The Richest Man Yang Fei

How much did she ever want to see the man in front of her?

　　 But when she really sat opposite Yang Fei, she was too nervous to speak for a while.

　　 "You have a sip of tea," Yang Fei smiled gently, "By the way, what's your name?"

　　 "Hello, Mr. Yang, my name is Chu Qian. Chu from the country of Chu, Qian from the ghost of a Chinese girl."

　　 "Hehe, this name sounds good. Well, I read the investment information you gave me."

　　 "It was made by me. It is not very comprehensive or specific, and there is room for improvement. Mr. Yang, please allow me to make a report to you."

　　 "You did it? Oh, that's great."

　　 At this time, Chen Mo came over and whispered: "Ms. Han's call said it was for dinner. How do you respond?"

　　 Yang Fei said: "It's half an hour later."

　　 Chen Mo nodded, and walked a little farther with the phone.

　　 Yang Fei said to Chu Qian, "You said it."

　　 Chu Qian knew that Yang Fei had limited time for herself, so she hurriedly adjusted her status, and made an endless introduction to Yang Fei's investment promotion.

　　 Yang Fei listened very carefully, nodded from time to time, or asked: "Please have tea."

　　 Chu Qian said for twenty minutes, feeling that there was still a lot to say.

　　 Yang Fei raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

　　 Chu Qian knew that her time was up.

　　 She had been on the train for a day, so tired as a dog, she rushed to Shang Hai just to meet Yang Fei and talked for half an hour.

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said, "I will talk about it today."

　　 Chu Qian knows that if we can't get investment today, it's unknown whether we can see Yang Fei again next time. She said nervously, "Mr. Yang, on behalf of the county, I sincerely invite you to visit our county."

　　 Yang Fei groaned: "Well, let's talk about it when I have time, I have been very busy recently."

　　 He said again: "Miss Chu, you haven't arranged accommodation yet, have you?"

　　 Chu Qian said: "Not yet, this, it doesn't matter. I will find a hotel to stay."

Yang Fei said: "This is the room I opened, but I don't live here at night, it's just for temporary business entertainment. If you don't dislike it, just live here. Chen Mo lives next door to you. The room here The fee is paid tomorrow, and you can check out before 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

　　 "This? I'm so embarrassed, I..."

　　 "Okay, that's it. I have another party, goodbye."

　　 If Chu Qian knew that Yang Fei was in this room and only received her, and he opened this room just to talk to her for half an hour, I wonder what she would think?

　　 Yang Fei told Chen Mo: "Don't follow me. If Ning Xin comes back, you can convey my words."

　　 "Okay, boss."

　　 "Also, you will be responsible for Miss Chu's food and beverage expenses here."

　　 "Okay, boss."

　　 Yang Fei finished his instructions and set off with the mouse.

　　 Han Yiyi called again and told Yang Fei that she had booked the restaurant and sent the address to Yang Fei.

　　 She ordered a western restaurant.

　　 She is the only person in the box.

　　 The funny mouse didn't enter the door, but just sat down in the lobby outside.

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said, "Miss Han, you are interested."

　　 Han Yiyi said, "I wanted to invite my boss to dinner, but I never had the chance. Thank you for coming."

　　 When ordering food, of course Han Yiyi asked Yang Fei.

　　 Yang Fei said: "I am not used to Western food. They say that it is spicy, and it is eaten in my mouth like no spicy. And I eat vegetables, it is not spicy or unpleasant."

　　 "Huh?" Han Yiyi got up nervously, "I'm sorry, I was negligent. Let's change to another restaurant."

　　 Yang Fei said: "Forget it, if you come, then you will be safe, let me have a bowl of pasta."

　　 In the late 1990s, eating Western food, told the Chinese people, it was quite fashionable, so Han Yiyi invited Yang Fei to the western restaurant.

　　 Unexpectedly, Yang Fei was tired of western food a long time ago, and he didn't catch a cold with western food.

　　 Seeing that Yang Fei only ordered a spaghetti, Han Yiyi became even more nervous and guilty, and repeatedly said sorry, should I change to a Chinese restaurant?

　　 Yang Fei smiled and shook his hand, and said, "I'm not particular about eating, this is fine."

The waiter came in and ordered the meal. When he saw that there was only one steak, one pasta, and one fruit plate, his face was a little unhappy, and he said, "You two, if you don’t mind, can you sit outside in the lobby? There are also outside. A more private deck. It's the peak time for dining. We have a lot of customers. Two tables with more guests are still waiting in line."

　　 Han Yiyi bit his lip, knowing that the other party thought he had ordered a short meal, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he was furious.

　　 Yang Fei said faintly: "Open two bottles of red bar, Lafite or Pettus will do."

　　 Lafite and Patus are the most famous wineries in France. The red wines they produce are synonymous with high prices.

　　 There was a smile on the waiter’s face: "Okay, distinguished guest, I will bring it up to you immediately, do I need to help you open the bottle?"

　　 "Yes, thank you." Yang Fei said, and took out one hundred yuan and put it on her ordering board as a tip for opening the bottle.

　　 The waiter's waist bent down unconsciously, thanked him, retired respectfully, and closed the door carefully.

　　 Han Yiyi looked at the handsome Yang Fei and couldn't help but think of a sentence: The politeness of gentlemen and nobles is not to show off to others, but to show their self-cultivation.

　　 Like the situation just now, if she gets angry and argues with the waiter, she will definitely lose her value. After all, she is now the head of a factory. If out of anger, you can order a few more dishes that you don't eat, you can save face, but you will be angry again.

　　 Yang Fei used his cultivation and politeness to easily make people admire ~ www.NovelMTL.com~ no one dare to underestimate him.

　　A person like Yang Fei can show his demeanor and upbringing even if he only eats one pasta in Shanghai’s most exclusive western restaurant.

　　 Han Yiyi looked at Yang Fei, with an unspeakable strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that he was so different and so heartbeat.

　　 "Miss Han is a local?"

　　 "Boss, I am Shanghai."

　　 "Very good." Yang Fei smiled, "Shanghai people are very savvy. I am relieved that Fenghua Factory will be managed by you."

　　 "I haven't been a factory manager yet, so I would like to ask my boss for advice."

"No one is born as a factory director." Yang Fei smiled, "I only have one request. You can score 98 points on the test paper I issued. Then, for the test paper of Fenghua Factory, you have to give me 98 points. "

　　 "I will work hard and live up to your expectations."

　　 "Don't say that, we are the same age, you call me so old, you call me Yang Fei! My secretary calls me that."

　　 "Don't dare."

　　 The food and wine I ordered came up.

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said, "We are one person and one bottle. You don't have to pour the wine for me. Let's just do whatever you want? Okay?"

　　 Han Yiyi still took the wine and gave it to Yang Fei full.

　　 At the same time, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the ordering list pressed to one side. When she saw the total amount, she couldn't help but trembled, her hand shook, red wine spilled out, and Yang Fei's clothes were wet.