7: 00 PM, Mingjing Building.
When Hong Dali's fleet of luxury cars arrived at the plaza in front of Mingjing Building, the entrance of the building had already been cleared of unrelated people. The entire parking lot was filled with all kinds of small cars. The low-end ones were worth about 200,000 yuan, while the high-end ones were worth millions. The security guards patrolled the area with electric batons. If they saw any unrelated suspicious people, they would immediately question them. Those who didn't know the inside story might even think that some big shot was here for an inspection.
Once Hong Dali's fleet of cars stopped, specialized personnel immediately laid out the carpet in front of them. Then, beautiful receptionists wearing high-slit cheongsams lined up neatly in a row. Once Hong Dali and Tang Muxin alighted from the car, all the receptionists immediately bowed at a 90-degree angle and shouted "Welcome" in unison. No matter where they looked, there was a flash of flesh. Hong Dali was so scared that he trembled. He thought that he had accidentally transmigrated to a high-class club in a city called "Dongguan."
After the receptionists passed by, dozens of reporters from various media outlets appeared. Their flashes were like thunder and lightning, causing Hong Dali to feel dizzy and unable to stand properly.
"Are they trying to murder me?" Others were afraid that there would not be enough flashes when it was their turn, but Hong Dali was so angry that his hair almost stood on end. "I'm not a celebrity, don't take pictures of me! If you keep taking pictures of me, do you believe that I won't let you know why flowers are so red?! "
The nine lackeys aggressively opened up a path in front of them. They were just short of threatening Hong Dali with a brick. Seeing that Hong Dali was about to lose his temper, the reporters hurriedly turned off their cameras. If not, their cameras would be smashed.
After a moment of silence, Hong Dali mumbled, "What kind of lousy cocktail party is this? Is that old fellow Liu Mingxin trying to scare me? "
As he said that, Tang Muxin suddenly exclaimed. She hurriedly pulled Hong Dali's arm and pointed at a luxury sports car that had just entered. She excitedly said, "I know that car! That's the car of the superstar, Tai Yajing! "
"Oh." Hong Dali listlessly said, "She's just a star. Look at how excited you are. Sister Nianwei is also a superstar. Why don't I see you so excited?"
"Miss Yajing is my idol." Tang Muxin excitedly said, "I really liked her back then. she's so beautiful! She sings very well and has acted in several movies, all of which are quite good at the box office. "
"Alright." Hong Dali shrugged nonchalantly. "Looks like she's here to attend the charity gala. Shall we go get her autograph later?"
"Sign it!" Tang Muxin's eyes instantly lit up. "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it. In that case, I'll go upstairs and ask him for his autograph!"
Really … Hong Dali mumbled, "Why didn't I notice this in the past?"
"Everyone has someone they look up to when they were young." Tang Muxin said coquettishly, "I have one too, don't you?"
"I …" Hong Dali opened his mouth. "Alright, I have one too."
Having been in this world for such a long time, Hong Dali had seen a lot of things, so he didn't care about such a scene.
That was how people were. They would have different judgment depending on the environment. Hong Dali saw his two three-meter-tall Vermilion Jade Lions every day, so he naturally wouldn't be surprised to see such a situation.
Ignoring the reporters at the scene, the two of them brought the driver and nine lackeys upstairs. Just by looking at Hong Dali's demeanor, the staff knew that he was definitely a super rich young master. How would they dare to stop him? They didn't even dare to mention the word 'invitation' and directly brought everyone into the elevator that would lead them straight to the 26th floor.
Soon, they reached the 26th floor, and the elevator door slowly opened. There were at least 20 men and women holding video cameras, recording pens, and microphones in front of them. As soon as they appeared, they started taking pictures without any explanation.
Hong Dali stretched out his hand to cover his and Tang Muxin's eyes. When the "snap" sound stopped, he could finally open his eyes. He gritted his teeth and ordered the male lackey beside him, "Go!"
The male lackey angrily rushed towards a reporter who was still trying his best to squeeze forward and asked, "What are you filming? Do you know who we are? Why are you taking pictures of us? "
"You are …" Only then did the reporter realize that he had taken pictures of the wrong people.
"This is our Young Master and Young Madam, do you know?" the male lackey asked.
"No … I don't know." The reporter shook his head in confusion. Who dared to call himself Young Master?
"You've wasted your life!" The male lackey stretched out his hand and directly pushed the reporter.
How could he dare to beat up a reporter? The others were preparing to take more pictures before posting on the headlines, but the other lackeys had already taken their positions. Hong Dali brought Tang Muxin in with his head held high and chest puffed out. Hong Dali didn't forget to snap his fingers and say, "Not bad, tip them 20,000!"
The male lackey who pushed the reporter hurriedly thanked him. "Thank you, Young Master, for the tip!"
Tipping them 20,000 at once, the group of reporters stared in bewilderment. Hong Dali knew how to give a carrot after a stick. He sniffled and said as he walked, "Xiaoyi, tell them that anyone who deletes the photos will be rewarded 5,000 each."
Therefore, the group of reporters instantly deleted all the photos of them, not leaving a single one!
That's more like it. This is how a great prodigal should act! Hong Dali's plan today was to make the other party underestimate him. Naturally, the more arrogant and prodigal they were, the better the effect would be. Before coming, the lackeys already understood Hong Dali's plan and naturally cooperated with him. At the door of the banquet hall on the 26th floor, when the receptionist at the door asked Hong Dali to show his invitation, Hong Dali directly replied, "No."
The etiquette lady's head was full of cold sweat. She looked at the fierce-looking lackeys, and her intuition told her that if she dared to say no, she would be dragged down. First X, then O, then X, then X, then X. Finally, for the sake of her own life, she decisively lowered her head. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see anything."
"En, not bad." Hong Dali snapped his fingers again. "5,000."
Then, the male lackey took out a stack of cash, counted it, and stuffed it into the receptionist's hand. "Compensation for the shock."
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the receptionist, the group of people swaggered off.
Just like that, the group of people finally entered the banquet hall on the 26th floor without any incident.
To be honest, Hong Dali was also someone who had seen grand occasions before, but this banquet hall still gave him a feeling of luxury.
With an area of a few thousand square meters, the basilica-style big curved ceiling was decorated with all kinds of exquisite murals. There were 18 large crystal chandeliers, each with six levels and in the shape of an inverted pyramid. The chandeliers were densely packed with connected small lights, shining brilliantly and exquisite.
The most amazing thing was the marble floor that had been waxed countless times. Hong Dali unintentionally lowered his head to take a look and was very satisfied. "En, white."
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