Taking the opportunity, Du ngqi and the others sneaked a glance, but couldn’t see much except the information "registered capital of one million," which was exceptionally conspicuous.
"It’s nothing, just...what do you an by ’I was deceived’?"
Wangzhou Culture in Yunnan Province was the first company Zhou Wang registered, and at that ti Xu Wenqian handled it, so the registered capital was not high. Jiang Qingkui ignored the strange looks from a few people; she didn’t feel obligated to prove anything to them. However, upon hearing Qian Zihao’s words, she couldn’t help but frown and asked.
"Because as far as I know, the 55th and 56th floors of Phase Two of the International Gold Center have been vacant for a long ti, yet you said your event venue is on the 56th floor, which doesn’t really make sense..."
Qian Zihao chuckled.
Jiang Qingkui frowned, "Since you said those two floors are vacant, what’s the problem with renting them to us for an event?"
"Miss Jiang, the 56th floor is The Penthouse after all..."
Du ngqi and the others, who were also sowhat puzzled, seed to rember sothing upon hearing Qian Zihao’s words, and exclaid.
"Yes, the 56th floor is indeed The Penthouse. I said it felt strange as if I couldn’t rember whose territory it was..."
"Hey, Brother Qian, I rembered, didn’t you say before that those two floors were reserved by the developer for their own use, and when you inquired about the price, they directly rejected you?"
"Bingo!"
Qian Zihao laughed, "Yes, otherwise, why would I think Miss Jiang was deceived? Because the developer has no intention of selling those two floors, let alone renting them out..."
Seeing Jiang Qingkui still frowning, Du ngqi explained to her:
"Qingkui, it’s like this, Brother Qian is different from us; he’s the owner with his own company and has property rights for a half-floor in Phase Two of the International Gold Center. Mind you, it’s property rights...so he’s indeed one of the genuine owners of the International Gold Center; you should trust his words!"
Upon hearing Du ngqi’s explanation, Jiang Qingkui gave Qian Zihao a surprised look; she hadn’t expected this layer of identity from him.
Qian Zihao, smiling amiably, rather enjoyed Jiang Qingkui’s gaze at this mont. He adjusted his collar, appearing nonchalant, and said:
"I’m very familiar with the property manager of the International Gold Center. What I said earlier was revealed to by them, so Miss Jiang, that’s why I suspect you might have been tricked by so unscrupulous agent, as similar incidents have occurred before... Small and dium-sized companies from outside, whatever they do in Magic City, need to be cautious. This is my kind suggestion to you."
Hearing Qian Zihao’s subtly superior advice, Jiang Qingkui remained silent for a mont.
She didn’t really think Zhou Wang would deceive her or be deceived, as after following Zhou Wang for so long, from Ming City to Hang City and then to Beidou, she had never seen Zhou Wang suffer a loss...
Not to ntion she knew clearly that the company Zhou Wang founded might not seem impressive, but he is also a shareholder of large groups like Magic City’s Jiahui International, Pinghe Education, etc., so he isn’t without a foundation in Magic City.
However, it didn’t seem like Qian Zihao was lying, which left Jiang Qingkui a bit puzzled at this mont.
So how did Zhou Wang secure the usage rights for The Penthouse at the International Gold Center, and why was it all so mysterious?
Knowing Zhou Wang well, Jiang Qingkui intuitively felt there might be so "tricks" she was unaware of, but she couldn’t figure out Zhou Wang’s purpose for hiding it.
While Jiang Qingkui was lost in thought, Du ngqi next to her couldn’t suppress the swelling questions in her heart any longer, and asked:
"Qingkui, what’s your position in this Wangzhou Culture company? Vice President or..."
"Secretary."
Lost in her thoughts, Jiang Qingkui instinctively answered.
"Secretary?"
To hear such a response from Jiang Qingkui left Du ngqi montarily stunned, and next to her, Qian Zihao, Liu Heng, and the others were also left dumbfounded, their expressions bewildered.
This refined and elegant looking Miss Jiang, with her fine attire, turned out to be soone else’s personal secretary?
Their gazes involuntarily turned complex, especially Qian Zihao, whose eyes flickered with both shadows and fleeting anger.
