I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Seeing that the scene of the business performance was getting more and more lively, Ye Feng was very happy. He looked at Yan Meifang and said, "I see it, this is called a wrist. I asked her to sign and take a photo, and they agreed without saying anything. Such a person If there is a need next time, do you say I would invite her?"

After a pause, Ye Feng said, "Yang Feiyue is more famous than Zhou Yue. I will let her be a judge. Do you think the dean has any opinions?"

Yan Meifang completely disarmed and sighed: "Mr. Ye, just beg you, give me a little face, and Zhou Yue can be a judge of this singing contest for free."

"I'm not short of money."

Yan Meifang was choked, feeling uncomfortable, "Then what do you want?"

Seeing that Yan Meifang was forced to this position, Ye Feng no longer deliberately attacked her, smiled and said: "Simple, let Zhou Yue and her manager Xu Ya apologize to me for the wine."

"No." Yan Meifang paused in the middle of speaking, and then said dejectedly: "Yes."

Ye Feng snorted lightly and said lightly: "I haven't finished talking yet."

Now Yan Meifang really wants to kill Zhou Yue with a bite, and hates herself for having nothing to do, she has to look for Ye Feng as a sponsor.

If there was no Ye Feng, things wouldn't be like this at all.

Ye Feng decided on Zhou Yue, isn't it because he is a sponsor? It is him who pays the money, and the college will naturally refer to his opinion as the candidate for the judges.

With strong pressure on her anger, Yan Meifang said dullly: "What do you have, you can finish it in one breath."

"I'm actually very good at talking." In the middle of the speech, Yan Meifang showed disgust, Ye Feng coughed dryly, and continued: "Since Zhou Yue is willing to be a free judge, then the previous deposit should be returned."

"Aren't you short of money?" Yan Meifang said angrily.

"It has nothing to do with bad money. I am willing to throw this money to beggars, but why should I be cheap Zhou Yue?" Ye Feng curled his lips.

As he said, the deposit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan was nothing but he really didn't take it seriously.

But why should he make Zhou Yue cheaper?

Yan Meifang snorted and nodded: "Okay, you will get your money back, I will tell Zhou Yue right away!"

Ye Feng laughed, and he said it was domineering. He didn't even shame for tens of thousands of dollars before. Now he is embarrassed to say this.

Without time to continue entangled with them, Ye Feng finally said: "Let Zhou Yue put a drink tonight, this matter has passed."

Yan Meifang was finally relieved when he got what he wanted.

To be honest, she was a little afraid of Ye Feng.

At first I heard Qin Susu say that Ye Feng is a rich man. In fact, Yan Meifang didn't care very much. She had never left school before, and she didn't understand what a millionaire meant.

Until now, Ye Feng taught her a social lesson.

Only then did Yan Meifang understand that this society is really not as simple as she thought.

The world of capital is too complicated. The grassroots hero in her eyes, Zhou Yue, who is very famous, was almost killed by Ye Feng with a few simple phone calls.

If Ye Feng continued, Zhou Yue would be over this time.

After talking, Yan Meifang was about to leave.

But when Ye Feng began to sing along the stage again, the cheerful and cheerful Yan Meifang almost went crazy.

"The sun is going down, who is still tinkering with bells"

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"It seems that I understand whether there was a chicken or an egg first"

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It was the first time Ye Feng listened to this song called "Troubled Girl". In the past, he turned around when he heard this kind of concert, but today he actually hummed along.

No way, who makes him feel good?

Yuewan Hotel.

When Yang Feiyue and Ye Feng entered the door together, Zhou Yue and Xu Ya's faces suddenly turned pale.

It would be fine if it were to apologize to Ye Feng alone, the big deal is that if there is no such thing in the future, it will not have much impact on Zhou Yue.

But now that Yang Feiyue is here, the concept is completely different.

Yang Feiyue was the champion who created 101 last season. He debuted early and has a high status. Zhou Yue is not the same as her.

Apologizing to Ye Feng in front of Yang Feiyue, this was really throwing his face underground and letting Ye Feng step on it.

And if you step on it, you have to pay for your smile, otherwise not only will Ye Feng's face be denied, even Yang Feiyue's face will be refuted.

Does Zhou Yue dare to offend Yang Feiyue?

Needless to say, I dare not!

The level of the entertainment industry is as strict as that of officialdom. Zhou Yue, a young girl who has just debuted, if he dares to offend Yang Feiyue, she can guarantee that she will not be able to mix in the entertainment industry every minute.

Zhou Yue took a deep breath and bowed and said, "Mr. Ye, Sister Yang."

Ye Feng didn't say a word, Yang Feiyue nodded lightly, and said lightly: "Mr Ye asked me to join in the fun, did I not bother you uninvited?"

Zhou Yue and Xu Ya looked bitter, what can they say at this juncture.

Yan Meifang, who was acting as a middleman, frowned upon seeing this and said, "Mr. Ye, Miss Yang, sit down."

Ye Feng didn't move when he heard that, Yang Feiyue also treated himself as a transparent person, standing beside Ye Feng without moving.

Yan Meifang's expressions changed at the same time, what does this mean?

Zhou Yue cast his gaze to Yan Meifang, revealing a touch of doubt and fear.

Yan Meifang gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Ye, you said it yourself."

Ye Feng waved his hand to interrupt her, and hummed softly: "Of course what I said counts."

After taking a look at Yan Meifang, he said again: "But we don't have to come for things that are empty-headed. Since I said it was a pleasurable wine, of course it is to drink."

Ye Feng pointed to the four bottles of liquor placed on the table and said, "One person has two bottles. If you drank all of the wine, that's it."

Zhou Yue and Xu Ya turned pale with a sigh!

Two bottles of white wine, if you drink this, it will cause trouble to kill you.

It's not that the two can't drink, whether it's an artist or an agent, they spend a lot of time outside socializing, and no one can drink.

But two women, usually half a catty, two bottles at a time, this is killing them!

Yan Meifang was also stunned when she heard the words. After seeing Ye Feng for a long time, she said anxiously: "Ye Feng, do you want to kill!"

Ye Feng glanced at her, frowned slightly and said, "Yan Meifang, it's not your turn to speak here!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhou Yue and Xu Ya and said, "Do you want to drink or not?"

Zhou Yue and Xu Ya's faces were stiff, and neither of them said a word.

Ye Feng smiled when he saw it, and didn't say anything anymore. He turned to Yang Feiyue and said, "Miss Yang, let's go."

Yang Feiyue nodded. She is here to be a witness today. Since there is no excitement to watch, she will naturally leave.

As soon as I was about to take a step, I heard Zhou Yue say loudly: "Wait!"

Ye Feng glanced back at her, and saw Zhou Yue biting her lip severely, saying every word: "I, drink!"

She couldn't let Ye Feng out of this door, and when Ye Feng left, the beam was completely formed.

Not only the singing contest tomorrow, but even Yang Feiyue was offended.

If she doesn't want to be in the showbiz anymore, as long as she still has this mind, this wine must be drunk.