The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 389 Tolerance

  The young man held the microphone and said without rush, “At the final stage, I won’t let everyone wait too long. Here, I want to apologize to the fans who have always supported me.”

   "I'm not sorry at all, brother, as long as you are happy, we are happy."

   "He actually apologized to us, he is obviously such a proud man."

   "The light in his eyes is gone, what did the brother go through?"

  The once vigorous, proud and noble boy, his eyes became deep and calm, and no trace of vitality was visible anymore. It became more unpredictable and more frightening.

  Has he grown up, become calm and introverted, or has he encountered some blow?

  No one knows.

  It's just this moment, and my heart feels heavy and uncomfortable.

  They love the talent of the teenager, the free and easy way of loving him, and the pride of loving him without taboos, and these have become yesterday.

  There seems to be something, leaving them forever.

  Qu Feitai turned around with the signature pen, and saw a smart and free signature at a glance. The simple two characters, like a spell, instantly made him stunned.

  Qu Feitai quickly narrowed his eyes and signed his name next to the name.

  Dragon and phoenix dance, the same free and easy handwriting, but I don’t know it is from the same person.

  The venue that can accommodate a thousand people is already full of guests in the front row, which can be described as shining stars and extremely dazzling.

  The first row is occupied by the leaders of the organizer, the senior executives of Wind Chime magazine and the media representatives, and the remaining few vacancies in the middle are the seats of the top coffees.

  There is a name posted on the back of each seat, and then the star will find his seat based on the name.

  It takes a lot of effort for the organizers to arrange the seats of these top-tier coffees.

  Finally selected several people, namely Zou Jingyu, Yu Dawei, Zhou Zhengru, Qu Feitai, and Mingjing.

The organizer hesitated for a long time between Ming Spiegel and Luo Ziyin. Luo Ziyin has also been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years. The representative of the beauty of the era, there are few works but not a low celebrity, and can be equal to Zhao Ninghan, the head of Huadan, and even seniority. Zhao Ninghan could still be suppressed on the upper hand, and the two persons in charge had a big quarrel because of this.

   "Then Ming Jing is not a star at all, so why sit with these big coffees? It's ridiculous to compare with Luo Ziyin."

"Tonight is a fashion festival for the whole society. If you only focus on celebrities, your vision will be too narrow. Although Ming Spiegel is not a celebrity, her popularity and influence are not worse than Luo Ziyin's, and can even be said to be stronger than her. , Ask Luo Ziyin what contribution she has made to society in terms of charity? I have to say that she is not qualified to compare with Der Spiegel."

   "You...you are simply unreasonable."

  "Don’t forget, this is in Jiangzhou. You asked Miss Ran's family to sit with a group of little stars, whose face did you slap?"

   One sentence completely made the other party dumb.

   Stepping on the land of Jiangzhou, let Miss Ran's sit on a cold bench, absolutely dead.

  So Der Spiegel was placed in the first row, and Luo Ziyin was placed in the C position in the second row.

  However, the venue was not peaceful at the moment.

  The staff walked to the first row, bent over and respectfully said: "Miss Zhao, you are sitting in the wrong position, your position is behind..."

  Yes, Zhao Ninghan was in the wrong position and sat in the seat of Mingjing.

  The staff dare not say whether she did it on purpose, after all, this is not the first time a seat dispute in the entertainment industry.

  It's just that Der Spiegel is about to enter the venue, and it will be more and more out of control by then.

  Zhao Ninghan, the old god, was sitting there without moving, and smiled when he heard the words, "I didn't sit in the wrong position, this is my seat."

  This tone is deliberate.

  The staff stomped anxiously, and asked the person in charge urgently what to do. This is not something her small staff can handle.

  No matter how slow, everyone found something wrong.

  Zhao Ninghan, this is a tough one to occupy a seat. If you don’t give the organizer a face, will you stop yourself?

  But I understand after a little thought.

  The competition for the position of the entertainment circle is common, especially two people of similar status, must have a strong attitude in order to take the lead, otherwise the other party's draft will be sent out, and it will be too late to restore it.

  Zhao Ninghan should occupies the position of Luo Ziyin. One of the most popular works, the other is based on seniority. It is understandable that Zhao Ninghan is not convinced.

  The organizers are too inept to do things. The most annoying thing in the entertainment industry is the ranking of seniority.

  One seat away is Zhou Zhengru. He glanced at Zhao Ninghan. Everyone didn't know, but he saw it.

  That's not Luo Ziyin's seat, it's a mirrored one.

  "Miss Zhao, take a step back, the trouble is too ugly, it won’t end, and you won’t be able to keep your face." Zhou Zhengru said softly.

