Chapter 692 I Just Like to See You Deflated

Then I was stuck in traffic for more than an hour.

"If I had known, I would have driven out in my trot. This shabby car is useless. It can't even fit into a small lane..." Father Zhuang regretted it.

After finally arriving at the venue of the Golden Hui Ceremony, it was getting late. Zhuang's father hurriedly took Zhuang Buyuan and Luoluo to the venue. On the way, he found many people who had just arrived.

Seeing Zhuang Buyuan coming with Zhuang's father, everyone laughed at Zhuang Buyuan.

"Hahaha, the village owner is here too shamelessly!"

"He came without being invited!"

"Master, I am the invited guest today, and you are the guest companion!"

"Hey, Lao Jia, you didn't come last year, why are you here this year?"

"You're still talking about me. I sent a representative last year, but you didn't even send a representative."

"It's okay if I don't come this year. How can I see the owner's jokes if I don't come?"

"I just want to hear the sentence 'Zhuang Ye is not far away to attend with Zi Zhuang', and then I can laugh for more than half a year, hahahaha."

"No, it should be 'Zhuang Ye is attending with his companions'. The names of those who come with him will not be read out."

"Oh hahahahaha."

"Hey, little sister Luoluo is here too. The owner of the village and little sister Luoluo are here to make soy sauce today. It's fun to eat and have fun! It's so hard to receive awards, so we can do it for you."

Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had seen people adding insult to injury, but he had never seen you being so cruel.

Be careful, I'll slap you to death!

Zhuang Buyuan quietly raised his middle finger to these guys, but Zhuang's father saw it and suddenly slapped him on the back of the head.

The guys just laughed.

A group of people came to the door with the three of them. Dad Zhuang showed his invitation. The greeter at the door looked at the three people carefully and said: "Mr. Zhuang, among the guests you registered, there are only two people. Why are there three people?" ,and……"

The greeter glanced at the jade claw at Zhuang Buyuan's feet: "And pets are not allowed in the venue..."

If Zhuang Buyuan hadn't told her to be good, Yuzhao would have rushed up and killed the greeter right now. You are the pet, and your whole family is a pet! I am the saint of the Tulong people!

"Uh, I'm sorry, I forgot to explain it in advance, please help me accommodate." Dad Zhuang forgot about this and was a little embarrassed.

"Well, the seats are really fully booked. In previous years, there were always absentees. I don't know why so many people came this year..." The staff member glanced at the large group of people behind Zhuang Buyuan, who were still queuing up to enter, and said : "Why don't you wait a moment and invite others to come in?"

"Okay then." Dad Zhuang was a little embarrassed and helpless, but he couldn't embarrass the staff. After all, he did bring one more person.

"No hurry, no rush." ​​The large group of people behind waved their hands and looked at Zhuang Buyuan with smiles.

Let's see, let's see, I can't even get into the show, hehehe, I just like to see you deflated!

If you have the ability to hit it with a big ear scraper, we admire you as a hero!

Zhuang Buyuan wanted to roll his eyes again, what kind of harm is this to friends, are you so happy to see me unlucky? Go back and rob everyone of one Luo!

The staff member saw that no one else could enter, but he did not dare to let the three people in. He was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his head. Jia Yelian next to him reminded him: "Young man, go and ask your boss for instructions."

The staff member suddenly realized it and ran to ask for instructions.

The chief editor of the Jinhui Rich List editorial department was standing in the center of the venue, looking at the venue in front of him with a bright face.

It has been ten years since the Jinhui Ceremony was held, and the ranking list has been released for ten years. However, its influence has always been limited to the local city of Xucheng, and it has not become a rich ranking list pursued by the state or even the world.

The year before last, the editor-in-chief of the ranking editorial department finally could not bear the pressure and resigned. The deputy editor-in-chief at the time, who is now the editor-in-chief, officially took over.

This is the third year since he took over.

At the grand ceremony in the past two years, it would be good if half of the rich people who sent invitations could attend. After all, the rich are very busy, and many of them are so well-known that they don’t care whether they are on the list, not to mention that this is just a local list. one.

During times like New Year's Day and New Year's Eve, these rich people are also very busy. They have to attend countless activities and are also busy with their company's annual meeting.

But this year, for some reason, almost all the invited wealthy people replied that they would attend as scheduled.

And the reception staff he sent downstairs had basically seen the arrival of these rich people before they came up.

Faced with such a crowded situation, the editor-in-chief felt that his whole body was starting to shine.

What does it mean that so many people came to attend the Golden Ceremony?

It shows that his editing of the list this time is very satisfactory. It shows that under his auspices, the influence of the Golden Hui Festival has been rising steadily. It shows that his personal charm has infected and influenced these people. .

It shows that I am also a character!

At this moment, a staff member ran over to him and asked for instructions. He frowned: "Who? Zhuang Yewei? Is it the one who makes wine?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhuang also brought a little girl and a rabbit... But after all, it is just a rabbit and has no offensive power. How about I add a chair for the little girl next to the seat?"

"No, adding chairs casually doesn't make our list unprofessional? What should we do if it affects other people? Besides, Zhuang Yewei is just a new member of the rich list. If he wants to have this kind of privilege, he must at least be on the list. member, tell him no!"

"How about I ask other participants for their opinions?" the staff asked in a low voice.

"What are you asking about? What kind of place are we? It's a golden ceremony that all the rich flock to. We can't just break the rules just because of one person."

"But……"

"Nothing to worry about, go quickly! Don't delay other people's entry."

The staff came to the door with a grimace and said to Dad Zhuang: "I'm sorry, there is really no more room."

"Dad, don't embarrass the staff. I'll take Luoluo out to play." Zhuang Buyuan said.

"Ah... this..." Dad Zhuang looked at the village, which was not far away, and then at the venue. He smiled apologetically at the staff and said, "I'm sorry, then we won't participate. Sorry for the trouble, little brother."

Then he grabbed Zhuang Buyuan and said, "Come on, son, I will take you for a ride!"

Next to them, a group of people looked at each other, shrugged, and simply turned around and left.

You really think we are here to attend your grand ceremony, we are just here to watch the owner’s jokes.

I just like to see the owner of the village deflated!

Now that they had finished reading the joke and were happy, a group of people raised their fingers at Luoluo: "Little sister Luoluo, do you want to go to uncle's house to play! Uncle's house is very fun!"

Zhuang Buyuan glared angrily: You bad guys!

Seeing the staff leave, the editor looked at his back with high spirits.

At this time, you really need to ask for a promotion and salary increase from the company headquarters, and ask for more power and remuneration.

Sure enough, we are going to expand the editorial department, and then really work hard to bring the Jinhui Festival to the world!

Moreover, the name Jinhui Festival always sounds like a nouveau riche. We should imitate other people’s world-class lists and change it to a list named after ourselves!

It’s called XX Rich List!

If there is an experienced driver here, he will kindly remind him, stop daydreaming, there is no chance for a guy who doesn't even have a name!

But the editor-in-chief is still immersed in the illusion of success and cannot extricate himself.

Until, he suddenly discovered that no one came in at the door, and many people who had already entered were still walking out.

How is this going?