The Richest Man Yang Fei

The venue was decorated with flowers and splendor.

　　 The venue is very large, full of large round tables, and the table tops are covered with tablecloths decorated with gold edges and tassels.

　　 Yang Fei glanced around and found that the chair with the Jinduan cushion was already full of people. It seemed that almost all the celebrities invited had arrived.

　　 Yes, such an important charity party, regardless of whether it is a real charity or a real blood-sucking, should come to show up at this moment, the attention of the blog media.

　　 Charity is the same as employee benefits. Even if you are extremely shrewd at ordinary times, you still have to be impassioned when facing the media.

　　 "Mr. Yang, please here, your position is at the forefront." Du Meiqi was next to Yang Fei.

　　 She walked and swayed, and occasionally touched Yang Fei intentionally or unintentionally.

　　 walked to the front, Yang Fei found that on the backrest of the front row of tables, every other position, the name of the distinguished guest was written in bright yellow letters on a red background.

　　Only the front row is entitled to this treatment, and the tables and chairs in the back are just for others to sit on.

　　In other words, those who can sit at these tables are expensive if they are not rich.

　　 Yang Fei's position is on the left side of the center of the first row.

　　 He glanced at the person's name posted on the seat at the same table, and then sat in his seat quietly.

　　 Each VIP only arranges a partner seat next to him, which is why the name is posted only one place away.

　　 When the mouse saw that he didn't have his own seat, he sat down on the chair behind him with interest.

　　 In this kind of occasion, I don’t think bodyguards are needed.

　　 "Mr. Yang, would you like to drink red wine or coffee?" Du Meiqi asked with a pleased smile.

　　 Yang Fei said: "A cup of green tea, thank you."

　　 Du Meiqi was slightly surprised, and then smiled in a perfect transition: "Okay, Mr. Yang, your taste is really high."

　　 Yang Fei was too lazy to explain.

　　What to drink is completely personal habit and freedom. What is the difference between high and low?

　　Furthermore, Yang Fei can clearly hear that the other party clearly thinks that drinking wine or coffee is superior. The sentence just now was nothing more than an unintentional remark to cater to Yang Fei, but he was too lazy to expose her hypocrisy.

　　 "Yang Fei, the position in the middle is still empty. I don't know who the big person is? Is it better than you?"

　　 "He won't come."

"how do you know?"

　　 "Because I just came out of his house to visit, he told me personally, he only sent a secretary over to respond to the scene."

　　 "Huh? Are you talking about leadership?

　　 "It's him."

　　 "Then why put him in the middle?"

　　 "Even if he doesn't come, his name must be placed in the center. This is the rule."

　　 Chen Mo pursed his lips and said, "Just like the CEO of Beauty Group in a meeting, even if you are not there, you have to keep the main seat for you."

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said, "You are so naughty."

　　 Chen Mo Yanran smiled and said, "Your tea is here."

　　 Du Meiqi came over with the tea, and the walking posture should have been specially trained, like willow branches swaying in a breeze.

　　 She walked to Yang Fei's side, bent down, and put the tea cup on the table in front of Yang Fei. The evening dress with very low slits set off her exquisite and bulging figure.

　　 Yang Fei leaned back in the chair and said, "Thank you."

Du Meiqi pointed to a beautifully printed roster on the desktop, and said: "Mr. Yang, the various auction items sold tonight are all on it. These items are provided by well-known domestic collectors and artists. Please have a look. ."

　　 Yang Fei nodded, not eager to start watching.

　　 Du Meiqi was more anxious than Yang Fei, and she took the initiative to help him open the roster, showing Yang Fei page by page.

　　Her fingers are white and delicate, slender like green onions, and the nails are very long, painted in bright red, and the posture is very graceful. Every small movement seems to have been specially trained in etiquette.

　　 It is said that a woman looks at her hands. Her hands are not touched by the sun.

　　 Yang Fei held her in her hand and took a look at the auction item.

Most of the tables in the front row are equipped with twelve chairs, that is, each table sits with six guests and six companions. Only Yang Fei’s table has only eight chairs, and only four hosts and guests. A companion, so the seats are more relaxed, and it also highlights the uniqueness of the visitors at this table.

　　 What made Yang Fei ashamed was that the other three guests at the same table only recognized the leader at the main seat, and he had never heard of the other two names!

　　 People who can sit on the same level as Yang Fei are definitely not easy. Could it be the rich and powerful people invited by other provinces?

　　 Du Meiqi was still tirelessly introducing the exhibits to Yang Fei, and a clear and sweet voice sounded: "Mr. Yang, it's really you. I saw your back behind and thought I recognized the wrong person!"

　　 "Miss Yang, you are here too." Yang Fei saw Yang Yuying and smiled, "Where are you sitting?"

　　 "I'll sit over there." Yang Yuying was wearing a dress and her hair in a bun, and she stretched out her hand to Yang Fei.

　　 Yang Fei stretched out his right hand: "There is no need to shake hands between us, right?"

　　Yang Yuying really didn't shake hands with him, but spread her arms, hugged him, put a face to him, and smiled softly: "Of course not shaking hands."

　　 Yang Fei laughed.

　　 At this time, Goodle led a man and a woman to come over again. Seeing the smile on his face, it must be a distinguished guest.

　　Sure enough, Goodele led people to Yang Fei's table.

The man was about fifty years old. He thanked his head early and combed his hair to the middle, covering the Mediterranean. The woman beside him was in her early twenties, and she looked as pretty as her figure, with heavy makeup, bright red lips, and white. Face, purple eyeshadow, eyes with long false eyelashes.

　　 On the chair opposite Yang Fei, the words "Li Fu" were written, and the man sat down on that chair.

　　 Du Meiqi walked over and smiled: "Is this Mr. Zhang's secretary? Please sit here."

The woman with heavy makeup snorted, "Who is the secretary? Which one of your eyes sees me like a secretary? I'm Mrs. Zhang! Madam! Understand? President Gu, who are you all for? So lack of eyesight. Price? Can’t I figure it out beforehand?"

　　 Du Meiqi was scolded~www.NovelMTL.com~ Although she was wronged, she did not dare to attack, and said with a smile: "Sorry, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."

　　 "Who is the wife? Am I very old? Wife is the name for an old woman! You can call me a wife!"

　　 "Yes, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."

　　 "Be careful next time!" Mrs. Zhang raised the corner of her skirt and sat down proudly.

　　 Chen Mo wanted to laugh a lot, but knowing that it is absolutely inappropriate to laugh at this time, so he had to endure it.

　　 Gu Dele quickly apologized, and reprimanded Du Meiqi again, saying: "Ms. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, we are not doing our job well, sorry."

　　 Zhang Lifu had a pair of eyes, never left Du Meiqi, waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, who is this beauty?"

　　 Gudler said: "He is Miss Du Meiqi, our secretary."

　　 "Miss Du," Zhang Lifu smiled, "Good name, good fortune."

　　 Talking, he stretched out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Du Meiqi.

　　 Mrs. Zhang lightly hit the back of his hand, and said unhappy: "Darling, she humiliated me as your secretary! You help me scold her!"

　　 Zhang Lifu had to withdraw his hand and said, "Okay, stop making trouble, let people watch jokes."

　　 Madam Zhang turned around displeasedly, and snorted angrily.

　　 At this time, Chen Mo couldn't help being amused by the pair of life treasures, and he burst out laughing.

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