The Richest Man Yang Fei

Chen Mo looked around and replied, "I don't know. Why are there so many people?"

Ning Xin smiled and said, "You're not here to see the richest man, Yang Fei, have dinner, are you?"

"..."

The benefits that Yang Fei gives to his bosses are excellent, including a house and a car, so there is nothing to say about it.

Among them, the car he assigned to Wei Xinyuan was particularly outstanding. It was an elegant and luxurious Bentley.

A car is not only the face of a person, but also the face of the company.

When you usually go out to do errands, driving a Bentley and driving a Charade certainly give people a completely different feeling.

People in the world do not have perspective, only snobbery.

If you dress well and drive a luxury car, you will naturally look up to you and respect your clothes before others. Even if you are so poor that you are worth millions, who knows?

Other bosses also own world-famous cars, or at worst, Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

No wonder this fleet of luxury cars

The owner of the Fisherman's Restaurant received the report from the bellman and quickly came out to welcome him.

Yang Fei entered the hotel.

The shop owner greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Yang, is it still the same today?"

Yang Fei said: "Well, let's carry on as usual!"

As usual, I just serve a portion of all the delicious signature dishes in the store, and a box each of the best red wine and white wine.

Wei Xinyuan and other bosses are all heroes in wine. If they are polite to you, each of them drinks half a bottle of wine, which is almost it. If they are not polite to you, each of them drinks one bottle, that is absolutely fine. Finished.

Yang Fei is well aware of the drinking capacity of his bosses, so every time he invites them out for dinner, he always manages the wine.

As the group passed through the hall, they also attracted the attention of many diners.

"Look, Yang Fei came here to eat again. I met him last time too."

"Mom, is it really Yang Fei, the richest man?"

"Oh my god, who do I see? Is that the real richest man?"

"Yes, he is alive. I watched him walk in by himself. The richest man actually walked by himself? How rare!"

"..."

Come to the box,

Yang Fei asked the shop owner who followed him: "What's going on outside? So many people?"

"Haha, it's like this. A crew said that I have an antique appearance and wanted to shoot a scene here. I didn't want their money and agreed to shoot it for free. To be honest, the business of my store is very good. I don’t need their kind of publicity, but I just like to make friends, and this kind of thing doesn’t cost me much effort, so there’s no need to charge their money.”

"Oh, let me tell you, why are there so many people?"

"Mr. Yang, I have arranged for the food to be served."

"Okay, come on!"

Every time Yang Fei came to the store, the store owner would find excuses to stay around for a while and talk about a lot of things.

Although this person has never read any books, he is a man of the world. He is well off and can speak well. If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear it at all. This person is only a junior high school graduate. He speaks well, has a rigorous style of speaking, and is well dressed Clean and retro, like a university professor, or like a calligraphy master who can scribble and inscribe everywhere.

Yang Fei didn't mind chatting more with this person.

For one thing, the shop owner talks interestingly and knows a lot about people. He knows what to say and what not to say. Unlike some people, if you give them some color, they can open a dyeing workshop in front of you.

The shop owner is also very good at telling jokes, and they come straight out of his mouth, which are not vulgar and suitable for the public to listen to.

Moreover, this person is a member of all three religions and has people there, so he knows all kinds of gossip.

Even the store owner knew about the news that Li Yi was going to be promoted and accidentally let it slip.

His original intention was to show how familiar he was with the leaders and to show that he was a person with a background and status.

After hearing this, Yang Fei became interested and asked, "Do you know Li Yi?"

"I know-" the shop owner smiled, "He came to our shop for dinner."

"Really?" Yang Fei smiled.

He didn't say much, just led the other person to continue talking.

The shop owner said: "He is the same as Mr. Yang. Every time he comes, there will be a large group of followers around him, and there will also be a few beauties like gods."

Yang Fei chuckled and said, "Are you familiar with him?"

"In the eyes of others, Mr. Yang and I are very familiar with each other." The store owner said something meaningful.

Yang Fei laughed and thought, no matter how big the world is, if two people are destined to meet, they can meet anywhere.

At this time, there was a bustle in the corridor outside.

The shop owner knew that many customers had come, so he apologized and went out to greet them.

Yang Fei heard the voices outside and knew that the crew had dispersed and came here to eat.

The crew members were very loud and kept asking the boss to give them a free meal, saying that they came here to film the movie to promote your hotel, and the free meal bill would be treated as advertising fees.

Yang Fei thought to himself, the people in this crew are so ignorant.

The boss lent the venue to you for free for shooting, which is already very generous, but these people have to go the extra mile and even give you free food and drinks.

There are a lot of people in the crew, let alone two or three tables. With so many people, including the food and drinks, it would take several thousand people to cope with it.

Sure enough, the shop owner refused and said that each table could receive a free signature dish and each table could also receive two bottles of red wine. This was the only way to run a small business.

But the other party just refused to agree, and in the end we couldn't reach an agreement, so we let it go, but some of the things he said were very unpleasant.

The other party also made a request to arrange three tables, all of which should be in private rooms.

But there is only one private room and two tables in the hotel.

The shop owner said, these are big round tables. If you squeeze in, you can actually sit down. I will just add a few more chairs for you.

Someone ran to the door of Yang Fei's box, looked inside, and shouted: "Isn't there an empty table in here? Director, let's sit here!"

While he was talking, seven or eight people had already walked in before the store owner could stop him.

Yang Fei's private room has two large round tables.

Today he only brought one table of people, so one table was left empty.

Yang Fei felt that it would be easier to talk and more lively if everyone sat at the same table.

Unexpectedly, the other empty table became the object of others' covetousness.

The shop owner hurriedly walked in and said over and over again: "It doesn't work here. Everyone, it really doesn't work here."

The other party said: "Why not? Isn't this room empty? Moreover, the environment here is better than the box opposite. You can see the river view outside! Our director and stars can sit here just right."

As they said this, several of them had already sat down around the table, turning a blind eye to Yang Fei.

The store owner hurriedly ran to Yang Fei: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, it was my mistake. I will ask them to leave now and I will never disturb you."

Yang Fei waved his hand and said: "Forget it, it's still empty, let them sit! Don't waste the table space."

"Ah! Thank you so much, Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang is so generous." The shop owner told the waiter who was serving the dishes, "Give Mr. Yang an extra bottle of Moutai for this table. I apologize, and Mr. Yang will accept it."

Yang Fei waved his hand and said it was okay.

The shop owner let out a long breath before saying goodbye and leaving.

Yang Fei had good intentions, but he did something bad unexpectedly.