too rich what to do

Chapter 311

"You are?" An Ran blinked her eyes, pretending to ask.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, as an old fox in the business world, he couldn't tell that An Ran was putting on airs.

But in this matter, the initiative is not in his hands, and he is not angry. He introduced himself lightly:
"Old man Yang Fan, add me as the founder of Xingyue!"

An Ran nodded lightly: "Oh!"

He finished, ignored Yang Fan, then turned around and sat down beside Jiang Qihe:
"When I was in Shanghai, I didn't have a chance to pay a visit to Uncle Jiang. When Uncle Jiang arrived in the capital, he didn't give any instructions in advance. I can pick you up here too?"

Jiang Qihe glanced at Yang Fan whose smile froze on his face, and said with a calm smile: "No, this is not in a hurry, next time I return to Shanghai, I will ask Jiang Zuo to invite you to sit at home, just as your aunt burns Its excellent dishes, especially the braised fish is a must in the circle!"

An Ran: "That's a good relationship..."

The two chatted one after another, Yang Fan watched fixedly in place, Yang Jie, who had no chance to sit at the side, saw his father being left out in the cold.

With a cold snort, he was about to speak, but was stopped by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan sat across from An Ran, motioned slightly, and immediately a waiter came in pushing a dining cart.

After all the dishes were served and everyone was seated, Yang Fan winked at Yang Jie, who gritted his teeth unwillingly, got up and brought a bottle of good red wine to An Ran's side.

"Mr. An, I was the one who was ignorant before, and this time I punished myself with a bottle as an apology!"

An Ran leaned on the table with her elbows, looked over with her chin on her hands, and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Yang Jie hesitated a little, then picked up the red wine bottle and blew on it.

This red wine bottle is not a small bottle, but a big-bellied bottle, about 750ml in size, and the red wine inside only weighs about a catty and a half.

Yang Jie drank in a hurry, his face turned red visibly with the naked eye.

Some of the other people on the side looked at Yang Fan's seedling, applauded, and chimed in:

"Okay, good drinker, refreshing, the wine table knows a hero, Mr. Yang is sincere!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. An, today I will be a peacemaker. If there is no conflict that cannot be resolved, Mr. An will see it? Will it be exposed?"

After all, he was invited by Yang Fan. Although he didn't offend An Ran, no one would forget what he said in the scene.

After the words of support came to an end, Yang Jie blew out a bottle of red wine, then turned over the bottle, staggered a bit, and said with a big tongue:

"Mr. An, is it possible to be so sincere?"

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled up on the old man's face, and then he restrained himself, got up and also took a glass of red wine, walked to Yang Jie's side, and looked at An Ran: "Here, the old man, I will also apologize for the dog, and the dog is also sincerely apologizing, Mr. Wang An no longer Care about, please!"

As he spoke, he raised his glass with both hands to signal a toast.

Seeing this, An Ran still didn't move, but said with a faint smile: "I heard that most people punish themselves with three drinks when they apologize. Mr. Yang is good at drinking, but this wine... seems to be lacking..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words.

Missing something?
This means that others punished themselves with three cups. Does this mean that Yang Jie should drink three bottles?
Jiang Qihe next to An Ran also twitched the corners of his mouth. Although he had heard his son talk about An Ran, he had never seen such a vicious side.

In a word, the three glasses of wine were easily changed into three bottles, and the Yang father and son had no way to refute.

After all, to be reasonable, there are only three things, and three cups is the meaning of the question. Since I drank a bottle at the beginning, it seems reasonable that there should be nothing wrong with the three bottles.

It can't be one bottle and two glasses, right?

But it's obviously impossible to drink only one bottle, no sincerity!

"Cough cough!"

Holding the cup, Yang Fan was stunned for a moment and reacted quickly, coughing dryly and saying, "It's not my father's fault, there are two cups left, let me replace them!"

