strictlysupreme Chapter 302 Why call him Mr. Song? Come, learn from me and call him brother!
Chapter 302 Why call him Mr. Song? Come, learn from me and call him brother!
The next day Shen He was discharged from the hospital.
That night, Shen He officially attended the annual meeting with Song Jingcheng as the wife of the chairman of the Song Group.
She stunned the audience in her sparkling galaxy-like floor-length dress and became the most dazzling and charming one of the night.
Even when standing next to a star-studded female celebrity, he is not inferior at all.
The man whose arm she was holding was wearing a navy blue suit.
The high-end suit tailored to his body makes Song Jingcheng look dignified and noble.
The last time Song Jingcheng made a public appearance was when Mu Tingyun was publicly tried, which was several months ago.
At that time, although Song Jingcheng's condition was under control and relatively stable, his thin body still could not hide the signs of illness.
Tonight, Song Jingcheng looked down upon the whole audience with an aura of awe-inspiring power. How could there be any trace of sickness in him?
He is tall and strong, and he looks like he can blow up the beautiful lover beside him with one punch.
Of course, the way Mr. Song looked at his wife was as sticky as honey, so sweet that anyone could see that he had already fallen for her.
As soon as Song Jingcheng made his public appearance, the negative rumors about him were dispelled.
The chairman of the Song Group has fully recovered!
The Dinghai Shenzhen is still standing tall!
That night, the market value of all the listed companies under the Song Consortium soared, and shareholders cheered...
Tonight's annual meeting will last three hours.
The event included speech sessions, performance sessions, and award ceremony sessions.
Song Jingcheng did not go on stage to give a speech. His deputy general manager Ouyang Qing gave a speech on his behalf. The speech was nothing more than summarizing the past, looking forward to the future, and praising the motherland...
Next, the big stars took the stage to perform.
All the celebrities who had endorsement cooperation with the Song Group and received invitations to the New Year party came.
As celebrities took the stage, the live broadcast room became increasingly popular and quickly climbed to the top of the social network.
Even on Weibo's hot search list, there were several entries related to the Song Foundation's annual meeting.
Song Jingcheng's calligraphy performance was scheduled as the 8th program.
When they heard the host announce that Song Jingcheng would perform calligraphy live, people who were familiar with him sat up straighter with expressions of anticipation.
But many of them have seen Song Jingcheng's fountain pen signature, which is indeed unforgettable. The brushstrokes are horizontal and the pen is strong, which is a rare good handwriting.
I don’t know how good Mr. Song’s brush calligraphy is.
Backstage, the live director pointed camera 3 at the table.
Ye Ni spread out paper and pen for Song Jingcheng and made a gesture of invitation to him.
"Thank you." Mr. Song's voice was low but clear, very pleasing to the ears.
In the live broadcast room, the screen flickered rapidly, dazzling the eyes. A quick glance could catch a few rainbow farts.
[Mmmmm, Mr. Song’s voice is so nice. ]
[Mr. Song's hands are also very nice, and they look like they would be nice to hold. His watch is also very nice, and it looks very expensive. I think I have the same watch as Mr. Song.]
[Has no one noticed that Mr. Song's Adam's apple is very sexy? ]
Some netizens got angry and started to rant online: [You bunch of perverts, get out of here! So the handsome entrepreneur is Mr. Song, and the ugly one is Boss Song? ]
[What a bunch of idiots! Why call me Mr. Song! Come on, learn from me and call me...Brother Song!]
On the stage, Song Jingcheng's every move was captured by the camera and simultaneously enlarged on the giant projection screen behind him.
Song Jingcheng held the brush in his right hand, and without any hesitation, he firmly made the first stroke.
Hang your wrist, lift your pen, turn...
It's obvious from his posture that he is a calligraphy master who has been practicing calligraphy for many years!
As graceful as a startled grand, as graceful as a swimming dragon.
