I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Yan Meifang was so choked that she rolled her eyes and quickly apologized: "Mr. Ye, I was wrong. You just assume that I was just farting. This year is the 20th anniversary of the establishment of the School of Economics and Management. The school organized this event for the anniversary. They all attach great importance to it. As long as you are willing to spend money on sponsoring, the publicity will definitely be greater than you think."

Seeing Ye Feng wanting to speak, Yan Meifang said again: "Don't underestimate the energy of our college. The School of Economics and Management has been established for 20 years. There are not a few elites who have gone out of the college. And several old professors in the college are all in the economic field The experts of yours, let them know the pulse of your supermarket, and your future development will be broader."

This can be regarded as Yan Meifang's heart, if it weren't for the amount of sponsorship that was too large and the task was on her again, she would not have said this to Ye Feng.

To be honest, even if Ye Feng invests 200,000 yuan, the last dime will not be made back, this transaction is not a loss, after all, sometimes human favors are priceless.

These words really moved Ye Feng a bit.

To say that in recent years, there have been quite a few strong businessmen who have gone out of the vast School of Economics and Management, and even Ye Feng has heard of a few names.

Moreover, although these economics experts in the School of Economics and Management are not good at practice, they have absolutely rich theoretical knowledge.

What Yuanfeng currently lacks is not practical talents, but professional talents.

Whether it is corporate management or corporate culture construction, these Ye Feng knows very important.

But if you want to build a complete framework, it is difficult to complete it alone without professional guidance.

Although Duan Pengfei has the ability, he is a hard-working talent, and I am afraid that he is not as good as Ye Feng himself to get these things.

Yan Meifang's words had reached the point, and Ye Feng suddenly fell into thought.

After calculating the gains and losses in his heart, Ye Feng said after a while: "Then you don't need so much money, right?"

200,000 yuan is enough for a small opening concert.

Hearing what Ye Feng said, Yan Meifang suddenly felt that there was something to play, and hurriedly said, "Have you seen Creation 101?"

Ye Feng shook his head. He has been so busy recently that he has no time to watch TV.

But last year's Creation 101 was really hot, and Ye Feng often heard people mention it.

Of course, Ye Feng knows that this year's Creation 101 is more popular, but Ye Feng has never paid much attention to these entertainment circles.

Yan Meifang was a little speechless when she saw this, but she still explained: "Zhou Yue, who entered the quarterfinals last year, is from Guangcheng. The college wants her to be a judge. This 200,000 yuan includes her appearance fee."

Zhou Yue?

Ye Feng thought for a while, he didn't seem to have heard of it, that is, the kind that would definitely not be popular in the future.

But also, if it is really hot, who will come to participate in a small singing competition of the academy.

It seems that Zhou Yue is ready to go out to make money while his reputation is still alive. No wonder he hooked up with the antiques of Guangcheng University.

Ye Feng thought for a while and then asked, "Even so, she is not worth so much money for a young girl who just debuted?"

Yan Meifang glared at him. It sounded so uncomfortable, as if they were selling themselves.

Fortunately, Ye Feng didn't know what she said, otherwise she would definitely change her face.

He doesn't comment much on the singing of the people who created 101, but he can't flatter his looks.

"That's because you don't know how popular Zhou Yue is in Guangcheng! Besides, the money also needs to set up the stage, publicize activities, and set up bonuses. In fact, Zhou Yue's appearance fee is not high. This is still because of our vast face. , Otherwise it won't come at all."

Seeing Ye Feng's expression of disdain, Yan Meifang said anxiously: "Don't believe me, Zhou Yue is now a grassroots hero in Guangcheng, and he is more famous than those first-line stars! When the event starts, there will definitely be media interviews. Yuanfeng Cup' Campus Singing Contest will definitely be popular, do you know if you make a lot of money!"

Ye Feng curled his lips, if he wanted to be so good, would you think of me?

What Zhou Yue and Li Yue's did not even make the top five, but only the top eight, how can there be such a famous name.

In order to pay for her own money, Yan Meifang was willing to pay, and even used the title of "Yuanfeng Cup" ahead of time, and Ye Feng felt numb when she heard it.

Ye Feng didn't want to entangle with Yan Meifang anymore, he sighed and said, "Well, you can get a detailed plan. I will let someone talk to you about how much money is needed, or please do not ask Zhou Yue. Yes, Yuanfeng will make a decision."

Although he was not upset about Ye Feng's disdain for the grassroots heroes in Guangcheng, Yan Meifang was already satisfied with the matter.

Ye Feng meant that he agreed to sponsor, as for more money and less money, just continue to talk about it.

This meal, for the five boys in 1911, had two gains.

One is that Ye Feng is the boss of Yuanfeng Shopping.

Second, through Ye Feng's and Yan Meifang's talk and talk, they saw the vigor that a successful businessman should have at the negotiating table.

Apart from other things, just talking about Ye Feng's temperament, that no matter how soft and hard Yan Meifang is, just calm and calm, it is worth learning from these boys.

Ask yourself, if this matter is put on them, it is estimated that Yan Meifang will fall into the pitiful stage.

Back to the youth apartment, a few boys gathered in Ye Feng’s house. Liu Chen smiled and said, “Big brother, that Yan Meifang is the first beauty instructor in our hospital. When she pitifully begs you, it’s really like me. Pity"

"Yeah, yeah." Meng Shengquan said to the side, "Or you can accept it, your eldest brother, anyway, my sister-in-law will not be in Guangcheng for a while."

"Fuck off!" Ye Feng said grimly.

Last time Chen Yurou came back, only Meng Shengquan saw it. The other boys went home to celebrate the New Year. They didn't see it. At this time, when the fat man mentioned it, they asked: "Hey, fat man, what do you think the sister-in-law looks like? Does it look good? "

The old **** Meng Shengquan was saying: "Sister-in-law, that is really a lotus flower, natural beauty, on temperament, like Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu", on appearance, like Yu Xuanji's "Gift to a Neighbor Girl", on body. "

"Stop it, stop it!" Ye Feng had goose bumps: "Fatty, are you numb? How do I feel that you are not talking about my wife, but the lover of your dreams?"

Meng Shengquan smiled: "Let me tell you the truth, brother, don't be angry, just the appearance of the sister-in-law, a man who will never forget it."

"Oh." Ye Feng nodded, and then raised his phone: "I recorded what you said. Next time I see the pigeon, I will let her listen."

"Don't! Big brother, I was wrong, big brother!" Meng Shengquan suddenly fainted.