One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone at the scene was dumbfounded. Song Xiang also didn't expect that Rong Boye actually came.
She quickly stepped off the carpet and passed through the crowd to greet him.
The grandeur of the Rong family's travels is as big as the house they live in. They all use black cars, which are low-key and flamboyant.
When Song Xiang arrived, Rong Boye had just gotten out of the car, and Rong Zhe was holding an umbrella behind him.
"Mr. Rong, you... why are you here in person?"
Rong Boye raised his eyes and looked at her, "Isn't my name written on the invitation?"
Song Xiang opened his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned sideways, "Please!"
She quickly thought about it and remembered that there was nothing on the construction site, only temporary mobile houses.
Rong Boye had already picked up his steps and walked in front of her.
She followed behind, quickly thinking of a remedy.
When we arrived at the ceremony, the people around us were so shocked that their jaws dropped when they saw that it was really Rong Boye.
Some people had the courage to come forward, but before they could get close, they were already carried to the side by the bodyguards of the Rong family.
Once there is an example, others only dare to look at it from a distance and dare not make mistakes.
Song Xiang bravely led Rong Boye into the mobile room and chose the one at the end, blushing and saying sorry.
"It's windy and sandy outside, please sit here."
"It doesn't matter."
There was no displeasure on Rong Boye's face, and he sat down on a simple plastic chair.
The surrounding environment was very poor, but when he appeared, Song Xiang felt that the yellow plastic chairs were noble.
She turned on the air conditioner and checked the temperature again and again before she felt relieved.
"Is it time to light incense?" Rong Boye asked.
Song Xiang nodded, "Yes."
As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Zhe, who was standing next to Rong Boye, stepped forward and handed over a red envelope.
"Mr. Song, good luck with the work."
Song Xiang quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, how embarrassing is this."
Rong Boye: "A little gift."
Song Xiang couldn't bear to refuse, so he could only accept it shamelessly and thank him again and again.
Rong Boye saw her discomfort and said proactively: "You can work first."
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, kept being polite, and then quickly left.
After closing the door, Ding Fan ran over and said in a low voice: "There are a lot of media coming outside!"
Song Xiang has a big head, and he knows without thinking that they are all here for Rong Boye.
She lowered her head, looked at the red envelope in her hand, and opened it casually.
It's a check.
"Eighty million?!" Ding Fan exclaimed.
Song Xiang was also stunned.
What a small gift...
It doesn't cost that much to rent this land.
She was at a loss as she took the red envelope. It would be a bad idea to return it. If she didn't return it, it would be a huge debt.
Just as he was hesitating, Suman called.
"What's going on? Come out quickly. My boyfriend is here!"
Song Xiang:???
Yan Han? Isn’t he on a business trip?
It's over, I just promised him not to see Rong Boye again.
She took a deep breath, thinking quickly about how to fool him, and she already took steps forward.
When she walked out of the mobile home, there were so many people outside and the temperature was so high that she quickly broke out in a sweat.
With the Yan family's bodyguards clearing the way, everyone stepped back knowingly.
Song Xiang and Yan Han looked at each other across the red carpet, and immediately saw the "murderous aura" in his eyes.
Fortunately, there were outsiders here, so he still had to pretend to give her some respect.
When they came together, he put one arm around her waist and said in a low voice, "It's a secret, right?"
Song Xiang smiled dignifiedly in front of the camera and outsiders, and took the opportunity to whisper: "I swear, this was an accident."
"If you don't invite him, how can he come uninvited?"
Song Xiang swallowed and did not dare to talk about the eighty million.