The eight powerful and vigorous characters appear on the paper. Even people who don't know how to appreciate calligraphy know how valuable these characters are!
In the contemporary calligraphy world, the most admired fonts are those of calligraphy masters such as Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Zhao Mengfu, Liu Gongquan, and Yan Zhenqing.
But Song Jingcheng's calligraphy is unique and not an imitation of any master.
"Mr. Song's handwriting..." Some old guys stared at the words on the big screen, squinting their eyes slightly, and said thoughtfully: "This word is a bit like night..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man saw Song Jingcheng's hands moving again.
On the big screen, Song Jingcheng picked up his pen and signed:
Night walker.
In an instant, a group of calligraphy enthusiasts stood up and exclaimed, "Is Mr. Song a night walker?"
Who is the night walker who is hailed as the most legendary, mysterious and unique figure in the contemporary calligraphy world?
Putting down the brush, Song Jingcheng smiled modestly toward the front, "Excuse me, everyone."
So ugly!
If the calligraphy of the Night Walker is considered ugly, then all the young people in the contemporary calligraphy world should give up writing and return to their hometown to grow sweet potatoes!
Ye Ni smiled and said, "What you may not know is that Mr. Song is not only an entrepreneur, but also a calligraphy enthusiast, with the pen name Night Walker."
"When we were chatting in the audience earlier, Mr. Song told me that he wanted to give this calligraphy and painting to a destined person through online auction."
"Of course, all the proceeds from the auction after tax and the rewards from tonight's live broadcast will be donated to the my country Foundation for the Support of Minors with Leukemia."
Whether literature, calligraphy and paintings are valuable or not, and how much they are worth, all depends on human relationships and social customs.
Generally speaking, those writers who are truly accomplished in calligraphy would not bother to participate in such auctions.
But that is the work of the Night Walker!
At the annual meeting, a group of noble old men immediately opened their mobile phones, entered the live broadcast room, and began to participate in the online auction.
The auction was over in just three minutes.
This painting by Song Jingcheng was successfully auctioned by a netizen named "Shanglvren" for 80 million yuan.
Once this number was announced, both the audience at the scene and the netizens found it outrageous.
Eighty million!
He is indeed a night walker!
Song Jingcheng stared at the screen name 'Business Traveler', and the corners of his lips curled up into an elegant smile, "Thank you for your appreciation, friend."
Song Jingcheng walked down from the platform.
As soon as he returned to sit beside him, Shen He pressed the earphone and leaned close to Song Jingcheng's ear and said, "Siri and his senior brother Milk Tea Zhou have been staring at our live broadcast room."
"As soon as this night traveler showed up, Milk Tea Week locked his IP."
Shen He proposed yesterday to auction Song Jingcheng's works through live broadcast and use them for charity.
When he was discharged from the hospital today, Song Jingcheng suddenly told Shen He that he wanted to catch a big fish by auctioning calligraphy and paintings.
And this big fish is most likely Cheng Yang's man.
Shen He asked Song Jingcheng curiously: "How can you be sure that the business traveler is Cheng Yang's man?"
Song Jingcheng did not hide anything from Shen He.
He whispered in Shen He's ear: "Melody told me that Cheng Yang has another genius under his command."
"This guy hangs around in auction houses. He's nominally an artist. He helps Cheng Yang launder money by reselling artworks at high prices all year round, and he also bribes Cheng Yang in this way."
"Yesterday I deliberately let Melody spread the news that I am a night walker and that I will be auctioning calligraphy and paintings in the annual meeting live broadcast room."
"The purpose is to catch this merchant traveler."
Cheng Yang has plenty of money.
In order to clean up the dirty money, his lackeys will definitely spend a lot of money.
Eighty million.
This is an absurdly high bid amount. It is far ahead of other bidders. No one would believe it if you say there is nothing fishy about it.
Reselling art is a common way to launder money.
But Shen He didn't study finance, so he didn't understand how bribery with art works actually worked.
