr. Tang's granddaughter Jing Xueyan.

"Mr. Wang, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon. This is really fate!" Jing Xueyan immediately showed a happy look, her little voice was rustling and sweet, and her words were generally generous.

He is worthy of being the host of the radio station.

"Yes, I don't dare to recognize you when you suddenly wear this outfit. Tsk, it's so beautiful..."

When we met for the first two times, Jing Xueyan was dressed solemnly, like an intellectual beauty. Now she suddenly wore an evening dress, which made her look taller, her chest was firm and plump and cracked, and she looked like a famous film and television star who was popular on the street stall.

"Mr. Wang, you are really good at speaking!" Just as Wang Xiaoqiang looked at Jing Xueyan up and down, Jing Xueyan had already smiled sweetly by Wang Xiaoqiang, and he held Wang Xiaoqiang's arm very kindly and naturally, "Mr. Wang, are you here tonight?"

Suddenly, a girl who had only met twice, Wang Xiaoqiang was still a little uncomfortable and his body was a little stiff, "Ahem, yes, to be honest, this is the first time I attended a party..."

"Mr. Wang is really good at joking..."

Jing Xueyan obviously didn't believe Wang Xiaoqiang's words. Moreover, she did not let go of Wang Xiaoqiang's arm because of his discomfort. Instead, she clamped Wang Xiaoqiang even more with her exposed snow arm, for fear that he would break free.

Last time I went to my grandfather's house, my grandfather Tang Mingyuan mentioned Wang Xiaoqiang to her, saying that Wang Xiaoqiang has a good identity, a transcendent status, and a kind person. He told her that when she saw Wang Xiaoqiang again in the future, she should be more respectful. At that time, she also mentioned intentionally or unintentionally that Wang Xiaoqiang was doing well in his career and was a talent, and she could use it as a reference for finding a boyfriend in the future.

Jing Xueyan is also a smart person in Bingxue. She quickly understood the words of her grandfather, so when she met again, Jing Xueyan not only respected Wang Xiaoqiang, but also was quite "close".

But my grandfather's words are very general and do not explain what identity Wang Xiaoqiang is? What kind of career do you do and what kind of people you know... But the more you do this, the more you can inspire Jing Xueyan's imagination. Then think of the nature and level of tonight's party. You can imagine the identity of those who can participate, especially men.

Qingsong Club is one of the top private clubs in H provinces.

This is a private club that looks very low-key but is full of luxury and mystery. It is a place where real upper class people and celebrities gather.

The club adopts a strict membership system and has very strict requirements for members who join the club.

If someone thinks that if you have money, you can become a member of this club, then he is very wrong.

People with vulgar and rude behavior will not be accepted as members of the club even if they have more money. Only truly veritable social elites can only be qualified to become members of the club after being reviewed and approved by the shareholders' committee.

This strict membership system seems to push people out, but in fact it has greatly improved the taste and level of the Qingsong Club, making it stand out among the conferences in H Province and even the whole country, becoming the most dazzling location, and making many people proud to be able to hold the Qingsong Club membership card.

"Miss Jing, can you tell me what kind of program you hosted on Jiangcheng Radio? You can follow you on TV in the future..."

"Uh, it's just a relatively unpopular program, which was broadcast at 3:00 pm, called "Good afternoon music". My appearance time was only less than five minutes, and the music was played on the radio station... Alas..."

Jing Xueyan sighed slightly, looking like she was not satisfied with her talent.

"Miss Jing, don't be discouraged. You just started working and entered the provincial radio station. There will definitely be great development in the future..."

Listening to Wang Xiaoqiang's comfort, Jing Xueyan smiled sweetly, "Well, but Mr. Wang, don't call her Miss Jing in the future, call her Xueyan or Xiaoyan, so kind..." "Uh..." Although Jing Xueyan is older than herself, Wang Xiaoqiang felt that according to his relationship with Tang Mingyuan, she should call her like this.

Now the two are almost shoulder to shoulder, Jing Xueyan's firm "shuxing" is gently pressed on Wang Xiaoqiang's arm through the thin evening dress, soft, plump and elastic.
Chapter completed!