Chen Qingyun knew how brave his boss was. Although he was surprised by Xiong Baizhou's behavior, he was not surprised, but he was a little nervous.

However, Xiong Baizhou looked at the interior decoration of Hanwang Building with great interest. He admired this interior decoration art style represented by Chinese classical palace buildings. The shape emphasizes symmetry, the colors emphasize contrast, meticulous craftsmanship, and magnificent and ingenious.

"Mr. Xiong, we're meeting again." Suddenly, a voice said hello behind his back.

Xiong Baizhou and Chen Qingyun were both a little surprised. They didn’t know anyone here. They turned around and were one of the three young people just now.

"Such a coincidence." Xiong Baizhou replied with a smile.

"I think you are looking for a seat. Didn't anyone tell you the seat?" the young man asked strangely.

Xiong Baizhou immediately reacted and thought that this service was very thoughtful in 1995. In addition to arranging the seats, the organizer would even inform him in advance. If another "conference instructions" were issued, it would be the reception standard twenty years later.

"I forgot."

Xiong Baizhou replied with a smile, and before the young man in front of him could react, he continued, "Is there a place around you? Mr. Qiu and I hit it off at first sight. I wonder if there is any chance to ask Mr. Qiu Henian about his family management methods."

Xiong Baizhou knew his name through the nameplate on the young man's suit, and guessed that he should be Qiu Henian's junior.

Originally, this young man was just saying hello politely. Xiong Baizhou's confidence and style displayed in just a few words in the Western restaurant were quite impressive. The young man's identity was considered the host of the wedding. In addition, Xiong Baizhou praised Qiu's leader in person, so he really couldn't refuse, so he could only invite him to sit down together.

Fortunately, this is not a formal wedding banquet, and adding a seat doesn’t have much impact.

People like Xiong Baizhou are gentle but extremely thick and black, and the road is far from the past. People like Du Jianan and Wan Xuesong are no worse than the young people in front of you, but they are also defeated by Xiong Baizhou.

Without decades of accumulation and precipitation, it is unlikely to fight Xiong Baizhou.

The two of them sat down and formally communicated their identities, but they were both surprised.

"So Mr. Qiu Kongfeng is your grandfather?" Xiong Baizhou didn't expect that the young man named "Qiu Wenge" in front of him was so prominent. Qiu Kongfeng is Qiu Henian's younger brother and one of the shareholders of Fengyi International.

Then Qiu Wenge is the cousin of the bride Qiu Peizhi.

"Zhoumei Electric Appliances is your industry, right?" Qiu Wenge was even more direct.

Xiong Baizhou was stunned for a moment, and Qiu Wenge explained with a smile: "Three reasons, one is Miss Deng Lijun, the image spokesperson of Zhou Mei Electric Appliances. She has a very famous reputation in Southeast Asia; the other is that you also believe that Miss Deng almost married into our Qiu family."

Xiong Baizhou actually didn't know about the scandals of these celebrities, but he still nodded slowly, indicating that he was listening attentively.

Qiu Wenge continued: "In addition, Lin Dabang is my cousin."

"oh."

Xiong Baizhou understood and thought to himself that his grandmother was, and after a circle, I went around the Southeast Asia family. I had heard that these big families were very common in marriages, but they didn’t know that their relationships were so densely intertwined.

"Why didn't you see Mr. Lin?" Xiong Baizhou asked.

If I could find Lindabon, it would not be a problem to stay in the hotel smoothly.

"His company in Thailand needs to be dealt with personally. He will come back tomorrow when the wedding officially begins." Qiu Wenge replied.

Xiong Baizhou thought about it. Since Lin Dabang could not count on him, Qiu Wenge in front of him was also a good candidate.

"So, if you count it like this, Mr. Qiu and I are not outsiders either."

Qiu Wenge put down the chopsticks in his hand and thought about it seriously: "I'm really an outsider."

"But." Qiu Wenge suddenly said: "Mr. Xiong shouldn't have been invited, right?"