Seeing that Shen He didn't understand this, Song Jingcheng explained it to her patiently.
"For example, suppose Cheng Yang needs to find Mr. A to do something, but Mr. A is a cautious person who doesn't dare to take risks. Coincidentally, Mr. A's son is a painter or some other literary figure."
"At this time, Cheng Yang would ask his people to buy the works of Mr. A's son at a high price. This way, Mr. A's son's reputation would be boosted, and money would be sent to Mr. A's family."
"This way, even if the truth is revealed in the future and Cheng Yang falls, Mr. A will not be affected."
Shen He suddenly realized, "It's really amazing."
*
the other side.
Cheng Yang had just returned from the Ou family when he received a call from his subordinates.
"boss."
The businessman had a hoarse voice and said, "I just successfully purchased Song Jingcheng's calligraphy and painting for 80 million yuan."
"Night Walker's works are very popular in the calligraphy world. My suggestion is to sell them at a price of 60 million. What do you think?"
Taking 80 million dirty money and exchanging it for 60 million clean money, it's worth it!
Cheng Yang: "Well, you are a professional in the field of art, so you can make the decision."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yang tugged at his tie.
Ou Yalan has started to suffer from morning sickness, and no matter how clean her room is, there is still an unpleasant sour smell.
Cheng Yang has a keen sense of smell, so Melody's home is always clean and fresh, without any fragrance or odor.
After untying the tie that was so tight that he couldn't breathe, Cheng Yang subconsciously flipped through his address book to call Melody.
After he dialed the phone, he remembered that Melody had blocked him a long time ago.
"Ah!"
Cheng Yang felt even more annoyed.
After resting for a while leaning back in his chair, Cheng Yang suddenly realized that old Shang Yu hadn't called him for a long time.
He always asks his bodyguard to contact him. Has he not recovered from his illness? Is it more precious than a woman giving birth and staying in confinement?
Cheng Yang called Shang Yu.
This time, it was still the bodyguard who answered the call, "Young Master." His subordinates all called him Young Master in order to hide his true identity.
"Xiaocheng." Cheng Yang remembered the bodyguard's name.
Jiang Hai's younger brother.
The famous Husky in Qing City's bodyguard circle is just a fool.
He used to run errands for Mu Tingyun. After Mu Tingyun and Jiang Hai were arrested, Jiang Cheng became Shang Yu's bodyguard.
The main reason is that the fool knows some inside information.
Just throw it away, I'm worried.
Kill him, it's not worth it.
Use him, but it's disgusting.
So Cheng Yang sent Jiang Cheng to Shang Yu, who then exiled him to the border and made him a gatekeeper at the Begonia Valley Villa.
I don’t know what’s wrong with Shang Yu that he actually called this idiot back.
"Where's your boss Shang?" Cheng Yang said in an unhappy tone, "Let your boss answer the phone! He hasn't shown up for so many days, maybe he's dead."
Cheng Yang's words sounded like a joke, but in fact he had already begun to doubt Shang Yu.
It's unusual that this old fox has disappeared for so long.
"The boss has fallen asleep. I'll go wake him up. Please wait a moment, young master." Jiang Cheng hung up the phone, turned around, walked to Shang Yu, and pulled the towel out of his mouth.
Jiang Cheng pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it directly into Shang Yu's crotch.
Shang Yu was so scared that his legs tensed up and his anus shrank into a ball.
Jiang Cheng pointed at the phone and said, "When the eldest master calls you, you have to know what to say."
Jiangcheng is full of confidence.
After all, he is now helping Officer Shen.
Therefore, when he threatened Shang Yi, he was righteous.
Shang Yu thought Jiang Cheng was a killing machine. He was so scared that he trembled and dared not refute. He nodded repeatedly to assure: "I understand!"
"I will definitely speak nicely!"
Jiang Cheng nodded with satisfaction, thinking that he would stay up late tonight to watch a few more police and gangster movies and learn and apply what he has learned.