Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 256: Presenting flowers

New Year's Day fell on a Friday, and the school held its New Year's Eve party in the auditorium. Some leaders from the city government and the education bureau were also invited. This was one of the foundations of a prestigious school, after all.

As soon as the two hosts announced the start of the show, and the opening line was 'the pace of time...', Feng Yiping couldn't help but smile. He guessed that the opening would be similar in many places that night.

There was nothing he could do about it. It was like having a template for official documents. For the opening speeches at evening parties, whether it was a small school in a mountain valley or a state-owned enterprise with tens of thousands of employees, everyone used CCTV as a template.

The high school party is actually similar to the junior high school one. The forms of expression that can be chosen are really limited, and they are mainly singing and dancing. Moreover, it is a formal occasion with leaders present to observe, so it is not as interesting and free as Feng Yiping's class reunion in junior high school.

The overall effect can only be described as mediocre. If you change the banner on the stage, you could say that it is the New Year's Day party of another unit.

However, the students performed very hard, and the makeup they wore was very innocent, which really made Feng Yiping feel happy.

But after seeing only the third performance, he quietly slipped out along the wall, as the party at the School of Finance was also being held tonight.

Luck was on his side today. He didn't encounter any teachers from the Politics and Education Department on his way, saving him from having to prepare a speech. He took the car and headed home first. After all, it would be bad to go to support Huang Jingping in his school uniform.

For the first time, he got all dressed up, from the inside out. He put on a suit that he had custom-made in Hong Kong, and for the first time since his rebirth, he wore a tie. For the overall effect, he even left his sweater at home, and for once, put some mousse in his hair and did his hair and then put on a black Armani trench coat. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while, and surprisingly, he looked quite handsome, very elite, and very mature. People who didn't know him would never guess that he was a young man under the age of twenty.

As a college, the Finance and Economics College was not as strict as a high school, so he estimated that many people would drive here tonight. He honked the horn, and the guard let Feng Yiping drive right in.

This was also the first time Feng Yiping had been to the Finance College. After leaving the car park, he was a little unsure of which way to go, but at this time, there were still groups of people walking in one direction on the road, definitely going to the party venue, so he was sure he was going the right way by following them.

Sure enough, the final destination of the crowd was the auditorium. When he arrived at the door, Feng Yiping realized why Huang Jingping had told him to hold onto the ticket, because they had actually bought tickets, and they cost ten yuan each.

As soon as they entered the door, they heard very familiar singing. The auditorium was very large, about 1,000 square metres, with a stepped layout. The overall sound effect was average. Feng Yiping stood in the highest row and saw three rock-dressed buddies on the stage below, playing the guitar and performing this representative work of Beyond. Their Cantonese was not very good, but they sang OK. Feng Yiping and the people around him felt it very much and were humming along.

Halfway through the performance, amid everyone's laughter, a few girls came on stage and presented flowers to the guys they liked, leaning against them and facing the audience, putting up their cutie signs and feeling very self-satisfied.

Afterwards, there was a lot of applause and cheering, and it was clear that a lot of it was coming from shrill female voices. It seems that whether at home or abroad, playing music is always a shortcut to finding a girlfriend.

The next programme was quite exciting, a catwalk show. I don't know from which year it started, but the catwalk show has also become a programme and quickly made its way onto various stages.

As the first girl walked gracefully onto the stage, many of Feng Yiping's friends around him began to breathe heavily. The first girl was wearing a blue, waist-cinching, short skirt that hugged her hips, and a deep V-neckline that showed off her cleavage.

Then eleven more followed, all wearing very fashionable clothes (which showed a lot), walking the catwalk to the rhythm of the music. Feng Yiping noticed that many of the people standing behind and beside them had actually taken out binoculars. Wow, what thoughtful and professional thinking! However, Feng Yiping also really wanted such equipment right now.

The twelve girls changed clothes four times in total, and on the last occasion, they all appeared in bikinis. Although they were relatively conservative models, they were still bikinis. Feng Yiping felt that as soon as they appeared in one piece, the temperature in the auditorium seemed to rise several degrees. It was really worth the reform and opening up!

He summed up his experience and decided that next time he went to a party, he would definitely remember to bring a pair of binoculars, the more professional the better. Then, he moved along one side and slowly pushed his way forward. After a few more performances, it was Huang Jingping's turn to go on stage.

As for the seat on the ticket, he better not even think about it. It had been so long since the show started that someone must have already taken it.

As he pushed his way forward, he watched three performances, a cross talk, which was of course not original, a very old one, with the five facial features competing for credit, such an educational cross talk was more in line with the current occasion.

The next three and a half sentences were original, Feng Yiping just hated not being able to cover his ears. Among the several types of performances he could not stand at a party, there was the three and a half sentences, and there was also Zhang Di-style combining on-site lyrics changes.

Although his journey had been hard, it had been relatively smooth. The people standing in the aisle to his left, having seen Feng Yiping's attire and the bag he was carrying, understood what he was up to and so cooperated by moving aside. When he had finally moved to the front of the left side, after watching a group dance that he didn't quite understand, the male host in a white suit and red tie announced, 'Next up, female solo "Double Fly", performed by Huang Jingping.'

Feng Yiping kept an eye on the exit of the performers while idly thinking, 'Luckily, the term "double flying" hasn't been played out yet at this time, otherwise, heh heh.'

Following the host's gestures, Feng Yiping saw Huang Jingping, who made him feel excited, walk out.

She was wearing a petticoat underneath, a sleeveless white chiffon long dress on top, with some lace on the upper body, paired with a sapphire pendant that Feng Yiping had brought her from Hong Kong. She looked very fresh and ladylike, her hair done up but still in a shawl-like style, with two white flowers inserted into her left ear in a way that echoed the red flower worn by Che Er, and naturally, it looked much better.