As he spoke, he drank the wine in the glass without waiting for An Ran to open his mouth. Yang Jie, who was also very discerning, endured his dizziness, and immediately added it again.

After the second cup, Yang Fan's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile, "Is Mr. An satisfied?"

An Ran's smile remained undiminished, and she said lightly: "People who know me, actually know that I am very magnanimous. I never care about people like cats or dogs. Mr. Yang drank too fast, but he also made me recite a sentence. In the name of a small belly, I feel uncomfortable..."

Everyone at the scene almost fainted. What you said, it’s okay to say that you didn’t drink the wine, but it’s wrong to drink it?
Even Jiang Qihe couldn't stand it anymore, his mouth was so poisonous.

Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled lightly and said, "This is the old man's fault. I have a house in the third ring road under my name. Although it is not top-notch, it has all internal organs and internal organs, and it can sell for [-] million yuan. It's an apology for ruining Mr. An's name, how about Mr. An's proposal?"

An Ran: "Someone An has a nickname called... not bad money! I wonder if Mr. Yang has heard of it?"

Yang Fan: "Of course I've heard it, and I heard that Mr. An has a girlfriend, and he loves her very much. The old man has also caught up with the fashion. Hearing some words about Mr. An on the Internet, I admire him very much. I just happened to be last year. I found a pair of bracelets from the Ming and Qing Dynasties in Xiangjiang, they are considered orphans, so let’s give them to Mr. An together.”

An Ran heard the words, but stood up abruptly, and Yang Fan, who was thinking about how to continue to increase the price, was taken aback.

Yang Jie immediately stood in front of the old man: "An Ran, what are you doing?"

An Ran glanced at Yang Jie, ignored him, looked at Yang Fan, and said indifferently: "You think I have a lot of time, don't you? I have time to cooperate with you all the time?"

Yang Fan's face returned to normal: "How about Mr. An's proposal?"

An Ran glanced at Yang Jie: "Your son also knows my conditions. I am a person who pays attention to the beginning and end of things, so I just fulfill my conditions!"

Yang Jie couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily, "Impossible..."

Before he could finish speaking, An Ran interrupted him.

An Ran looked at Yang Fan quietly, and while she was arranging her clothes, she said lightly: "Oh, by the way, you have to count on wasting my time here. It looks like four or five billion yuan every minute, from the time I entered the door to now, I roughly estimated that it is not much, it is only one billion billion, and it just happens to include your shares."

When he finished speaking, a needle could be heard at the scene, and the eyes of a group of people who came with him almost popped out. Have you ever seen someone who can pretend, but have you never seen someone who can pretend like this?
Four or five billion every minute?Why don't you go to heaven?During the meal time, you asked for tens of billions of shares?

Robbing a bank doesn't make money as fast as you do, does it?
However, An Ran ignored these people, but patted Yang Jie's shoulder, whose face was blushing, and said with a faint smile: "Wine is good wine, but it's a bit of a waste to drink it for you!"

After finishing the words, he looked at Yang Fan, who had an uncertain expression, and smiled lightly, then turned and walked out.

He didn't drink the wine, didn't eat the food, and then a faint voice came, with a bit of casualness: "I'll give your son that sentence, give it if you want, if you don't want me to take it yourself, this is not a business, no People bargain with you."

Yang Fan's face turned cold, Yang Jie drank some wine, and now he couldn't hold back his anger and wanted to chase him out, but Yang Fan raised his hand and slapped him in a daze.

Yang Fan looked at the silent Yang Jie, his face suddenly became smiling again, and he looked at Jiang Qihe: "I'm bothering Mr. Jiang this time. I promise Mr. Jiang's matter, and I will do it later."

Jiang Qihe smiled and nodded: "Mr. Yang is doing things, I don't worry. As for Mr. An, I'm sorry that I can't do anything. Let me go!"

As soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Zuo pushed the door and walked out. Seeing this, the others also got up one after another.

There are only three people left at a time!
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(End of this chapter)