"What kind of car is this? How come I have never seen it before, with such a loud sound, is it a modified tractor!"
"I don't know, this car is called Siebel, and the price starts at 50 million yuan, which is rare in China!"
"Is this deliberately to show off their wealth, or to exchange 3 literature?"
"The thing I look down on most is this kind of pedantic person who is blinded by money, of course, if you send me one, when I didn't say it!"
Chen Feng got out of the car amidst the people's discussion.
"Wow, so handsome!"
"Do you mean his person or his car?"
"Looks very young, I probably don't have a girlfriend yet, I have a chance!"
A group of young female college students who came to Furong Mountain for tourism saw Chen Feng, their eyes were fixed on him, as if they were nails, they refused to move half a step.
Chen Feng turned his head, looked at them, and faintly curled his lips.
boom!
A girl was dumbfounded, drooling, not even knowing that the phone she was taking pictures fell on the ground.
The three female college students who came with her clenched their fists in excitement, looked at Chen Feng unblinkingly, and felt the deer bumped into each other.
"The women now are so superficial!"
"If I have some money, I want to kneel and lick it!"
"What else does this kid have besides being rich, such rubbish is also our writers association?"
"There is no culture at first sight, dude!"
Two middle-aged men who came to attend the Writers Association Conference passed by Chen Feng with a cold hum.
Chen Feng glanced at them lightly.
Then, he looked at the three female college students.
"The heart is more than a bit more awkward, and the sickness wins three points!"
"Ah, ah, is this poem talking about me, cough cough, I recently caught a cold, my body is quite weak, cough cough!" The girl who was praised coughed excitedly.
Chen Feng smiled and looked at the girl next to her.
"This woman is not a human..."
Seeing that Chen Feng looked at the girl, she was so angry that she was about to go wild, and Chen Feng actually said that she was not a human!
But when she heard the second half of the sentence, her gloomy face suddenly opened with joy.
"Nine Heavens Fairy Goes Down to Earth!"
"It turns out that he said I am not a human being, but a fairy~" The praised girl almost fainted excitedly.
Chen Feng looked at the girl standing on the far right again.
She painted the simplest makeup, but her delicate facial features made her the most outstanding among the four.
"The eyebrows do not point but they are horizontal, the lips do not point but the pill, the face is like a silver basin, the eyes are like apricots, wonderful!
As soon as the voice fell, the girl covered her mouth and started crying.
Her best friend immediately comforted: "Yanyan, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"
Yanyan cried with rain.
She looked at the back of Chen Feng who had walked into the hotel happily, and said reluctantly: "I seem to have fallen in love with him, but I knew I was not worthy of him, so I couldn't help crying sadly."
Of course, Chen Feng didn't know that this girl had such thoughts in her heart.
He strode into the hotel, and at the elevator entrance, he ran into Fan Yingying in a red dress.
"Sister Yingying."
"Xiao Feng!"
Fan Yingying was full of joy: "As soon as I came here, I heard people talking about you. What wonderful scenes did I miss?"
"Sister Yingying laughed." Chen Feng smiled low-key and walked into the conference hall with Fan Yingying.
Said it was a conference hall, but it was actually a big box reserved by Mr. Fan in the hotel.
A small stage is temporarily set up in the box, with a hundred chairs in the middle, and buffet tables are set on both sides of the box, with everything you need for drinks and pastries.
After Fan Yingying took Chen Feng into the box, she walked away to take care of her own affairs. Chen Feng walked to the buffet table, picked up the plate and filled the snack.
"Oh, who did I think this is? Isn't this the rich second generation who drove Siebel just now?"
"It's really our writers' association, I can't tell!"
Two middle-aged men walked to Chen Feng's side. One of them, Chen Feng, knew Wang Zheng, who he had met in Su Xinyao's class.
Wang Zheng was upset when he saw Chen Feng.
He saw the dinner plate in Chen Feng's hand and deliberately said loudly: "Waiter, I'm hungry, please fill me with some pastries!"
Chen Feng didn't bother to care about him, picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake and threw it into his mouth.
"Waitress, I'm talking to you, are you deaf!" Wang Zheng raised his voice and repeatedly called.
Many people looked over.
Chen Feng picked up a whole plate of glutinous rice cakes and walked to Wang Zheng.
"I won't eat this, I want to eat..."
Before Wang Zheng had finished speaking, Chen Feng suddenly grabbed a handful of glutinous rice cakes from the plate and threw them into his mouth.
The glutinous rice cakes were soft and glutinous, so it was not easy to chew, not to mention that he was stuffed with a lot of glutinous rice cakes in his mouth at the same time.
His cheeks bulged into a ball, and he couldn't even close his mouth, let alone chew and swallow.
"Woohoo!"
Wang Zheng's face was blue, his eyes widened, and only two hands were left in the air.
Chen Feng smiled harmlessly: "Not enough, more?"
"Woohoo!"
When Wang Zheng saw Chen Feng grabbing another handful of glutinous rice cakes, he shook his head in shock.
He half-strangled his neck with his hand, his expression was painful and his face was hideous.
After several unsuccessful swallowing efforts, Wang Zheng resisted the urge to vomit desperately and ran to the bathroom.
Many people laughed out loud after seeing this scene.
Chen Feng looked at another middle-aged man who had just come with Wang Zheng and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry too?"
Lu Hui looked at Chen Feng coldly and asked, "Boy, I see you face to face. Are you a new member of the Writers Association?"
Chen Feng nodded: "You can understand that."
"Since you are a newcomer, you should have the attitude of a newcomer. When you first came, you were disrespectful to your seniors. A person like you is not worthy of staying in our Writers Association!"
Seeing that Chen Feng’s face had no fear at all, Lu Hui coldly snorted, “I also saw you at the entrance of the hotel just now. Your behavior is exaggerated and your words are frivolous. There is no such thing as a literati. You will wait for the meeting , I will ask Fan Lao to expel you from the Writers Association!"
Zhang Ziwen walked over and looked at Chen Feng, "All those who come to the meeting have invitation letters, do you have one?"
Chen Feng admitted truthfully: "I don't have one."
Fan Yingying verbally invited Chen Feng to attend the meeting held by the Writers Association. Fan Yingying also brought him into the box. Chen Feng did not have an invitation letter at all.
Zhang Ziwen sneered: "You don't even have an invitation letter. How did you sneak in? Before I call the security guard, you'd better get out by yourself!"
Chen Feng ate the ice cream leisurely, and smiled: "I was brought in by someone, can't you?"
"Brought in?" Lu Hui was the first to believe, "Apart from Fan Lao, who else has such a big right to bring you in?"
Zhang Ziwen raised his eyebrows: "Isn't there any of your accomplices here? Who is it? Tell me honestly!"
"I brought him in!"
At this moment, a loud voice sounded in the box.