The Richest Man Yang Fei

Latest website: Han Yiyi saw Yang Fei's discomfort, pursed her lips, smiled, and pushed her parents: "Dad, Mom, you go to bed! He is the big boss of my company, I will just entertain him."

"Oops! Big Boss! Yang Fei!" Father Han clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "I know you! Last time you held a press conference on the rooftop, Yiyi invited me to attend, and I saw you give a speech. You You changed your clothes and I didn’t recognize you yet!”

He spoke and held out his hand.

Yang Fei stood up, shook hands with him, and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is my first time here, so I have empty hands. I'm sorry."

"As a family, don't talk about two families! You can come and play anytime you want." Mother Han said cheerfully.

When Yang Fei heard this, why did he feel that something was wrong?

He looked at the time and said, "Mr. Han, otherwise, I'd better go back."

"Don't leave, you talk! You talk." Mother Han pushed her husband into the bedroom.

The living room suddenly became quiet.

Han Yiyi flipped her hair and said with a smile: "I made you laugh. I didn't expect to wake them up. Come to my room for a drink?"

Yang Fei was still hesitating. She capped the newly opened wine bottle and walked to her room, saying, "I have good wine there, don't drink this. Come in."

Yang Fei stood up and followed in.

Her boudoir had a large balcony that was converted into a study.

There is a chair inside.

Han Yiyi moved a chair from the bedroom to the balcony and asked Yang Fei to sit down.

She opened the bookcase door, took out a bottle of wine from it, and said with a smile: "You gave me this wine. Last time you brought wine back from a French winery and said it was a wine that is hard to buy for a million dollars. He gave me a bottle and I have been keeping it since I was reluctant to drink it. Today I borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."

Yang Fei said: "You can just drink what's given to you. After you finish drinking it, I still have a lot more."

Han Yiyi said: "Didn't you say that this wine has the aroma of being aged? I will keep it and think about opening it and drinking it again in ten or eight years. Will it taste better?"

“That’s the theory.

However, if you put it in a bookcase, it won't have much effect. It would be even more perfect if stored in a wine cellar. "

"Wine cellar? That's for rich people. No matter what hobby it is, if you really want to play it, you have to invest a lot of money and time. I have a nephew who is practicing calligraphy. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone he invests every year are not enough. Do you know how much it costs! You also have to hire a famous teacher to teach, and you can sign up for one class, which is a few thousand dollars."

Yang Fei nodded in agreement.

Han Yiyi said: "I don't have any other hobbies, I just like reading books. When I was buying books, I realized that books are really expensive, and there are so many books I want to buy. Now that my salary is high, it's better. What books do you want to buy? You can buy them all. In the past, I could only borrow books from the library. Sometimes I would have to wait a month to read a book."

"I thought your hobby was dancing."

"That's just for fun. It's not a hobby."

The two sat opposite each other, drinking and chatting.

Yang Fei did not quit smoking or drinking. When he got into the mood of drinking, he took out the cigarette and suddenly realized that this was not his home, so he put it back.

"It's okay, you can smoke. In my room, there is the scent of books, powder, and wine, but the scent of cigarettes is missing. Just give me a little smoke." Han Yiyi smiled thoughtfully.

Yang Fei: "..."

"There is a dance hall downstairs. Do you want to go down and have fun?" Han Yiyi said, "But it's not of a high quality. The people dancing in it are also people from nearby."

"It's too late?"

"Tomorrow is the weekend anyway, so I don't have to go to work! Let's go! I haven't danced in a long time!"

"Is it because you work too much overtime?"

"No, it's because I don't have a suitable dance partner. I wanted to ask you out several times, but I didn't dare."

"Why don't you dare?"

"I'm just timid."

"I see you are quite brave today! You even invited me to your house."

"Because we have a fate today! When I go to the Muse, I can meet you. I work overtime, and you work overtime with me."

Yang Fei laughed, clinked glasses with her, and drank the red wine in the glass.

She told him to wait a moment, closed the balcony door, and entered the bedroom.

Yang Fei put down the cup and looked at her bookcase.

Her bookcase is not big, but it can hold hundreds of books.

Yang Fei took a quick look and found that she had read every book.

Like Yang Fei, she likes to annotate when reading. When she encounters good sentences or paragraphs, she will draw wavy lines underneath. The next time she reads the book, she will know which ones are the essence and which ones she has had insights from.

The balcony door opened. Han Yiyi changed out of her professional skirt and wore a floral goose-yellow skirt, a pair of rose-colored high-heeled sandals, and an exquisite rose gold watch. Her hair was no longer tied up. It hangs down and has some natural curls.

Yang Fei looked at her.

"What's wrong? Doesn't this dress look good?" She spun around and her skirt flew up.

"It looks good. It's like a different person. I thought it was some immortal who came down to earth!" Yang Fei smiled softly and put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf.

"Let's go!" Han Yiyi smiled brightly, corked the unfinished red wine, put it back on the bookcase, and said, "There is still half a bottle left, so you can drink it next time."

"Oh, then next time I come, do I have to bring my own wine?"

"Ah?" Han Yiyi laughed so hard that her branches trembled.

The two went downstairs.

The street lights outside the community are dim and there are few pedestrians.

The shops on the street are not closed yet.

The proprietress of a fruit shop was fanning half of the watermelon that had not been sold out. When she saw Han Yiyi, she smiled and said, "Yiyi, is this your boyfriend?"

Han Yiyi said: "He is my friend."

"He's your boyfriend! He's so handsome! He matches you so well!" the landlady said with a smile.

Han Yiyi smiled shyly and said to Yang Fei: "Are we really a good match? Why does everyone think you are my boyfriend?"

Yang Fei said: "The main reason is that I am handsome and a national husband."

"..."

The dance hall is on the second floor diagonally across the street.

The business inside was better than Yang Fei imagined. Many of them were middle-aged men and women, not well-dressed, and some were dancing ballroom in beach shorts.

The environment is also very ordinary, filled with smoke.

Yang Fei frowned.

In the past, he probably hung out in a place like this.

However, now, he feels so uncomfortable entering such a place!

Han Yiyi smiled and said: "Is it too noisy? Otherwise, stop dancing?"

Yang Fei said: "Let me take you somewhere!"

Han Yiyi didn't ask where she was going, she just said yes.

She thought that Yang Fei would take her to the most luxurious dance hall or nightclub in the city.

However, she guessed wrong.

When the car stopped, she looked at the sign outside and asked in surprise: "Yacht Club?"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "Come on!"

He called Feng Ruolan.

Yacht clubs also work at night, because most wealthy people like to hold carnival parties at night, and even unspeakable all-night gambling games.

Feng Ruolan received the call and immediately ran out of the club.

"Are you here? Where are Chen Mo and the others?" Yang Fei asked in surprise.

"Secretary Chen and the others have gone back. They only visited the inner river and did not go out to sea." Feng Ruolan smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, do you want to use the boat?"

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