Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish - MTL

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In the middle of the night, the party lights are on, surrounded by relaxed-looking young people.

This is a gathering of wealthy and idle people. Most of them are young people, and some of them bring peripherals or small stars directly around, and they walk with a gust of wind. The turmoil in City A has long since subsided. Over the years, the wealthy and wealthy people who have come and gone have changed a lot, but there are still those few at the top.

"Your party is not high enough, don't you want to change the evil and return to the right? The Gong family, Song family or something, how come you have to come?" Someone grabbed the sleeve of the organizer and said.

"The people of those two families are all very serious, who will come." The organizer is a twenties-year-old swinger, who has just joined the company recently, and he also wants to do something and win the relationship. The idea of ​​hosting this party. He answered with a smile and raised his eyebrows: "But I have invited the Jiang family."

"The Jiang family...?" The person who was talking to him curled his eyebrows, and then took a breath, "Why did you invite her? You are afraid of that..."

"For such a party, the two families won't come, but the Jiang family won't be absent. That one really came, then I said I'm brilliant." After that, the organizer winked at the people. "It is said that she is interested in getting involved in the entertainment industry, but I have invited a lot of celebrity traffic. Is it sincere?"

"Entertainment? The Song family..."

During the talk, there was a commotion at the door. The organizer’s eyes were sharp, and at the first glance, he saw a thin figure walking forward, a little high and low shoulders when walking, one head of hair was flashing under the light, and the organizer’s eyes lit up: " coming."

He broke free of his friend's hand, walked forward, squeezing all kinds of people around him, and smiled: "Mr. Jiang, come here."

Jiang Ran raised her head, she dyed her hair, only to her shoulders, showing a thin face, with no blood, she always looked a little bit mean, her eyes were heavy, and she always felt a little panicked when she looked at people seriously. The organizer rubbed his hands, bent slightly, and drew people forward. Jiang Ran was silent, holding his cane forward.

Her walking stick is custom-made, the wood is round and silky, and it is inconspicuous under the light, almost as dark as iron. As the footsteps went forward, a dull sound was released, and even the music seemed to stop, which made people feel a kind of uneasy.

"Who is this? A lame..."

There was a voice in the crowd, and after only one sentence, Jiang Ran turned his head and looked over, accurately spotting the speaker. It was a woman who was talking. She didn't like being looked at so fiercely. She wanted to say something, only to find that the people around her were all at a distance from her, as if she was afraid of some bad luck.

"Who are you! How did you get in! The security guard!!!"

The organizer immediately shouted loudly, and the invisible security guard rushed out, grabbing people and pulling them out like a chicken. Jiang Ran watched as everyone was dragged to the door, and then he said slowly: "That's not good, I'm a pretty little girl."

The organizer immediately raised his voice: "Be gentle and throw farther!!"

After speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Jiang Ran. Jiang Ran looked at people up and down, only then laughed: "The younger generation is terrifying."

"What did Mr. Jiang say? Come and go here. I heard that Mr. Jiang has thoughts about the entertainment industry recently, and it happens that I have some resources here. This time I called a few directors and screenwriters. By the way, that big star Nan Xing, just after taking a look, they are all here too. I will introduce you to you."