Jiang Qingkui didn’t know what they were thinking, but she sensed the subtle changes in their expressions, and her deanor cooled.
Glancing at her watch, Jiang Qingkui stood up and said, "It’s about ti, you all keep chatting, I’m heading up first."
Just as Jiang Qingkui was about to leave, Qian Zihao suddenly stood up and said, "Miss Jiang, if it’s convenient, could you take us along for a look?"
Already reluctant, Liu Heng and others chid in upon hearing Qian Zihao:
"Yes, Miss Jiang, let’s go together. In case there really is a problem, maybe we can help..."
"Hehe, Qingkui, actually I’m quite curious too. Your company or rather your boss must be pretty impressive to hold an event on the top floor of the International Gold Center, why not take along to see?"
For a mont, Jiang Qingkui didn’t know how to refuse, so she nodded, "If you want to go, then co along...but you can’t stay too long. The formal banquet needs invitations to attend, which is a rule set by our boss."
Thinking for a mont, Jiang Qingkui added.
"Don’t worry, Qingkui, we just want to make sure you aren’t being deceived; we don’t really care about the so-called banquet..."
"Yes, Miss Jiang, it’s just a al, do you really think we’d impose ourselves?"
One after another, they spoke, with disdain or derision occasionally flashing in their eyes.
It seed none of them expected Jiang Qingkui to make such an "uptight" comnt.
Jiang Qingkui didn’t care about what they thought. Since they insisted on following, she certainly had to clarify so rules. She vaguely knew Zhou Wang had invited quite a few distinguished guests to the banquet tonight, although she wasn’t sure if they would all attend...
...
As the super-grade office building and core landmark in Lujiazui, the International Gold Center Phase Two naturally considered efficient operation and high-end tenant needs in its elevator configuration, resulting in a staggering total of 45 elevators including direct, passenger, and freight elevators.
Actually, Xu Wenqian had just called Jiang Qingkui to tell her that if she didn’t want to wait for the elevator, she could contact Lin Ran beforehand, and Lin Ran would co to pick her up with a private elevator.
But since there were so many people around her at this mont, Jiang Qingkui didn’t contact Lin Ran, instead choosing to follow Du ngqi and others to the passenger elevator area.
They first took a shuttle elevator to the 30th-floor "Sky Lobby," then from there took the high-rise elevator to the 56th floor, the top floor of Phase Two.
Ding!
When the elevator doors opened, the scene that ca into view, amazed even Jiang Qingkui who was sowhat ntally prepared, let alone Du ngqi and others, who were all stunned for a mont.
A thick blue carpet spread out from below, flanked by a profusion of flowers, extending all the way to the spacious hall ahead.
The bright floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the sunset’s glow, in that profoundly spacious area, countless staff in uniform suits and white gloves were bustling about, while tables draped in white napkins were already in place. But what truly left the group sowhat dumbfounded was the heap of fine spirits in the center of the hall, not yet placed on dining tables or cabinets.
The Ace of Spades Champagne, dubbed the king of wine in nightclubs, was only piled like trash on the edge, while the white, red, and foreign liquors centrally placed, even the most knowledgeable among them, Qian Zihao, couldn’t recognize them all.
But just identifying those few kinds already made his eyes widen in shock.
"A 50-year limited Moutai, the Nine Dragon Altar of Wuliangye, McLaren Lalique Whiskey, Diamond De Peine Tequila, Petrus..."
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say, just based on the mountain-like pile of spirits in the hall center, if they were all genuine, it would be enough to buy a house in Magic City with a full paynt, and a million-dollar luxury house at that...
But judging by the hectic arrangents and this banquet location, how could these spirits possibly be fake?
Companions Liu Heng and others reacted even more exaggeratedly than Qian Zihao, each of their eyes filled with shock.
They subconsciously looked at Qian Zihao...
Weren’t you just swearing that this floor could never be rented out?
Then, how do you explain this scene before us?
A deeply flushed Qian Zihao, for a mont, didn’t know what to say; he even suspected he’d been deceived by that "Qichacha" app...
How could this possibly be an "outside small company" with only a million in registered capital pulling off such a spectacle?
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