After Xiaoqi came, Jia Yapeng finally relaxed. All kinds of messy things can be left to Xiaoqi and Baidu Real Estate to handle. Baidu's employees are all students from Tsinghua University. Although they are a little poor, they have absolutely no brains.

He was first-rate, and it was not a problem to deal with various complex difficulties. He quickly handled things in an orderly manner, and then put forward a number of rectification suggestions, and the whole process became much smoother.

After a few months, all the courtyard houses were successfully transferred. This is a story for later and will not be mentioned for now.

However, Jia Yapeng only has one day to relax. Tomorrow is the 25th, which is the day of the Starlight Award Ceremony. This is the serious thing that Jia Yapeng did in the imperial capital. He wanted to attend the Starlight Award Ceremony and represent Dynasty Company.

Receive the prize and then return to Yuzhang.

On this day, Jia Yapeng put on a suit that he rarely wore once. Originally, Jia Yapeng wanted to prepare an evening dress for Zhu Qiu Shui, but instead he saw Zhu Qiu Shui giving him a look like a madman.

"Who would wear an evening dress to a place like that?" Zhu Qiushui was going crazy.

"Isn't it normal to wear a dress after going to a party?" Jia Yapeng didn't know why Zhu Qiushui was so angry.

"Do you want me to be the center of attention?"

"You are so beautiful, of course you are the focus of everyone's attention!" Jia Yapeng thought that his witticism would win Zhu Qiushui's favor, but he did not expect that what he got was an even more broken look.

"I'm not going..." Zhu Qiushui said categorically in the end. Jia Yapeng had no choice but to set off alone in a suit. When Jia Yapeng arrived at the venue, a hotel conference room, Jia Yapeng suddenly understood why.

Zhu Qiushui would collapse like this.

After Jia Yapeng arrived at the venue, he did not see tables with exquisite food, nor did he see various buffet foods and meals for Western-style dinners. What he saw was only rows of neat chairs, made of wood.

It's an old-fashioned folding chair that's very stiff to sit on.

There is also a red note on the back of each chair with the name of the participant written on it.

There was only a row of tables on the rostrum in the conference room, with a red cloth spread on the table, a name tag on it, and a ceramic tea cup.

If it weren't for the large words "Starlight Award Ceremony" posted on the door of the conference room, Jia Yapeng would have thought that he was in the wrong place. He was not at the award ceremony, but in the conference room of a certain government agency.

Jia Yapeng noticed that among the people who had arrived at the venue, there were very few people wearing suits like him. We were all wearing Chinese tunic suits. Many people showed disgust and dissatisfaction when they saw the suit on Jia Yapeng.

"Damn it, I forgot again, this is 1992!" Jia Yapeng lamented in his heart. Now is not the era of entertainment to death in the future. Whether it is the Starlight Award or the Golden Rooster Award, they all have a strong institutional atmosphere.

The award is a government activity, a very serious and formal matter, and naturally it must be handled in accordance with standard meeting procedures.

So all the award ceremonies in this era are like now, with actors, directors, and related personnel sitting on small benches, and leaders sitting on the podium, giving awards in a serious and serious manner, and at the same time, it represents the country's recognition of you.

of.

If Zhu Qiushui really appeared in this serious occasion wearing an evening dress, then she would really be the focus of everyone's attention, and her whole body might just collapse.

And Jia Yapeng and the dynasty behind him might have become a big joke if he hadn't been.

Jia Yapeng carefully entered the venue and found his seat immediately.

Because Jia Yapeng's position is at the end of the third row from the bottom, and there are 12 rows of seats in the entire venue, and the Chinese are the nation that has studied the philosophy of seating the most.

Since our boss Jia is ranked at the edge of the third row from the bottom, one can easily imagine his status in the eyes of people in these rows.

"Ignorant upstarts? The worms of the people and society, the mountain that is weighing on them?" Jia Yapeng laughed at himself, but this position is not without its benefits. At least it is very convenient to receive awards in this position, and there is no need to stand in front of other people.

Push through.

But looking around, the people sitting in this conference room are all acquaintances. Jia Yapeng knows most of them. After all, Jia Yapeng grew up watching their movies, TV series, and various TV programs. Jia Yapeng is very fond of them.

Familiar.

Of course, none of these people knew Jia Yapeng. After all, Jia Yapeng was really a new face.

At first, Jia Yapeng politely said hello to these literary and artistic workers whom he had grown up with, and introduced himself. However, when they learned that Jia Yapeng was just a wealthy boss, their attitude toward Jia Yapeng changed.

He only had a rather formulaic smile and didn't even bother to say a few words.

This era has not yet reached the age where later generations worship money. In this era, literary youths are still more highly valued, and people's talents and literary temperament are valued. Young women still like literary youths the most.

Of course, when young women enter the age of middle-aged women, they will find that rich old men are cuter.

Anyway, the attitude of literary and artistic workers in this era towards rich people is a bit complicated. They are envious, but deep down they also look down on them. It will not be like in 2020. Most young men want to call Wang Jianlin daddy, and young women want to call Wang Sicong.

husband.

After knowing that Jia Yapeng was rich, not only would they not fawn over him, but on the contrary, they would develop a trace of contempt and then stay away from him.

It has to be said that the literary and artistic workers of this era still have their backbone in their bodies, at least as far as money worship is concerned, their backbone is still there, and their impact on society is much more positive, at least stronger than those of the stars of later generations.

too much.

But this left Jia Yapeng quite speechless and depressed. He couldn't help but regret why he came to this venue. Reading newspapers in the courtyard was better than this!

So Jia Yapeng decided to give up any attempt to get to know anyone else's literary and artistic predecessors, and sat in his seat honestly, praying that the award ceremony would end soon so that he could go home and sleep.

But as soon as Jia Yapeng sat down, a strong Northeastern accent rang out, "Comrade, please give way. The seat next to you is mine!"

"It's okay!" Jia Yapeng stood up and saw this short middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!