  Ming Jing is Mingxin’s younger sister. On the one hand, he has selfishness and wants to maintain Ming Jing, but on the other hand, he does not want to make the scene too ugly.

  Zhao Ninghan hooked her lips: "Emperor Zhou, you have always been nostalgic, but finally you can't help it? It seems that this Miss Mingjing is unusual for you."

  Zhou Zhengru frowned, his tone was no longer gentle, and he said solemnly: "Miss Zhao, I am doing it for your own good."

   "Then I would like to thank Zhou Yingdi." Zhao Ninghan sat motionless.

  Luo Ziyin is nothing, even an amateur can crush her, Zhao Ninghan can't swallow this breath.

  She worked desperately in filming, and finally got her current status. If it was spread out and was crushed by an amateur, where would she lose face.

  Zhao Ninghan was recently embarrassed by the scandal. She didn’t understand the identity of Ming Jing. He remembered that he participated in a variety show a few months ago, and was later picked out as the daughter of ordinary giants in Jiangzhou.

  No more than ordinary giants, it's another three-acre land in Jiangzhou, Zhao Ninghan didn't care about it at all.

  Only when the organizer can't do anything, you must remind them.

  Zhou Zhengru saw that she didn’t get in, so he didn’t bother to remind her. Some people had to die and couldn’t stop her.

  Editor-in-chief Wen Na is the initiator and chief of the event tonight. When she heard the report from the staff, Zhao Ninghan took the position in the mirror, cursed an swear word, and walked out with a smile on her face.

"Ninghan, my sister will pay you no. The person who arranged the seat didn't wink, and actually queued you back. My sister has already said about them, but the seat is fixed, and you can’t change it. Then the online meeting will be held. If someone finds out that you have robbed someone else’s seat, I’m afraid it’s bad for your reputation? Nowadays, netizens listen to the wind and rain, and won’t listen to your explanation at all. My sister is also thinking about you..."

  Wenna wanders among the stars all the year round, exquisitely long-sleeved dance, Zhao Ninghan shakes in a few words.

Zhao Ninghan is not a fool either. He quickly figured it out, and sat without moving: "Sister Wen Na, I have also experienced the big black. A few words from netizens will not lose a piece of meat, but if I let it today, I will Face, I can’t see people at all, Sister Wen Na, I came here because of your face. After all, you took care of me before, but I didn’t expect that you would give me such an oolong, I Zhao Ninghan is no better than an amateur? Whose face are you hitting?"

  This is a matter of dignity, and we must not give in.

   Wenna squinted his eyes, and his tone hardened: "Ninghan, this Miss Der Spiegel is not something we can afford. Don't blame my sister for not persuading you."

  Zhao Ninghan snorted disdainfully: "Why, she is still a gangster? No matter who she is, she has to behave. An amateur wants to overwhelm me, and she thinks too beautifully."

  Wen raised his eyebrows and saw the Mingjing who walked in, and immediately threw down Zhao Ninghan and greeted him in person.

  Zhao Ninghan saw Wen Na leave her and ran away, turned his head to look, and instantly rolled his eyes angrily.

  The editor-in-chief of a first-line magazine, so flatteringly to indulge in an amateur, he laughed out of his teeth.

  Looking at the amateur again, Zhao Ninghan suddenly suffered a heart attack, frowned deeply, and his face looked disheveled.

No one noticed that Pan Jingjing in the corner was broadcasting live with her mobile phone. At first, the camera was aimed at Zhao Ninghan. There were a lot of curious followers in her live broadcast room. They saw Zhao Ninghan and Wen Na, although they were a little far away, they couldn’t hear clearly. What to say, but you can roughly tell that the two seem to be arguing.

  Pan Jingjing explained in a low voice: “Zhao Ninghan has taken someone else’s seat, and Wen Na is driving her away. Unfortunately, Zhao Ninghan doesn’t understand haha...”

  Because the party has not officially started, the official live broadcast camera has not been turned on, so everyone who wants to know the situation in the field can only pass through Pan Jingjing's live broadcast room.

The live broadcast is a bit LOW, celebrities are reluctant to do it, and they will call infamy. Pan Jingjing, an internet celebrity who is unscrupulous in order to win the position, will not scruples so much. In order to attract traffic, the live broadcast was opened, and the fans who heard the news soon became confused. Of people flooded into her live broadcast room.

  Listening to Pan Jingjing’s explanation, everyone frantically scrolled through the barrage——

  "Whose seat does Zhao Ninghan occupy? Is Luo Ziyin's? The two are half a cat. The organizer can't arrange the two together? Too good at doing business?"

