The Richest Man Yang Fei

"Mr. Yang, do you need any other services?" the salesman asked with a smile.

"No need. Thank you." Yang Fei waved his hand.

The salesman handed over his business card respectfully: "This is my business card. If Mr. Yang needs to buy a car or other services next time, you can contact me."

Jiang Xiaojia asked: "Other services? What services? Aren't you just a car seller? What other services are there?"

The salesperson blushed pretty and said: "Ms. Jiang, don't get me wrong. In addition to selling cars, we are also a 4S service shop. If you have any problems with your car or need car maintenance, you can come to us to solve it. of."

Jiang Xiaojia said: "That's it! I thought you were providing some services! Brother Yang Fei, let's go!"

Yang Fei chuckled and waved to the salesman.

Several salesmen escorted Yang Fei and the others out of the door and bowed to see them off.

"If you are rich, you can buy any car you want. It's not like us, who visit the car dealership every day but can't afford to drive it." A salesperson lamented.

"The car manufacturer's factory builds cars every day, but they may not be able to drive the cars." Another salesperson said.

"That Miss Jiang is obviously only a teenager, but she is so wealthy just because she knows Yang Fei! She keeps buying imported supercars! A BMW worth more than three million yuan is so cheap! Tsk tsk! Spending other people's money, I really don’t feel bad!”

"If you have the ability, you can also get along with Yang Fei! As long as Yang Fei likes you, what does a car worth more than three million mean?"

"I do! People don't like it! Don't you think so? Just now you kept squeezing Yang Fei! Don't think I didn't see it!"

"..."

The next day, Yang Fei accompanied Jiang Hanying to the UK to participate in the International Fashion Week.

Yang Fei's idea for Jiang Hanying was quite reliable.

Jiang Hanying relied on her connections to give the queen a set of oriental-style clothing designed by herself.

Sure enough, the queen sent her a thank you note in reply.

This incident became a hot topic for a while.

The reputation of Jiang Hanying Studio also relied on this opportunity.

In recent years, as the Chinese have become more and more active internationally, many oriental faces and elements have appeared in various international fashion weeks.

At this London International Fashion Week, the clothes designed by Jiang Hanying stunned the global audience.

In particular, the skirts and T-shirts that incorporate the art of calligraphy and Chinese characters, with clear black and white colors and dripping ink square characters, bring a strong visual impact to Westerners.

Many celebrities and clothing dealers have approached Jiang Hanying and asked for customized clothing.

After the fashion week ended, Yang Fei and Jiang Hanying had time to shop around.

London is the political, economic, cultural, and financial center of the United Kingdom. It is the city with the largest number of museums, libraries, and stadiums in the world.

There are 19 Fortune 500 headquarters and 7 of the world's top 100 universities located in London.

75% of the world's top 500 companies have companies or offices in the City of London, and approximately 45% of the world's currency business is traded in London.

There are more than 480 banks here,

There are more than 800 insurance companies.

And this city feels very special.

Here, ancient history and fashion are perfectly integrated.

Other cities are blindly pursuing architectural height and modernization at a fast pace, but London has taken its time from the Middle Ages to today.

London certainly has high-rise buildings, but the central neighborhoods are more dominated by historic buildings.

Wandering through the streets of London is like walking in the plot of "Oliver Twist".

Yang Fei walked with Jiang Hanying on the streets of London, and from time to time he walked into a unique bookstore and lingered for a long time.

When the two of them walked out of the bookstore, Yang Fei's hands were filled with books again.

A little boy ran over and bumped into Yang Fei.

Yang Fei held the book in one hand and supported him with the other: "Be careful."

The boy thrust a note into Yang Fei's hand and ran away as fast as he could.

Yang Fei handed the note to Jiang Hanying in surprise.

Jiang Han unfolded the shadow and read: "Dear Mr. Yang Fei, welcome to London. I am honored to invite you to No. 66 Oxford Street. Sir, I have always paid attention to the stock price of Meili Group and will definitely live up to our expectations." Fan Yayi.”

"Yang Fei, what does this mean? There is no beginning or end. Who invited you? Do you have friends here?" After Jiang Hanying finished reading, he turned over the back of the paper and looked at it. There was no writing, but there was one Very strange sign.

Seeing this sign, Yang Fei's eyes became sharp.

"Haha, these are not friends." Yang Fei took the note and put it in his pocket.

"Then you want to go?"

"I'm not going. Why are you going? Just give a note to someone and you're going to go?"

"Yeah, that's right. Who knows who they are. Don't go. You are famous now, and someone might try to get your idea!"

Yang Fei said: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Jiang Hanying looked at her watch and said, "I made an appointment with Miss Emma. She owns a famous high-end clothing store on Bond Street and wants to customize a batch of clothing from me to sell."

"Oh, then go ahead and I'll pick you up later. I'll take a walk."

"Well, okay, I'll go first, you find a place to sit."

Yang Fei watched her leave and gestured towards the corner where Mouse and Ma Feng were.

Mouse and Ma Feng approached quickly.

"Fei Shao."

"Ma Feng, follow Miss Jiang."

Ma Feng agreed and quickly followed Jiang Hanying in the direction he left.

Yang Fei said to the mouse: "Let's go to Oxford Street."

Of course the mouse wouldn't ask why, he would just follow Fei Shao.

Yang Fei came to 66 Oxford Street.

This is a cafe with a narrow door.

Yang Fei looked at the sign and then pushed the door.

Inside the heavy and ancient door, there is a dark style and Chopin's music.

Except for the waiter in front of the bar, there was no customer inside.

Yang Fei walked to the bar.

"Hello, sir, what do you need?" the waiter asked.

Yang Fei took out the note and placed it on the bar.

The waiter glanced at him and smiled slightly: "Mr. Yang, please come upstairs. The person you want to see is waiting for you upstairs."

Yang Fei glanced around the store and quickly discovered the stairs leading to the second floor.

He walked to the second floor without hesitation.

The second floor is a book bar, surrounded by various books, with several tables in the middle.

Under a wall full of books, a lonely old man sat.

The old man had snow-white hair and beard, and was reading a thick hardcover book in his hands.

Yang Fei walked over, sat down opposite him, and then slowly handed the note over.

The old man closed the book and said with his mouth hidden in his beard: "Mr. Yang, I know you will definitely come."

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Mr. Wood."

"Mr. Wood, you invited me here, what do you want?"

"Oh, I want to talk to you about Meili Group stocks."

"I think the Beauty Group belongs to me, so I don't need Mr. Wood to care about it, right?"

"Mr. Yang, if I said that we already own 20% of your shares, would you believe it?"

Yang Fei's eyes suddenly became sharp: "So what?"

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