City: The male protagonist, Ye Chen’s pretentious life

When Ye Chen woke up, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

He first ate something, and then took the information about Gao Fengxiang and Dongchang Hui from Jenny. After taking a closer look, he found that this person was a man who was doing big things. He has committed so many things, but the police did not leave any clues.

He also managed the Dongchang Society well. Although it was not as good as before, it was bad luck and had nothing to do with his ability, but there was no clue. The person is actually the most difficult person to deal with.

Although I am very satisfied with him, how do I make him accept me?

It is definitely not enough to buy him with money.

I must think of a way to make him loyal to me.

This is At that time, he thought of Uncle Chen again. Maybe Uncle Chen had this ability.

So he called Uncle Chen and asked what he thought.

Uncle Chen didn't object, but he didn't agree either. He talked a lot. Ye Chen knew that there was definitely something going on, and finally made an agreement that if people from Dongchang Club invited him If so, he would agree to return to Dongchang Club. It would definitely be safer if Uncle Chen was there to mediate.

But this matter must be done secretly, because colluding with the dark forces is not a good thing for any public figure, and he has to hide it from his father and eldest brother, so he thought of another plan to hide it.

He called The eldest son of Galaxy Group,

Ye Chen’s classmate and best friend, Zhang Zihao,

"Hey, Zihao, is there someone named Mao Hong in your Galaxy Daily?"

"Third Young Master, where did our Galaxy Daily offend you?

What did you say her name was? I'll call her now"

"What's your attitude? I asked if there was such a person named Mao Hong. Isn’t this a classmate of ours in junior high school? you do not know?"

"You know me. I don’t care about the daily affairs. I’ll call you and ask."

"Okay, hurry up, I have other things to ask you for."

Not long after, he called back again.

"Third Young Master, I asked, there is indeed such a person, but is she really our classmate?"

"She said so herself. You can learn more about it later."

"Okay, I get it, what else do you want?"

"Well, you call all the people from the Gongzi

Club to Dongleju tonight, and we'll celebrate tonight."

"All members?"

"What's wrong? No? I am also the vice president after all!"

"But your notice was too sudden. Many people are not in the country.

What should I do if there are still some people who cannot be contacted?"

"You just need to inform me, as many as you can come."

"That won't work tonight either. I heard that Fang Hao is also holding a party over there.

I'm afraid everyone will go to their place."

"Fang Hao? What kind of song is he singing? Just leave him alone and just notify him. Let me see who dares to go to his side."

"Third Young Master, are you really planning to do this openly with the president?"

"Nonsense, I'm still afraid of him. Just call him by name. You can make it up yourself.

I'll book Dongleju at night so you can have fun."

"Okay, this is what you said, then I will really scream"

"By the way, you'd better call Fang Na too!"

"Hey, I get it. Look at your potential. You could die just by calling her."

"Is that okay? If she gives me the first blow, that’s enough. Okay, no more words."

"Okay, I know."

The Young Masters Club is a gathering organized by the second and third generation elites of the Xinghai Conglomerate. They have huge wealth and power. There are currently 109 members in total. Ye Chen is the vice president, covering 95% of the power in Xinghai. , that's why Ye Chen dared to say that to reporters.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fang

Hao, the heir to the Seagate Group and the president of the Young Masters Association, held a large party here at the Xinghai Seagate Hotel. In addition to those who were abroad and could not be contacted, the other 70 Many members of the Young Masters Association agreed to come, so Fang Hao set up almost 10 large banquet tables.

The appointed time has come, and only about 3 tables have come so far, and they are not full yet.

Look at me, everyone. Look, no one spoke first. The scene was very awkward.

Only the vibrating sound of the phone and the sound of messages could be heard.

Fang Hao's face was even more livid. What is going on?

Didn't we agree that more than 70 people would come? Why? There were less than 30 people, but there were others, so he just asked his men to inquire.

At this time, his men came back quickly,

"President, there is something urgent. Let’s talk about it outside!"

"Ah, I'll excuse you for a moment!"

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