She wore a pair of white mid-heel pumps, a hint of shyness on her face, and slowly walked into the centre of the venue. In an instant, she captivated the entire audience.

A girl with a good appearance is already favoured by nature. To have a good appearance and also have temperament is truly a blessing from the heavens. A good appearance and temperament, coupled with an appropriate and outstanding dress sense, will result in an instant silence from the entire audience.

Let's put it this way: if a loser walks down the street with a girl like this 20 years from now, people will definitely think you're a genuine rich and handsome guy, and one of the 'Four Young Masters of Beijing'.

As the prelude began, Huang Jingping lifted her head and looked around the audience with confidence. In the middle of the audience, there was not Feng Yiping sitting there, but it seemed as if they were connected by some mysterious force, because she immediately turned to her left and sure enough, she saw the handsome Feng standing in front of her. Seeing his dignified attire, Huang Jingping was stunned, and then a sincere joy appeared on her face, and her eyes became more lively.

So, in the next song, she didn't actually sing very well, because the original singer was very deep and emotional, and her singing, no matter how you listen, was full of joy.

Her song was also very lively. Before the prelude ended, a pig-headed man wearing a large plaid casual suit went up to offer flowers. When she got to the fourth line, another pig-headed man went up to offer flowers. Feng Yiping was not as impatient as they were. He waited until the interlude, removed the bag outside, revealing the fiery red roses inside, and then walked quickly towards the stage.

Who knew that he was beaten to the punch by another person. That person was clearly not a student, and as soon as he saw the flowers, he reached out with one hand to shake Huang Jingping's hand while holding the flowers in the other. Huang Jingping took the flowers with both hands, thanked him, and then turned to this side. The guy saw this scene and felt a little embarrassed, but he still maintained his composure and smiled as he walked off the stage from the other side.

Huang Jingping looked at Feng Yiping, who had arrived in full dress, and smiled sweetly. She placed the bouquet in her hands on the ground, took over Feng Yiping's flowers, held them up and sniffed them. Then, she made a bold move, in front of so many people, in full view of everyone, on the stage, she hugged Feng Yiping.

The audience burst into a loud noise that drowned out the music playing. Of course, no one booed, and the two of them looked absolutely perfect together on stage (if you say you're a wolf, I promise I won't hit you).

Feng Yiping also didn't expect her to be so bold. He patted her on the back, and the interlude was over. Huang Jingping let go of him, embraced the flowers, and sang along to the music, 'I am Ping, you are water,' watching Feng Yiping go off stage, unable to hide the affection in her eyes.

Fang Yingzhi, who had already changed clothes and squeezed into the front row to watch the performance, sighed with some toothache when she saw this scene.

Perhaps it was the impact of this hug, or perhaps it was because after that Huang Jingping often sang facing Feng Yiping's side, during the second half of the performance, no one went up to offer flowers. Well, why ask for trouble, especially in front of so many people.

It should be said that Huang Jingping sang quite well, but after the end, the applause was not very enthusiastic. Some of the boys may have been discouraged, so they were not enthusiastic, and many of the girls, like Fang Yingzhi, were probably stimulated, so they were not enthusiastic either. Of course, Huang Jingping certainly doesn't care about these things now.

The next programme was a sketch. When it was over, the lights on the stage dimmed, allowing the staff to remove the props. Huang Jingping slipped over to Feng Yiping, carrying a bag and holding the bouquet of flowers, still wearing the same outfit.

'Why didn't you change your clothes?' Feng Yiping asked, taking off his trench coat and putting it around her shoulders.

'I bought this outfit, so I don't need to change. What do you think? Isn't it pretty?'

'The outfit is pretty, but you're even prettier!' Feng Yiping said sincerely.

'Hee hee,' Huang Jingping said, standing on tiptoe and leaning into his ear, "you're very handsome today too!'

Looking at her eyes sparkling and her face aglow, Feng Yiping could almost hear, among the people sitting and standing around them, the faint sound of something breaking.

He reached out and took Huang Jingping by the arm. "Let's go back!'

'No, I don't want to, I want to look some more!' Huang Jingping cooed, wrapping her arm around his.

'Crack,' this time Feng Yiping really heard it clearly, something must have broken around them, and it seemed to be accompanied by a faint sigh. Alas, poor fragile glass hearts!

They looked at each other until the party ended. Huang Jingping, dressed as she was, really couldn't find a way through the crowd.

Feng Yiping, dressed thinly and with style but no warmth, didn't feel cold afterwards, but rather hot. There were too many people looking into this corner, inquisitive, envious, disappointed... and so on and so forth, making his back feel faintly sweaty.

Huang Jingping also noticed this, and for the rest of the time, she kept snuggling quietly against him. Perhaps because she wasn't used to wearing shoes with six to seven centimetre heels, she leaned most of her body against Feng Yiping.

In the end, everyone slowly exited the hall to the music of 'Unforgettable Tonight'. Huang Jingping found a nearby seat, rubbed her feet, and said somewhat coquettishly, 'That hurts!'

Feng Yiping was really afraid that she would ask him to carry her out next, but fortunately, she didn't. After a short rest, she held the hem of her trench coat and said, 'Let's go home.'

At the entrance to the auditorium, they ran into Xiao Su, Xiao Qing and Fang Yingzhi, who were waiting there. "Jingping, you're really pretty today, and you sang really well!" This was Xiao Su, and Feng Yiping believed that she meant it.

Xiaoqing looked at the two of them with some envy, 'Jingping, you're really bold.'

Fang Yingzhi smiled, "You two really match!'

Hearing her words, Huang Jingping, who had been on high alert against her, immediately softened, "Really?' As if she had completely forgotten what she had said before, that she must stay away from Fang Yingzhi.