   "Zhao Ninghan is not very authentic in doing this. He occupied a seat in front of so many people, where would people sit? Just tore his face straight away?"

   "Hahaha I don't give any face, I love it."

   "Zhao Ninghan is too rigid, aren't you afraid to offend the organizer?"

   "I only think that she is a little bit brainless? It is clear that she has offended people. She has nothing to fight with Luo Ziyin. The organizer does not have to offend her for Luo Ziyin. I think she occupies the mirror position."

The word    awakened the dreamer.

   "Sister, please be more sober, you are the seat of Mingjing, do you want to step out of Jiangzhou alive?"

   "Hahaha I thought it was boring at first, but now I have a good show."

  "The front row sells melon seeds and beer..."

Most people ridicule, after all, no matter how powerful Ran’s family is, it’s impossible to kill and set fire directly. And looking at popular science, they are now transformed. They are no longer the gangsters they used to be. They are now an industrial family group, but this family adopts Its management method is different from that of a general group. What it does is still abiding by laws and regulations. It is still a big taxpayer in Jiangzhou. Modern people's fear of it is too demonized.

  Pan Jingjing is not too big to join in the fun, and the camera turns, "Ding Spiegel is here, look at our editor-in-chief, Winner, and greet you by a trot. Missy is too generous."

  The eyes of the scene all fell on Mingjing in an instant.

   "Miss Ming Jing, you are finally here."

Wen Na’s eyes flickered, and he sighed: “I originally arranged you to be in the first row, but Ninghan misunderstood her...Ms. Ming Jing, this is a mistake in our work that has caused you trouble. I am very sorry."

   Isn’t this just Chi Guoguo’s seat grab?

   Change to a violent person and it will tear people up. After all, people are powerful and unscrupulous.

  But the girl in front of her was unexpected, not impatient or impatient, she smiled lightly.

   "Editor Wen, you are serious. I am here tonight for charity. It doesn't matter where I sit."

  She looked around, walked to the second row, and sat down in Zhao Ninghan's position.

  Ding Jing's hand stunned Wen Na.

  This is too easy to talk, right? The emergency plan that she thought of in her mind didn't have time to use.

  Can't get up and down in one breath, suffocating her to death.

  Others did not expect that she would just expose it so gently, neither troubled Zhao Ninghan nor embarrassed the organizer...

   Naturally sat down in Zhao Ninghan’s position, as if this was an ordinary seat, without any meaning such as coffee position.

  Her calm and breezy appearance opened everyone's eyes, and everyone could see that she was not afraid of trouble and didn't bother Zhao Ninghan, but people didn't put a small seat in their eyes at all.

  If only one seat represents an identity, then this identity is too cheap.

  There is such a calm confidence in her, where she sits, where is the focus of attention.

  The moon hangs in the sky, and it won’t be dimmed by its location. Instead, people on the ground follow the moon’s footsteps and look up religiously.

  Zhao Ninghan's face turned pale, she would rather Ming Jing rush up to reason with her, and to force her, now the attention has been gained.

  As a result, the other party didn't even look at her, as if she was the wild flowers and weeds on the roadside, it was not worth her effort.

  She tried her best to grab the seat, and the other party didn't care at all.

  Such disregard seemed to slap the face, Zhao Ninghan's cheeks were hot.

  Zhou Zhengru hooked her lips. This girl is really broad-minded, and she is the magic weapon to win with constant changes.

  Looking at Zhao Ninghan's anger that he was about to jump his feet, he knew the magic of this method.

  People with real status will not care about a seat in a small area, and only those who lack it will hold it as a life-saving straw.

   Mingxin excitedly held Ming Jing’s arm: "Junior sister, great, we can sit together."

  Mingxin, a newcomer, can be arranged next to Zhao Ninghan. This is for the organizers to give Mingjing and Yu Dawei a double face.

  Mingjing smiled slightly: "Sister."

  The scene where the two sisters fell in love with each other was recorded by the camera.

  And in Pan Jingjing’s live broadcast room, she has already been scolded.

  How generous is the mirror, and how harsh and narrow Zhao Ninghan is, her previous filters are shattered, and the filthy language is overwhelming.

  Even her fans can't boast without conscience.

  It was a bit too much this time.

  She robbed Luo Ziyin's seat, everyone can still understand a little bit. Everyone can understand who robbed Mingjing, but now that Mingjing has let her go, the public can't let her go.

  Ming Jing’s tolerance, like a sharp sword, penetrated her heart.

  All the ugly and dirty, in front of the immaculate Fanghua, there is nowhere to hide.

  (End of this chapter)