Shenhao: Tearing up the wedding vows at the beginning

Chapter 22

Jiang Han smiled and took the elevator to the office on the top floor.

After you finish taking care of the important things first, you will have plenty of time to show off in front of them.

Looking at the thick folders on the desk, Jiang Han carefully read each file before confirming his signature.

It's not that she doesn't trust Qin Yan, it's just that things like signing and stamping must be done carefully.

Otherwise, if you are careless, the Xifulai Hotel may become someone else's property.

Seeing that it was almost finished, Jiang Han called Qin Yan and asked, "Xiaoqin, which room are Yang He and the others eating in?"

"Room Nine."

"Well, give them a few bottles of Romanee-Conti dry red later."

"Okay, President Jiang."

Qin Yan nodded slightly, and immediately went to make arrangements.

She is a person who knows how to measure, it is not within the scope of her duties, and she never asks more questions.

Since the boss ordered, just do it.

At that time, Hall No. [-].

There are three tables in the spacious and luxurious venue, all of which are arranged according to the highest standard.

Yang He sits in the C position like the stars and the moon, and is always the center of the topic.

"Brother Yang, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, you and Xiaohong are a match made in heaven."

"That's right, that toad Jiang Han thought he could eat swan meat for hundreds of thousands? It's wishful thinking."

"I don't know where Jiang Han found out about our party, and rented a supercar to come here. I almost died laughing."

"Brother Yang, you are really capable. You can earn millions every year, and Jiang Han can only boast a few words."

Everyone praised him one after another, just to leave a deep impression in front of Yang He.

If you can be cultivated by rich people, you can avoid a lot of detours in your future work.

Chen Xiaohong leaned on Yang He's shoulder, and said tenderly: "There is nothing in Jiang Han's body that can compare to Brother Yang."

Yang He looked serious, and put on a preaching attitude, "The most important thing to be a man is to be down-to-earth. People like Jiang Han will only be like this for the rest of their lives. No one will want to be a security guard when they get older."

Everyone laughed, it seemed that belittling Jiang Han had become a habit.

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Just then, the box door was pushed open.

A beautiful waiter walked in with a dining cart and placed nine bottles of Romanee-Conti dry red on three tables.

Looking at the dry red in front of him, the atmosphere in the box stopped for an instant.

Romanee-Conti is one of the top ten famous red wine brands in the world, and its price is extremely expensive.

A bottle of the cheapest Romanee-Conti costs more than 7000 yuan.

What is placed on the table at this time is the classic Romanee-Conti, 750ml per bottle, but the price is more than 8 yuan.

A total of nine bottles, that is 70 upwards.

Let alone a millionaire, even a multi-millionaire may not necessarily be able to afford this kind of wine.

Yang He's expression was slightly stiff, "Waiter, did you serve the wrong wine?"

"These bottles of wine were given by our general manager, and they are not included in this consumption." The waiter explained with a smile.

"A gift?" Yang He raised his eyebrows, becoming even more confused.

In the past, when I went to a high-end restaurant to eat, the boss would give some discounts or give away something in order to win over big customers.

But this is a famous wine worth 10,000+, how can it be given away casually?

Not to mention myself, even the chairman of Wu's Real Estate didn't get this kind of treatment.

"Yeah, yes." The waiter nodded, and then pushed the dining car out of the box.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at the Romanee-Conti red wine on the table, they all froze in place and did not dare to move.

In their opinion, this wine was given to Yang He by the general manager.

Then without Yang He's permission, none of them dared to open such expensive red wine.

"Brother Yang, you have such a wide network of contacts that you even know the general manager of the Joyful Hotel."

"This is 8 yuan a bottle of Romanee-Conti, a famous wine that I have never drank in my dreams."

"Give out seven 10,000+ at once, the general manager doesn't have that much power, does he?"

"What are you thinking about? It must be that the boss of Xifulai wants to take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Brother Yang, and then invest in Brother Yang's company."

"Brother Yang's company is booming, and it will be a matter of time before it goes public. The boss of Xifulai spent 70 today to build a good relationship with Brother Yang. In a few years, he can earn dozens of times and come back. He doesn't lose at all."

Everyone chattered, and gradually dispelled Yang He's doubts, even he himself thought it was the case.

Since the company got on the right track, it has gradually emerged in Lin'an City.

A lot of capital wanted to invest money in, but Yang He rejected them all.

Thinking of this, Yang He straightened his back, with a proud smile on his face, "Why are you just sitting there, open the wine and pour it up."

"Okay, Brother Yang." Everyone eagerly opened the wine.

The rich fruity aroma pervades the air, and the smell of money is in the air.

Chen Xiaohong shook the red wine in the glass, and suggested: "It's all thanks to Brother Yang that we can get together again and drink such expensive wine. Let's all respect Brother Yang."

After the words fell, everyone got up one after another, looked at Yang He and toasted.

"They are all old classmates for many years, so don't be so polite."

Yang He smiled, his vanity was greatly satisfied.

The reason for holding an alumni reunion is not to meet old classmates.

It's simply that it has risen in recent years and wants to show off in front of others.

If given the chance, he could still overthrow the former school belle, so why not do it?

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The box door was pushed open again, and Jiang Han walked in with a smile, "I'm all eating, are you satisfied with the hotel's food, drinks and service?"

"Whether you are satisfied or not has nothing to do with you? You said it as if you were the owner of the Joyful Hotel."

"We didn't invite you to our alumni gathering. It's so shameless of you to come so uninvited."

"Hurry up and get out, don't stand here to block your eyes, it spoils our interest in eating."

Everyone was furious.

Instead of being angry, Jiang Han smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm really the owner of the Joyful Hotel."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

They expected Jiang Han to show off, but they didn't expect Jiang Han to show off so much.

The owner of the Joyful Hotel is a billionaire.

Chen Xiaohong said viciously: "First you slapped your face in the bar to pretend to be fat, then rented a supercar to meet the alumni of Pingci, and now you boast that you are the boss of Xifulai, Jiang Han, are you out of your mind?"

"Do you think that by packaging yourself as a rich person, you can make us look up to you? Put away your poor and pathetic vanity."

Yang He raised his head, looked Jiang Han up and down, and said lightly: "Did you see the nine bottles of Romanee-Conti dry red on the table? It was given by the boss of Xifulai. I almost forgot. People at your level don't know this brand at all. .”

"But it doesn't matter, I just need to call the general manager of the hotel, and everything will be revealed."

"Okay, I'll wait." Jiang Han replied calmly.

(End of this chapter)