Chapter 964: Do you have a copy?

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The eighth floor of Zuilong Bay is already overcrowded.
Fifty tables are almost full, almost empty.
Huge crystal chandeliers, precious plush carpets, valuable calligraphy and painting ceramics, all set off the noble of this banquet.
The dignitaries all gathered together, talking in a low voice, and from time to time they leaned forward to the main table in the center, with tension and anticipation.
On the main table, the four giants Liu Family, Bai Family, Jiujiang Club, and Wen Family have gathered, and the atmosphere is slightly depressed.
The Liu family came from the owner Liu Changhe, the second character Liu Qianjun, and the four elites with good quality.
The Bai family also came from the head of the house, Bai Xinghe, the second character, Bai Zhetang, and the four elites with good quality.
Jiujiang will come with President Qiu Xiaoyan, Vice President Huo Sandao, and four elites with good quality.
Of course, this is just the people brought by the three companies on the surface. In fact, they secretly put in a lot of manpower.
After all, when it comes to banquets, it is actually to divide up the Confucian cakes. They cannot fail to arrange enough.
Only the literati came from the least people, only Su Weiwei, Mrs. Wen, and Wen Tiange. As for the elite bodyguards or something, none came.
Their table is the largest, but the number of people is the smallest. Only Liu Bai Jiujiang Club has two people in each house, plus three people from the Wen family, sitting a total of nine people.
As for the elite, it is naturally not eligible to sit, just standing respectfully behind their respective masters.
The main table in the middle is tall and bright enough to make it clear to every place of the audience.
There are also many small microphones placed around the table to ensure that their conversations are clearly heard in everyone's ears.
Obviously, the Liubai Jiujiang Conference has long been prepared, and it is also inevitable for the literary industry.
"Mrs. Wen, I haven't seen you in a few days. You are still as mature and beautiful as you are. The style is still the same." Qiu Xiaohan, the president of the Jiujiang Association, spoke first to break the dull atmosphere.
While he was talking, his eyes could not help but glance at Mrs. Wen's neckline with a greasy look, and the greed was unabashed.
Although Mrs. Wen was only a female actress, she was notoriously strong in Licheng, and her prestige was even higher than that of the dead owner Wen Baisheng.
There is such a rumor in the Licheng power circle that the rise of the literati, Mrs. Wen at least occupied seven successful labors.
This shows that Mrs. Wen's position in the literati.
If the writer is still the former writer, even if Qiu Xiaojian is the president of the Jiujiang Association, even if Jiujiang is the underground leader of Licheng, he would not dare to be so arrogant to Mrs. Wen.
But now that the literati has become thinner, he naturally ignores it.
He was even thinking about what kind of enjoyment it would be if he could conquer Mrs. Wen's fierce horse.
After all, although Mrs. Wen is old, she is no less attractive than those young ladies in their thirties. Coupled with her height and strength, she is naturally not comparable to ordinary women, and she has a compelling desire.
Liu Jiabai's family listened to Qiu Xiaoyan's voice, and then looked at his eyes. They all looked dull and did not speak.
They may also have the same idea as Qiu Xiaoyan in their hearts, but they are characters with heads and faces after all, unlike Qiu Xiaoyan, they are not black, and naturally will not show it.
Mrs. Wen felt Qiu Xiaoyan's unabashed greedy gaze, and a chill flashed in her eyes, but it soon disappeared.
She pulled the collar up to cover the diarrhea of ​​the spring, and went straight to the theme, "We are all here, so don't stop going around the circle. What do you want, just draw out the road."
Mrs. Wen was originally an ancient warrior, and those who didn't look at Qiuxiao in her bones were naturally disdainful of hypocrisy and snakes.
She said, and also pointed to Su Weiwei, "This is Miss Su Weiwei, now our literati is now the principal. We don't need to go around, everything is on the table, how?"
Straight in.
The atmosphere was instantly cold.
Even the following dignitaries couldn't help but stop talking, and turned their attention to the main table one after another.
No one expected that Mrs. Wen would directly pierce the layer of paper so directly.
The most important thing is Mrs. Wen's tone. She is so strong, is it because of her character, or does she rely on it?
"Mrs. Wen, since you have said this, I will not hide it." This time, Bai Xinghe, the head of the Bai family, said.
He sipped his wine slowly and looked at Mrs. Wen calmly, "Ms. Wen, for so many years, your literary family is the only one in the world. What good projects and good business opportunities do you have in Licheng? control."
"Your literati is satisfied, and the profit is full. But we, the people, can only pick up the soup leaves behind to eat."
"Look, should we give some benefits to us? I don't ask too much, the Wenjia shares are 20%, but not too much? And I am not indiscriminate, I don't want to buy one hundred million yuan from Baijia, do you think? "
Bai Xinghe's tone is bland, but his tone is not small. Zhangkou will take away 20% of Wen's shares.
His eyes were also fixed on Mrs. Wen, it seemed to depend on Mrs. Wen's choice.
As for Su Weiwei, whether it is Bai Xinghe or Liu Family and Jiujiang Association, it didn't matter.
Even if Mrs. Wen has introduced that Su Weiwei is now the master of the literati, they have not taken it seriously.
In their eyes, this was nothing more than Madam Wen's pretext, and Su Weiwei was nothing more than a shield launched by Madam Wen for the dead ghost.
Mrs. Wen smiled, she was angry.
One hundred million, and want to buy 20% of the literati's shares, is simply ridiculous.
The literati's assets exceed 10 billion yuan, and even a 1% share has more than 100 million yuan.
This guy is good, even if he wants to buy 20% of the shares of the literati, it is tantamount to stealing.
But Mrs. Wen did not speak, but picked up the red wine in front of her and drank.
Wenjia Industry has now transferred to the name of Wang Fan Group, and she has no right to make the decision.
Now it is Su Weiwei who is in charge.
Su Weiwei looked up at Bai Xinghe, and then looked at Liu Changhe and Qiu Xiaoyan, the head of Liu's family, with the same expression. "Do you mean that too? One hundred million, buy 20% of the shares?"
Snapped!
Qiu Xiaojian heard Su Weiwei's opening, his face suddenly cold, and he slammed it on the table.
Wow.
The expensive crystal table began to sway under his slap, and the wine in the glass was even sprinkled.
Qiu Xiaoyan pointed at Su Weiwei and growled angrily, "What are you talking about, are you talking about this? We are talking to Mrs. Wen, when is your turn to intervene?"
There was fierceness in his eyes, and the threatening words were unabashed, "Dare you talk again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will now strip your clothes for you to exhibit?"
"What kind of stuff do you really think that Mrs. Wen pushed you out as a puppet and regarded herself as an adult?"
Liu Changhe Bai Xinghe also looked at Su Weiwei with a bad face. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were full of chills.
On this occasion, Mrs. Wen introduced Su Weiwei as a substitute for the dead, and also made Su Weiwei seated, which had already made them unhappy.
It's better now, Su Weiwei actually dare to jump out of the big bag, how can they not be angry?
In their view, Su Weiwei just didn't know anything, and they didn't mind borrowing Qiu Xiaoming's hand to teach Su Weiwei some lessons.
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