Rebirth of the tea art man

Chapter 207
"You spent ten years of my salary in one afternoon!"

Wen Qian was carrying big bags and small bags in both hands, and they were full on the carpet in the living room.

Ten Patek Philippe, worth nearly 400 million!

She thought it was the end, but it turned out to be just the beginning!
Coming out of that store, Lin Cheng turned around and went to the Rolex opposite, and bought another Black Water Ghost, a diving watch that no one would wear for diving.

When he was done, he went to the Mengkou counter again and bought two down jackets with fur collars, but more than 3 yuan was gone.

Coupled with a few pieces of pure cashmere thermal underwear, everything adds up to an astonishing consumption of more than 400 million in one afternoon.

"Just put it here!"

Lin Cheng pointed to the ground, and asked the receptionist of the hotel to put a bunch of shopping bags on the ground.

The young front desk lady was so tired that her forehead was sweating, but she was smiling all over her face, with a vague sense of honor.

I don't know if he can serve Lin Cheng, or if he can mention Patek Philippe, which costs hundreds of thousands.

"Thank you!"

Before leaving, Lin Cheng took out two one-hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, which he considered as tips.

There is no habit of tipping in China, and the front desk lady refused two or three times before accepting a tip of [-] with joy at the last insincere "no".

"I said I was investing in the future, would you believe me?"

Lin Cheng opened one of the watch boxes, and put on a brand-new 5712 with a tear-off film, a steel Nautilus with complex functions, and a public price of 38.

However, the steel belt in winter is too cold.

Soon he changed to the belt model 5726, also 38.

"You call this investing in the future?"

"Don't you still want to say that the price of these things will double in a few years?"

Wen Xi snorted.

It is obvious that he was young and frivolous and spent money recklessly, and he also found an excuse for "investment" instead of "consumption".

"That's the difference between us!"

"I'm 18 years old this year. Forbes magazine estimated my worth at 5 million, and you this year..."

"28 years old, whether you have 500 million or not is a question!"

Wen Qian rolled her eyes and resigned to her fate feebly.

She thinks she looks good, her height and body are considered outstanding, she debuted earlier, and acted earlier, from drama to singer to TV series, across the three realms.

As a result, now that I am almost in my third year, I feel a sense of frustration that I have achieved nothing.

Compared with the young man in front of him, his 28-year life was simply a complete failure!

"Hey, can you write a song for me too, to make me popular?"

Wen Qian, who was half lying on the sofa, suddenly had an idea, and leaned over with an expectant expression on her face.

"I only write songs for the artists of Xingcheng Media!" Lin Cheng refused.

Wen Qian, who has not yet become popular, still has a chance to get it in her pocket.

However, if she waits for her popularity to skyrocket, then it will be difficult.

"Liar!"

"Didn't you write two songs for both Wen Hua and Yao Qin? It's also the opening and ending songs of TV dramas, and they are not contracted artists of your company."

Anyway, she is also an actor working in the crew, of course Wen Qian knows the two songs written by Lin Cheng for "The Era of Red Marriage".

Which actor does not dream of being a singer?
Just as which singer has no dream of being an actor?
Every time the production crew finished work, the male and female protagonists Wen Hua and Yao Qin rushed to the recording studio to practice singing.

Being able to sing the opening and ending songs of the TV series starring him is undoubtedly fresh and exciting for actors like them who are about to come to an end in TV series, and it is a bright future.

What's more, these two songs were written by Lin Cheng, a popular music talent. With the upsurge of TV dramas broadcasting in the future, they might be able to win a newcomer award at some music festival.

Properly gold-plated!

"Does Huang Xiyao know?"

Lin Cheng spoke suddenly.

"It's that Prince Yao from Linzhou, right? Didn't he die in a plane crash on National Day?"

Wen Xi felt puzzled for a while, why did she mention that boss?

"During the summer vacation, probably in July, Huang Xiyao came to me and asked me to help him write a few songs for his TV series, that is, the "Red Marriage Era" you are filming, and then there is the current title song and ending song."

"I promised Huang Xiyao to write these two songs before, and I also wrote them to Wen Hua and Yao Qin from the beginning."

"Although he is dead, a gentleman promises a thousand dollars, and I can't break the promise!"

Lin Cheng had a solemn and serious expression. When it came to the emotional part, his eyes were moist, and he stared blankly into the distance. He completely forgot that on Huang Xiyao's cremation day, he gave Lu Fang a pack of Ming coins in person.

"So that's the case! Sorry, I shouldn't have asked these questions."

Wen Qian lowered her head with guilt on her face.

Less charcoal in the snow, more icing on the cake!
She didn't expect that after Huang Xiyao's death, Lin Cheng could still remember the promise he had made when everyone was yelling and beating him like a mouse crossing the street, and he really did it.

It seems that this "little brother" is not just young and frivolous!
"It's almost time, I'm going to take a shower!" Lin Cheng looked at his watch, not to check the time, nor to show off that he owns a Patek Philippe, but because he wanted to see off a guest.

Chasing girls is about accumulating strength, accumulating strength, and conquering Ping'an County in one fell swoop!
When the conditions are not yet ripe, exposing the target in advance and making a rash move will only make your subsequent battles more difficult.

"Then go wash it!"

Wen Qian ate the fruit plate sent by the hotel, which was a welcome gift for SPG Platinum members.

In addition to a plate of fruit, a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Paris sparkling water were also given.

"Still hanging on, do you want to stay and rub my back?"

Lin Cheng opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Wen Xi: "..."

She picked up her bag and walked out of the room quickly and wittily.

Bang!
After the door closed behind her, Wen Qian stood in the corridor and muttered in a low voice, "It's not impossible, I won't suffer anyway!"

As soon as the big sister who got in the way left, Lin Cheng picked up the phone that had been vibrating in his trouser pocket.

"Mr. Lin, you, hello, I... I have arrived, at the elevator entrance of the hotel, can you come down and pick me up?"

On the phone, the girl's panicked and nervous voice came.

"Come up by the stairs, the room number is 1208!" Lin Cheng said lightly.

"what?"

"Oh, okay, I'll come up right away!"

While the girl was astonished, she quickly thought of Lin Cheng's identity.

Indeed, a popular star is not suitable to go downstairs to pick him up.If someone sees it, it will be another scandal, which will affect his work.

I have to understand him!

The girl repeatedly emphasized this point in her heart, feeling uneasy, and walked up the stairs cautiously like a thief.At the same time, her heart was filled with excitement, the higher the level, the faster her heart beat.

Wearing red high-heeled shoes, she climbed up to the twelfth floor in one breath. She didn't feel tired, but even more excited.

"1208!"

Ding Dong!

She rang the doorbell of the room.

(End of this chapter)