Chapter 16: Good Memory

7:30 p.m.

Standing on the shore of Victoria Harbour, the Grand Hyatt Hotel is resplendent and magnificent.

The majestic European-style buildings and the tranquil and charming scenery of Victoria Harbour complement each other, outlining an elegant, rich, gorgeous and yet luxurious environment.

A black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

It is actually not conspicuous among the many luxury workshops.

However, the license plate HK88888 is too conspicuous, like a bolt from the blue, making the surrounding luxury cars worth tens of millions seem less noble.

The hotel manager greeted us personally.

He bent over and opened the back door: "Thank you, Mr.

Xie Jingwei stretched out his long legs and got out of the car.

He was dressed very casually. Although he was wearing a suit and shirt, he didn't wear a tie. His open collar revealed his snow-white skin. With his flying phoenix eyes, a bad and ruffian aura quietly bloomed at the corners of his curved lips.

He raised his eyebrows: "Thank you."

Follow the hotel manager into the lobby.

Wen Ping’s wine tasting will be held in the “Sakura” banquet hall on the second floor.

Facing Victoria Harbour, magnificent.

A total of 40 people were invited to this wine tasting event, representing all walks of life, not just the entertainment industry.

A professional public relations team is responsible for reception at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Guide guests to their seats according to the number on the invitation letter.

When Shen Nanxi arrived, two noble ladies with extraordinary demeanor and gorgeous clothes were being interviewed in front of cameras.

Shen Nanxi took a look and recognized one of the ladies as Mrs. Yao, the vice chairman of the Wenhua Club.

In Hong Kong City, there are four major families: two Wangs, one Yao, and one Xie. Their influence covers almost every corner of Hong Kong City.

From electricity to transportation, from real estate to retail, everyone is working for them.

Thirty years ago, a major explosion occurred in a factory in Tseung Kwan O, killing 20 people and injuring 89.

Four major families are involved behind the explosion.

In order to calm public opinion, the wives of the four major families joined forces to establish the "Wenhua Society" and launched a charity campaign for this tragic accident.

They raised 25 million yuan through auction and donated it to the families of the victims and nearby residents affected by the explosion, successfully making a comeback in public opinion.

Since then, the Mandarin Society has been recognized by the government and officially registered as a charitable organization.

Over the years, the Mandarin Club has gained a great reputation. It is not only a charity organization that helps the weak and the poor, but also a social platform for celebrities and ladies in the upper class because of the four major families behind it.

Joining the club means being recognized by the upper class and is a symbol of status.

Therefore, the requirements for members are extremely high.

They are either rich or noble, have a clean background, and have a certain influence in society.

To date, the number of members has not exceeded thirty.

Since Wen Ping was able to invite the vice chairman to attend, it seems that this wine tasting event will be even more grand than imagined.

"Estelle."

I was thinking deeply.

Someone called her from behind.

She turned around and saw Chen Jiajun walking towards her with brisk steps.

He was thirty-five years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and was polite and courteous.

He walked up to her, smiled warmly and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

Shen Nanxi: "There are too many flashes."

Chen Jiajun glanced in the direction of Mrs. Yao and said, "After the wine tasting, Jessie has arranged a charity auction. All proceeds will be donated to the Wenhua Club. Mrs. Yao, please come and participate."

Chen Jiajun and Wen Ping are good friends. He helped in the wine tasting, so he knows the cause and effect.

Shen Nanxi: "I see."

Mrs. Yao finished the interview and entered the banquet hall.

Shen Nanxi and Chen Jiajun also went in.

Chen Jiajun: "I'll take you to see Jessie."

Shen Nanxi: "Okay."

Chen Jiajun took Shen Nanxi to the main table.

There were eight people sitting at the round table with seats for ten, three of whom Shen Nanxi knew. She glanced at them casually with a calm expression, without any change.

Instead, Ji Yuan raised his hand with a smile: "Estelle!" and greeted Shen Nanxi with excitement in his eyes.

Shen Nanxi then turned her gaze back to him and smiled slightly: "Mr. Ji."

Hearing this name, Ji Yuan's eyebrows twitched. He was pretending not to know him.

He nudged Xie Jingwei with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Xie Jingwei raised his eyelids, looked at Chen Jiajun next to Shen Nanxi, sneered lightly, and said nothing.

Ji Yuan could only do what he wanted and pointed to the empty seat next to him: "Estelle, we just happen to have an extra seat, why don't you sit here?"

Kang Ruimin was unhappy and glared at Ji Yuan: "Kristen will be here later, don't act on your own."

Ji Yuan didn't care: "She said she couldn't come tonight because of something."

Kang Ruimin: "If I say I can come, I can come!"

He was determined not to let Shen Nanxi sit here.

