The Richest Man Yang Fei

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At 11:30 noon, Yang Fei received a call from Xiaolan.

"Mr. Yang, I'm a bit busy now. It may not be the time at noon today. How about we meet at a different time?"

"It's okay, I'll wait for you. Are you in the company?"

"Ah no, my boss and I are outside."

"where?"

"I'm negotiating with a few investors! Let the boss come out first. Goodbye."

Xiao Lan quickly hung up the phone and went forward: "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Wendi's face was energetic: "Hahaha! Yang Fei looks good now!"

Xiao Lan said, "Is there any happy event for Mr. Zhang to be so happy?"

Wendi Zhang touched his forehead and sneered: "The drink tray is too small, I want to play the next big one!"

His words stopped abruptly and did not continue.

Xiaolan also changed the topic very wisely and asked: "Ms. Zhang will be off work soon, do you think?"

Zhang Wendi asked: "What? Are you in a hurry? Have a date?"

Xiaolan blushed: "No, no."

Wendi Zhang waved his hand: "When you have a date, go there. I don't need you to follow."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" Xiaolan bent over.

Zhang Wendi and several investors talked and laughed and went away.

Xiaolan went out of the building and called Yang Fei again, saying that he was off work, where would he meet?

Yang Fei asked Ming her address and asked her to wait a few minutes.

Xiaolan thought that Yang Fei was going to send someone to pick him up. Yang Fei just wanted to say that it was unnecessary. Yang Fei had hung up the phone.

It didn't take long for Xiaolan to see a domineering Rolls-Royce parked by her side and opened the door of the handsome Yang Fei slowly getting out of the car and smiling at her.

Two black Mercedes-Benz cars followed and seven bodyguards followed Yang Fei.

"Ah Mr. Yang!" Xiaolan didn't expect that Yang Fei would come to pick herself up in person, a little flattered.

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Get in the car first."

He said that he personally protected her and got into the car, then gracefully turned to the other side of the car door and sat beside her.

There is no need to tell the driver to start the car and quickly merge into the flow of traffic.

"Miss Xiaolan, thank you for agreeing to my request in your busy schedule to come out and have dinner with me. I am honored."

"It's not that I am honored."

"Miss Xiaolan, your last name?"

"My surname is Song Song Xiaolan."

"Then I should call you Miss Song. It would seem too disrespectful for you to call you Xiaolan. Or should I call you Ms. Song respectfully?"

"I'm not married yet! In fact, just call me Xiaolan."

"Miss Song, you have been working in the Zhang Group for a long time, right?"

"It didn't take long until I graduated and started working for more than two years."

"Which school did Miss Song graduated from?"

"My Master of Economics and Finance in Frankfurt."

"Gao Caisheng! It's amazing!"

"Where is my resume compared to Mr. Yang?"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "Miss Song also pays attention to me?"

"You are so famous. Few people who run a business don't know you, right?"

"You exalt me ​​too much and I will be airy. I enjoy being praised by such an intellectual and beautiful woman like you."

Song Xiaolan smiled happily.

The car stopped.

After getting off the bus, Song Xiaolan glanced at the sign and knew that this was the most upscale western restaurant in the city.

She had come with Zhang Wendi once before. That time, she invited customers to have a meal and opened a red wine in 1982. Five people ate and drank more than two million.

Song Xiaolan wanted to say no and just have a meal? There is no need to come to such a high-end western restaurant, but when the person who wants to treat is the richest man, she shuts up sensibly.

Waiters standing in two rows at the door neatly bent over and stretched out their hands to welcome you.

A tall woman with the appearance of a foreman wore a small lady's suit and was able to lead Yang Fei and his party into the restaurant.

The restaurant was very quiet except for them and the restaurant staff and never saw a customer.

"Hey, isn't it a meal now? Why are you not taking guests? The last time I came, I had to line up!" Song Xiaolan asked in surprise.

The foreman smiled lightly and said: "Hello, Mr. Yang has taken our place. You and Mr. Yang are our only two guests at noon today."

Song Xiaolan couldn't help but stunned and stopped.

Pack a place!

Oh my!

How much does it cost to cover such a big western restaurant?

The problem is that such a large venue can't be covered by money, and it has to have face and powerful friends to talk and use!

Compared with this meal, what is more than 200,000 yuan for the meal I ate last time?

Yang Fei smiled when she saw her stop, "Miss Song, please."

Song Xiaolan said: "Mr. Yang is too grand, I can't afford it."

Yang Fei said, "It depends on who invited you. If I ask you, you can afford it."

Song Xiaolan smiled: "That's right! Who calls you the richest man? No wonder I often hear that the value of people is to see who you are with. If a woman marries a king, she is the queen."

Yang Fei laughed and said: "The people's words have always been reasonable because they are summed up through practice~www.NovelMTL.com~The huge dining room tables and chairs have all been moved away, and there is a luxurious European-style long in the middle Flowers and fruit snacks were placed on the top of the table.

Song Xiaolan said: "It's too formal, I haven't changed my clothes! It seems that I'm too sloppy."

"You can also face the emperor without makeup." Yang Fei opened the heavy gilded chair and asked her to sit down.

"Thank you."

In this situation, Song Xiaolan has no reason not to be more reserved, elegant or even restrained.

Yang Fei sat down across from her, separated by a long table.

The waiter started serving one dish after another.

The wine is awake and packed in a horizontal wine bottle rack.

The polite waiter poured wine for the two of them.

Yang Fei held up the wine glass.

Song Xiaolan quickly picked it up.

Yang Fei said: "The dishes are served in duplicate. The wine tube is enough to drink at will. Can we just have a home-cooked meal?"

Song Xiaolan thought that Yang Fei could see how restrained she was?

"Okay." She replied.

"I toast you a glass." Yang Fei lifted his glass.

"Thank you." Song Xiaolan took a sip and closed her eyes and savored.

It turns out that there is still such a delicious wine!

Isn't it just so sweet and mellow?

The last time Song Xiaolan and Zhang Wendi attended a banquet, she remembered the taste of drinking half a glass of 82-year-old red wine here.

But she can't remember the taste of that wine after drinking today.

From now on she will only remember the deliciousness of this wine today.

Later, when she grew old, she sat by the fireplace and told her children and grandchildren that she had drunk the most expensive and delicious wine with the richest man Yang Fei and she would never forget it. All the other wines in the world will no longer be delicious.