Chapter 6 (1/2)

The next afternoon, Feng Ping went to go fulfill her appointment with Yi Eryang. He requested for her help because there was a charity auction happening soon where the proceeds would go towards protecting the environment, so many celebrities and wealthy people were invited. Because Yi Eryang received a great response from his Paris fas.h.i.+on show that also happened to revolve around the theme of being environmentally-friendly, he was the first choice for designer, but since there wasn't enough time, he had no choice but to seek help.

Arriving at the office, she saw the promotional material for this event and flipping it open, the first page was the guest list. Reading down the long list, she hardly knew any of them, although amongst the celebrities she at least knew Xia Yao and three or four of the top singers. In the socialites section she saw Tang Mingxuan and became confused, “I never heard that Tang Zhan had an illegitimate daughter?”

Yi Eryang sn.i.g.g.e.red, “She's Ah'Nan's younger cousin, his gugu‘s daughter.”

“Her surname is also Tang?”

“She follows her mom's surname. Tang da xiaojie's(1) father pa.s.sed away when she was little, and since she was so young, it couldn't be helped that some things were done a little absurdly, *cough*…a couple of years ago she emigrated outside the country and became much more low-profile. The Tang family also doesn't like to mention this matter very much either. However,” Yi Eryang switched to an exaggerated tone, “you actually don't know who Tang Mingxuan is, you're definitely an alien, more specifically, a male alien.”

The last sentence made Feng Ping laugh, “A male alien?”

Yi Eryang helplessly sighed, “Anyone who takes even a glance at the gossip column knows about this, much less women.”

Feng Ping could only remind him, “I'm a foreigner, I haven't been here very long…”

Yi Eryang: “Please, information is pa.s.sed around so quickly these days.”

Feng Ping refuted, “Please! Is it a crime to not look at the gossip column?”

Yi Eryang laughed, “It's not a crime, just weird. I firmly believe that gossiping is a woman's innate ability.”

Feng Ping nodded her head in agreement, “That's true. I used to love gossiping as well, but I switched interests in the recent years.”

“I'm curious as to what you gossiped about in the past?”

“Clothing, food, men, whatever women usually gossip about I would too…”

Speaking quite carefreely, she quickly flipped through the rest of the promotional material and went back again to the first page with the guest list. The first name on the socialites list was Zhou Xinzhu, there was also Wu Nianzhen, Yu Manwen, Fang Junyi, etc. Because of Tang Jianan, she was somewhat knowledgeable about Yu Manwen and Wu Nianzhen. The Yu family was in the entertainment business and the Wu family was in the restaurant business, both were second to none.

“This Zhou Xinzhu…”

Hearing this name Yi Eryang let out a sigh, “She's a really bothersome client. Her evening dress must be creative enough, trendy enough, and original enough. Although she's really generous with her money.” Switching the topic, he smiled, “Can't offend the young miss of a rich family.”

“Oh?”

Yi Eryang raised his thumb, “She's the daughter of the wealthiest person in our city.”

Feng Ping was surprised, “Hm, isn't the richest tang Zhang?”

Yi Eryang laughed, “You still believe in the Forbes ranking? The financial information released to the public isn't reliable. In reality, there are many extremely wealthy people that aren't even on that list; they prefer to stay hide out in the mountains as if there are debt collectors trying to chase them down—” As he spoke, he lightly smacked the booklet in her hand, “charity organizations.”

Feng Ping couldn't stop her lips from raising and nodded, “That makes sense.”

Yi Eryang lamented, “Regardless, it's good as long as they have money, I'll be able to make enough to live off of for several generations…”

Feng Ping laughed, “Are you in need of money?”

Yi Eryang widened his eyes, “Who detests making more money?!”

Feng Ping threw away the booklet and smiled, “Let's not talk about this anymore, get to work.”

Yi Eryang immediately led her to a large room filled with trash. There were empty cans, boxes that used to store drinks, old newspapers, etc. Seeing it, Feng Ping couldn't help by gasp in surprise.

“I was thinking of using recyclable materials to create an evening gown.”

“This is quite creative.”