Wen Ping, who was standing by, finished talking to Mrs. Yao. When she heard the noise, she smiled and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Kang Ruimin: "We didn't talk about anything. We just saw a fly and it was a bit annoying. So we chased it away." "Fly?"

Wen Ping was puzzled: "Why are there flies here?"

Kang Ruimin squinted at Shen Nanxi and said, "There are no flies, but some people are more annoying than flies."

Wen Ping was confused and looked to the right following Kang Ruimin's gaze.

Seeing a beautiful and elegant girl standing next to Chen Jiajun, she became curious and asked, "Kar, who is this?"

Chen Jiajun: "Estelle, Shen Nanxi."

Wen Ping knew this name. Ye Ming had told her that he was the boss of Xihe Entertainment.

She is from the mainland and is very beautiful.

When I saw it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation.

Thinking of that Su cuisine, Wen Ping's expression softened, "Miss Shen."

Shen Nanxi: "Just call me Estelle."

Wen Ping: "Did Miss Shen come with Kar?"

Xie Jingwei paused as he turned the metal lighter.

Shen Nanxi: "I came here alone and happened to meet Kar at the door."

Wen Ping said in a gentle voice: "If Miss Shen doesn't mind, you can sit with us."

"Cousin!"

Kang Ruimin's eyebrows were raised and she stamped her feet in anxiety.

Why do everyone want Shen Nanxi to sit at this table?
She felt annoyed just looking at Shen Nanxi. How could they eat at the same table?

Cousin?

A gleam of light flashed in Shen Nanxi's eyes.

She originally just wanted to say hello, show her face and leave, but when she saw that Kang Ruimin was determined to drive her away, she didn't want to leave anymore.

After saying a few polite words, he sat down in the empty seat next to Wen Ping with a smile.

Chen Jiajun also took a seat next to her.

Wen Ping: "Ms. Shen, I was very happy that day. I had a meal of authentic Jiangsu cuisine, which relieved my homesickness for many years. Thank you."

Before Shen Nanxi could speak, Mrs. Yao looked over and asked, "Authentic Suzhou cuisine?"

This reaction made Shen Nanxi realize the significance of Wen Ping keeping her at this table.

He pursed his lips, said nothing, and listened quietly to others.

Wen Ping: "Yes, it's the Su cuisine from Shunde Building, made by Chef Ming himself."

Mrs. Yao's eyes lit up, and she sighed: "There is an old saying in Suzhou, 'You don't know Suzhou cuisine until you try Shundelou'. If you say authentic Suzhou cuisine, I still don't believe it. But if you say Master Ming from Shundelou, then I will believe it."

Wen Ping sighed: "It's a pity that after Master Ming retired, the taste of Shundelou is not as good as before."

Mrs. Yao also lamented: "Indeed, I've been there a few times. It's delicious, but I always feel like something is missing."

Wen Ping echoed the sentiment and then turned to ask Shen Nanxi: "Estelle, how did you invite Master Ming to come to Hong Kong?"

The names have changed.

Mrs. Yao also looked at Shen Nanxi.

Chef Ming has not been in the kitchen since he retired five years ago. Countless dignitaries have come to him and paid a lot of money to ask him to cook, but he just turned his sleeves away and turned those people away.

He is even more arrogant than when he was young.

Even a noble lady like Mrs. Yao had encountered setbacks twice.

She really wanted to know how this girl in her early twenties could move that hard bone.

Shen Nanxi smiled calmly and said, "My mother is from Suzhou City. She is a close friend of Master Ming. He has no children, so he recognized me as his goddaughter."

"He just happened to come to Hong Kong to see me a few days ago."

"I heard from Kar that he was going to hold a welcoming banquet for Miss Wen. Knowing that Miss Wen is from Suzhou, I wanted to offer her a little appreciation."

Wen Ping found the four words "borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha" very useful.

A smile appeared on his face and his eyes were bright.

Ye Ming, who was a little further away, asked, "Ms. Shen, is she a fan of Jessie?"

Shen Nanxi's eyes were filled with admiration: "Yes, I like Miss Wen very much. I have seen every movie Miss Wen has acted in. The female characters she has portrayed have their own charms. They are not just rigid interpretations of roles, but they give the characters real vitality."

After saying this, he praised Wen Ping once again.

Wen Ping's heart was filled with joy, and she looked at Shen Nanxi with shining eyes.

Kang Ruimin rolled her eyes expressionlessly: "Flatterer."

Ji Yuan kicked her under the table to remind her to be more careful.

Whether it is towards his cousin or Shen Nanxi.

She refused to accept and kicked back.

The force was so strong that Ji Yuan grimaced in pain.

Xie Jingwei, who was sitting next to him, did not see their interaction and was completely immersed in Shen Nanxi's words.

He lowered his head and smiled.

Without him.

He had seen this sentence in a movie review.

Shen Nanxi didn't change a single word.

Really, good memory.

(End of this chapter)