The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei used data to speak, presented facts, and reasoned, and explained the entire plan of Wanqi to help Wancun thoroughly and penetratingly.

The top leaders care about the people of the whole country, and they are even more concerned about the poor.

Before holding this symposium for private entrepreneurs, he also attended the National Poverty Alleviation Conference.

Against this background, Yang Fei put forward such an effective poverty alleviation plan, which can be said to be in the hands of the top leaders.

When Yang Fei came over, the confidential secretary had calculated the time and said that the leader only had ten minutes to receive him.

However, ten minutes passed, and the conversation inside was in full swing, and the leader didn't intend to end the conversation.

Half an hour later, the leader and Yang Fei were still talking.

The confidential secretary answered more than a dozen calls in a row, all asking about the leader's itinerary, but all of them were delayed because of Yang Fei.

Throughout the lunch break, the top leader was talking with Yang Fei.

At the end of the conversation, the top leader held Yang Fei's hand and said earnestly: "Comrade Yang Fei, although dealing with you is short, I can feel that you are an entrepreneur with social responsibility and a sense of responsibility. Since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth. , this sentence has been best confirmed by you."

Yang Fei smiled modestly: "The leader has praised you, Yang Fei is ashamed."

The top leader patted the back of Yang Fei's hand, and said calmly: "This plan for Wanqiu to help Wancun requires the establishment of a leading group. I will personally serve as the group leader. You represent outstanding private entrepreneurs, but as the deputy group leader The job, those who are capable will work harder, please don't refuse!"

Yang Fei quickly said: "The leader's words are serious. As long as Yang Fei can do what he can, I will do my best to repay the leader's kindness."

The top leader nodded slightly: "Very good, very good."

At this meeting, Yang Fei was not only appreciated by the top leaders, but also made friends with a group of like-minded outstanding entrepreneurs.

Everyone comes from all corners of the country, and they are top entrepreneurs in all walks of life.

Everyone is the same, without the natural advantages of state-owned enterprises, they all start their businesses from the grassroots, with courage and pride, plus a little bit of luck, they have a bright future.

Entrepreneurs who can achieve this level can be said to be the best of the best.

everybody knows,

This kind of conference is a rare opportunity, one is to meet many high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the other is to make friends with heroes from all over the world. Many people have left contact information with each other and look forward to more contact in the future.

After the meeting, Yang Fei was surrounded by a group of people. Many people had heard of the name of clean white laundry detergent, and some entrepreneurs were engaged in industries that might have business connections with Meili Daily Chemical Factory. This is a chance to meet Yang Fei.

Yang Fei is also more happy to make a few friends, chat with everyone cheerfully, and meet for dinner when he is free.

After talking, when Yang Fei turned to leave, a middle-aged man with a fair face in a jacket came over and shouted: "Mr. Yang, please stay."

Yang Fei thought that he was also an entrepreneur attending the meeting, so he smiled: "Hi, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Yang, my master invites you to visit the house." The visitor had a polite and courteous face, but it was difficult to conceal the arrogance and cruelty beneath his surface.

Yang Fei noticed his words, one is the master, and the other is the house.

The word master can be understood as the boss, but in modern society, what kind of person would call the boss the master? Judging from the servant's attire and demeanor, the identity of his master must be extraordinary.

Secondly, Guofu, the ancient dignitaries, lived in a deep house compound, and claimed to be a certain mansion, which is easy to understand. But modern people live mostly in pigeon cages, real castles in the air, unable to reach the sky or descend to the ground, so it seems ridiculous to call themselves a mansion. Unless his master's residence is a big house like a courtyard house or a villa, it is logical to call it a mansion.

"Who is your master?" Yang Fei asked politely.

"Mr. Yang, my master is one of the most honorable people in Forty-Nine City. You will understand when you go." The visitor said in a slightly arrogant tone.

Yang Fei chuckled: "Sorry, I'm not free!"

The person who came was stunned, apparently did not expect Yang Fei to refuse, and said in a slightly stern tone: "Mr. Yang, being arrogant is not the way to get along!"

Yang Fei sneered: "This sentence, I also retaliate to you!"

The visitor said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yang! Don't think that having a little money is enough! There are people in this world that you can't afford to mess with."

Yang Fei's eyes were sharp, as sharp as a knife, and he glared at the person, and said coldly: "If your master really needs me, tell him to come by himself! Unless!"

"Unless what?" the visitor asked.

"Unless he has no feet," Yang Fei said flatly, "then you can use a wheelchair to push him. I'm very busy, so I don't have time to chat with you!"

After speaking, Yang Fei turned and left.

The visitor suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Fei's shoulder: "Mr. Yang, you can't leave! My master invites you to come over to talk!"

Before his palm could touch Yang Fei's shoulder, it was grabbed by a big hand like iron tongs. He looked up in astonishment, and saw a livid red face.

Ma Feng grabbed his wrist, bent it hard, and said in a deep voice: "Get out!"

"You!" The visitor turned blue with anger, and shouted in a shrill voice, "Do you know who I am? How dare you be rude to me?"

Ma Feng sneered, he didn't bother to answer, secretly exerted force on the bottom of his hand, between sucking and exhaling, a secret force pushed the opponent away.

The visitor stepped back a few steps, swayed a few times before gaining a firm footing, his face changed drastically: "You dare to hit me? You are courting death!"

Ma Feng waved his fist: "Don't mess with my boss, or I'll make you look good!"

Yang Fei said without looking back: "Ma Feng, let's go!"

"Okay, boss!" Ma Feng turned around and followed Yang Fei's footsteps, opened the door first, and asked Yang Fei to get in the car.

The visitor watched Yang Fei fly away, he was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, but he had no choice but to stop him.

He turned around and got in the car, and came to a mansion.

This is also a courtyard.

But Siheyuan is different from Siheyuan. There are first courtyard, second courtyard, third courtyard and quadruple courtyard.

This difference is much bigger than the difference between several bedrooms.

In the Qing Dynasty, first-rank officials could get 20 houses, which is what we see as a three-entry courtyard house. It is equivalent to a big house gate and is a very standardized courtyard house, which is only lower than the four-entry courtyard house.

As for the four-entry courtyard, that is the real one-entry gate is as deep as the sea.

This courtyard house has four entrances.

The fair-skinned man walked all the way to the main room of the third courtyard.

"Master, I'm back."

"Where's Yang Fei? Are you here?" A broad figure with his back turned to the opposite door, his right hand is teasing a canary in a birdcage, his left hand is behind his back, leisurely circling two iron balls, two tall A beautiful young woman stood beside him on one left and one on the right, like a maid of a wealthy family.

"No. He didn't go on the road, beat me up, and then left."

"Hehe, it must be you, kid, who offended him by talking so much, right?"

"Master, I don't have..."

"Dare to talk back? Do you dare to say?"

"Yes, sir. I..."

"Slap your mouth!"

The fair-skinned man didn't say a word, he slapped himself in the face again and again, and the slap was so ruthless! Blood froth came from the corners of his mouth.

"Go again! If you don't come, you don't have to come back!"

"Yes, sir."