chapter 691

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Chapter 691

just as Song Wanting, Chen Xiaozhao and Shi Tianqi were lamenting about Wu Qi, Ye Chen's father-in-law, Xiao Changkun, came out from home happily in a suit and took a taxi to Tianxiang House.

because he was going to have a drink in the evening, Xiao Changkun left the BMW at home and gave Ye Chen the car keys so that Ye Chen could drive to Tianxiang House to pick him up.

Xiao Changkun doesn't have any other hobbies these days, but he likes to delve into antiques, calligraphy and painting, so he joined the calligraphy and painting association.

the purpose of this treat to dinner is to get a seat on the executive director of the association.

in order to show his respect for the leaders of the association, he specially took the 20,000 yuan transferred to him by Ye Chen and booked a bronze box in Tianxiang House.

although this is the worst box in Tianxiang House, it is much better than most of the restaurants outside.

when Xiao Changkun arrived at Tianxiang House, Hong was on his way.

the waiter didn't know Xiao Changkun, so he led Xiao Changkun directly to his reserved bronze box.

seeing that the others had not yet arrived, Xiao Changkun was not impatient, so he simply sat in his seat and waited patiently for the people to arrive.

A few minutes later, the door of the box was pushed open, and a middle-aged man of his age stepped in.

when the middle-aged man saw Xiao Changkun, he came forward, smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, you are so early. When did you arrive"

Xiao Changkun hurriedly said, "Brother Xu, I have been here for a while. Today, the president and the executive directors are so honored and excited that I am so honored and excited to come here in advance and look forward to your arrival."

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this middle-aged man, whose name is Xu Wenyuan, is an executive director of the calligraphy and painting Association.

he and Xiao Changkun usually have a fairly good relationship. Both of them like to toss about some antique calligraphy and painting, so they often pick up leaks in antique streets together, and have a good friendship.

when he heard that Xiao Changkun wanted to compete for the position of executive director, he was the first to stand up for Xiao Changkun.

moreover, Xiao Changkun invited the leaders of the association to a banquet today, and the reason why they agreed to come here is, to a large extent, in the face of Xu Wenyuan.

when Xu Wenyuan saw Xiao Changkun being so polite, he smiled and said, "Brother Xiao, you have a heart!"

Xiao Changkun hurriedly made a gesture of invitation and said, "Brother Xu, please have a seat!"

Hsu Wen-yuan was not in a hurry to sit down. Seeing that the others had not yet come, he whispered, "Brother Xiao, I naturally have no problem with you coming to sit on this executive director's seat, but not necessarily for the rest of the association!"

when Xiao Changkun heard this, he was a little worried and hurriedly asked, "Brother Xu, tell me carefully."

Xu Wenyuan sighed and said, "the post of standing director has always been a fat vacancy because it often comes across opportunities to pick up leaks, and it is more authoritative to say so. when our executive director goes out to participate in an antique program, he usually gives an appearance fee of tens of thousands of yuan, so a lot of people are staring at this position."

speaking of this, Xu Wenyuan added, "Let's take Sun Youcai as an example. Recently, I have heard that he has been sucking up to the chairman and other executive directors, and he has not given them few gifts in private. Judging from the current situation, he will be your biggest competitor!"t means that he can only lie in bed, unable to do anything and completely lose his ability to live!this kind of life, for a person, is simply worse than death!she hurriedly asked, "Doctor, can the spi...