My stall is a bit fierce

Seeing their terrified faces, Zhao Zifeng took a deep breath and explained: "I saved Master Deng's life before, that's how we met."

I rely on!Saved Master Deng's life?

In an instant, these three people looked at each other with admiration. They didn't expect that the person who set up the stall actually saved Master Deng's life.

But if you think about it seriously, saving your life doesn't mean that Mr. Deng's wealth belongs to him, it's just that you are polite to him.

"Sit down, we don't need to change boxes!" Zhao Zifeng laughed.

He Xiaoyu also said at this time: "Mom and Dad, you see Zifeng is very capable, Master Deng will give him face."

But Yang Guiyu sneered and snorted: "Hmph, but he is always the only one who set up a stall, how much face will he have in the future!"

At this moment, their eyes were full of disdain, especially Gao Yang, now he looked at Zhao Zifeng with black lines all over his face.

"Xiao Yu, today is your birthday, I have prepared a small gift for you!" Gao Yang wanted to save face by taking out an exquisite gift box from his pocket.

Before He Xiaoyu took it, Yang Guiyu grabbed it and opened it excitedly.

"Wow! Xiaoyu, look, the diamond necklace!" Yang Guiyu said excitedly.

The corner of He Xiaoyu's mouth narrowed into a forced smile. In fact, she didn't want to accept anyone's gift today.

Except for one person.

He Xiaoyu set his sights on Zhao Zifeng, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"This necklace is worth 30 yuan, and it is inlaid with nine real diamonds from South Africa. How about it? Are you happy?" Gao Yang said with a smile.

Yang Guiyu couldn't wait to bring this diamond necklace to He Xiaoyu, and said earnestly: "Xiao Yu, look at Gao Yang for you, and I will give you the 30 necklace."

At this moment, Gao Yang cast his eyes on Zhao Zifeng, and said with a smile, "Zhao Zifeng, you are Xiao Yu's friend, so you don't even have a birthday gift ready?"

In a word, Zhao Zifeng was instantly embarrassed, because indeed, he forgot today.

"What? You won't really let me guess right?" Gao Yang said with a smile.

He Xiaoyu could see the embarrassment on Zhao Zifeng's face, and shook his head slightly: "Zifeng came to accompany me to celebrate my birthday today, but I didn't expect you, parents, to come, maybe he wasn't ready for a while!"

Zhao Zifeng scratched his hair and said with an embarrassed smile, "Yes... yes, how about this, I will treat you to this meal!"

"Yo, you please?" Gao Yang picked up the menu with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, order whatever you want!"

Yang Guiyu borrowed the bathroom to pull He Xiaoyu outside, frowned, and asked, "Xiao Yu, let me ask you again, what is your relationship with this Zhao Zifeng?"

He Xiaoyu was also hesitant about this sentence, he didn't know how Zhao Zifeng thought of him.

Seeing that He Xiaoyu remained silent, Yang Guiyu continued with gloomy eyes: "Let me tell you, Gao Yang came here specially for you, no matter what you think, the two of us have already discussed it, so you should be ready to get married! "

When He Xiaoyu heard this, he immediately became angry. In fact, he returned to the country alone because of his parents' persecution. He originally thought that they were apologizing to him when they returned to the country this time, but he didn't expect that they would force him to marry Gao Yang as usual.

I don't have any feelings for Gao Yang, it's just a friend I've played with since I was a child.

"I don't want to marry, I already have someone I like!" He Xiaoyu said with firm eyes.

"Don't tell me, it's that Zhao Zifeng?"

When things got to this point, He Xiaoyu didn't want to deny it, so she raised her head and said, "That's right, I just like Zifeng."

"You...you really want to piss us off!" Yang Guiyu frowned, trembling with anger.

"What's so good about that poor boy? A vendor? Looks poor!"

In fact, He Xiaoyu knew that Zhao Zifeng was not poor, but that they were prejudiced against his career.

"Mom, Zifeng is not poor."

"Not poor? Where do you live? Where is the car? How much is your passbook?"

Yang Guiyu finally said: "If you are so stubborn again, don't call me your mother!"

He Xiaoyu really has nothing to do with her mother, she thinks so highly of money and power, it's too materialistic.

When the two returned to the private room, Gao Yang handed the menu to the waiter with a proud face. The menu was full of expensive dishes, the minimum starting price was 2000, and they also ordered two bottles of 98 Lafite. Twenty or thirty thousand.

"Zhao Zifeng, is the food I ordered okay?" Gao Yang smiled triumphantly.

I thought that Zhao Zifeng would return the dishes with a look of embarrassment, but he never expected that Zhao Zifeng shouted before the waiter left: "Please, exchange those two bottles of Lafite for Romanee-Conti!"

This time, Gao Yang was stunned again, and became more and more suspicious of Zhao Zifeng.

impossible!Is this kid still so rich in setting up a stall?
A bottle of Romanée-Conti costs tens of thousands of dollars!Are you willing to do this?
"Hey, what do you have... the money you earn in half a year? How can we bear to eat it?" Gao Yang laughed.

Yang Guiyu next to him also said: "Don't ask us to pay the bill!"

Zhao Zifeng waved his hand: "Don't be polite to me, it's only tens of thousands!"

Gao Yang didn't know whether this Zhao Zifeng was a real god or a fake ghost, so he didn't make a conclusion, so he swallowed his breath silently, and he will hurt him well when he pays the bill later.

Soon, the waiter brought all the food and wine to the table, full of delicacies, good wine and tea.

This meal, Zhao Zifeng didn't eat very well, after all, he and Xiaoyu were originally on a date tonight, but he didn't expect that there would be a few more people.

"By the way, Zifeng, where did you set up your stall?" He Wen suddenly asked Zhao Zifeng.

"There are quite a lot of people on the side of the pedestrian street, and the goods can be cleared in one day."

"Oh? Then how much money do you earn a day?" He Wen asked carelessly.

Not only did he care, but the two people beside him also cared.

"Uh... not necessarily, it depends on the situation."

After all, he hadn't set up a stall for a whole month, and Zhao Zifeng was a little uncertain.

"Probably... three to four million!"

"Pfft!" Gao Yang spat out a mouthful of water, almost swallowing it, his eyes widened, and he asked, "You...what are you talking about? Three or four million? Are you selling airplanes and cannons?"

This kid really knows how to blow, why don't you see him saying that he can fly?
However, this is the truth, Zhao Zifeng didn't bother to explain, just sighed slightly.

Then, the waiter came over and said with a smile, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Gao Yang took a deep breath: "Pay the bill, earn three or four million a day?"

But the waiter bent down and said, "Master Deng next door has already closed the order. I'm here to ask, what else do you need?"

"It's over?" Gao Yang frowned, looking at Zhao Zifeng unwillingly.

And Zhao Zifeng had just entered the system and looked at it, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Oh... it's over, let's end it, by the way, Xiao Yu, I have something for you!"