In fact, Xiong Baizhou's influence and identity in eastern and southern Guangdong are enough to be worthy of this invitation, but he has no contact with families in Southeast Asia, so he is directly ignored.

Now that things have come to this point, Xiong Baizhou did not cover up at all, and said nakedly: "I came for Guo Zixian."

I thought Qiu Wenge would be shocked, but he just talked about it: "It's true that this is the purpose."

Xiong Baizhou reacted quickly. He knew the real purpose of Guo Xiaosheng sending Guo Zixian to attend the wedding, and actually meant to "show off" in front of these young heroes from Southeast Asian families.

"So, I'm still a rival in love."

Xiong Baizhou thought lightly, looked at Qiu Wenge, and then turned his head tacitly.

However, Qiu Wenge's face was obviously not as good as Xiong Baizhou. After dinner, Xiong Baizhou asked for the housing qualification of Pan Pacific Hotel.

"The Qiu family wouldn't treat customers from afar so badly, right?"

Qiu Wenge couldn't afford to lose this face, so he quickly arranged for Xiong Baizhou to live in, but Xiong Baizhou was still not satisfied and asked Guo Zixian's room number.

Naturally, Qiu Wenge would not give this, so there was no reason to push the goddess out. She simply refused, and the reason was very legitimate: "It is natural for Mr. Xiong to stay in a hotel. My uncle has always emphasized that although we are Singaporean nationality, our ancestral home is China, so this is the reason why I am willing to help Mr. Xiong, but Ms. Guo's identity is extraordinary, and our hotel also has the obligation to keep the guests confidential."

Xiong Baizhou nodded, expressing his understanding of Qiu Wenge's decision, but before the two parted, he suddenly spoke in a boring manner: "So you and Guo Zixian are not related, so how can you still pursue it?"

Qiu Wenge's face was a little stiff when he heard this. He looked at Xiong Baizhou, who looked honest and honest, and seemed to be honest and incomprehensible. He said, "It's a bit kinship, but in fact it's not related by blood. Why can't we pursue it?"

"I see."

Xiong Baizhou looked "stunning" and returned to the room without talking about how to pay the room fee.

Qiu Wenge is not stingy. Xiong Baizhou has a suite and Chen Qingyun has a single room. He did not deliberately "disgusting" his love rival in a double room.

Since Lindabon's business was well resolved, he came to Singapore in the afternoon. He heard that Xiong Baizhou was also in the hotel and happily called him out to chat. In addition to Qiu Wenge, there were two other acquaintances.

He Xinyu from the He family in Malaysia and Ma Muchao from the Ma family in Indonesia.

As soon as these two people saw Xiong Baizhou and Qiu Wenge, they immediately understood what was going on. However, Lin Dabang also enthusiastically introduced to each other to the four people. Xiong Baizhou had to sigh that the relationship between the Chinese business family in Southeast Asia was really complicated, and Lin Dabang was actually the "elder" of these three people.

Due to the elders' face, the five of them ordered drinks in the restaurant and started chatting casually.

Just as happiness is relatively high, talent and knowledge cannot be stopped. No matter what topic, history, business, society, or even military, Xiong Baizhou always pointed out the problem as soon as he spoke.

Language itself has a certain guiding, opinion-oriented and cultural nature. Before we knew it, everyone else listened to Xiong Baizhou's speech attentively.

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Guo Zixian had a dream during lunch break and actually dreamed that Xiong Baizhou had come to Singapore. This delay made her sleep for two more hours. When she woke up, she was already dinner time. She couldn't help but shake her head, so she could dream of Xiong Baizhou.

After washing up, I went to the cafeteria, and the secretary suddenly stabbed her gently in the back.

"What's wrong?" Guo Zixian was very surprised.

The secretary didn't say anything, and pointed to someone who was talking.

Guo Zixian looked over and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Why, is this afternoon's dream not awake?
Chapter completed!