The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Fei's position is on the left side of the center in the first row.

He glanced at the name posted on the seat at the same table, and then sat in his seat without showing any signs of expression.

Each VIP is only assigned a partner seat next to it, which is why the name is posted every other seat.

Seeing that there was no seat of his own, the mouse sensibly sat on the chair behind.

In this case, there is no need for bodyguards.

"Mr. Yang, would you like red wine or coffee?" Du Meiqi asked with a flattering smile.

Yang Fei said, "A cup of green tea, thank you."

Du Meiqi was slightly taken aback, and then smiled perfectly transitionally, "Okay, Mr. Yang, your taste is really high."

Yang Fei didn't bother to explain.

What to drink is completely a personal habit and freedom, what is the difference between high and low?

Moreover, Yang Fei could clearly hear that the other party clearly felt that drinking red wine or coffee was superior. The words just now were nothing more than words against his will to cater to Yang Fei, but he was too lazy to expose her hypocrisy.

"Yang Fei, the seat in the middle is still vacant. I don't know who is invited? Is it stronger than you?"

"He won't come."

"how do you know?"

"Because I just came out of his house for a visit. He told me himself that he only sent his secretary to meet the scene."

"Ah? You mean the leader?

"It was him."

"Then why put him in the middle?"

"Even if he doesn't come, his name must be in the middle. That's the rule."

Chen Mo pursed her lips and smiled, "It's just like the CEO of Meili Group having a meeting, even if you're not here, I still have to reserve the seat for you."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "You are so naughty."

Chen Moyan smiled and said, "Here comes your tea."

Du Meiqi walked over slowly with tea in her hand. The walking posture should be specially trained, like willow branches blowing by the breeze, swaying gracefully.

She walked to Yang Fei's side, bent down, and put the teacup on the table in front of Yang Fei. The evening dress with a very low slit set off her exquisite and embossed figure dizzyingly.

Yang Fei leaned back on the chair slightly, and said "Thank you."

Du Meiqi pointed to a beautifully printed register on the desktop, and said, "Mr. Yang, all the auction items for tonight's charity sale are here. These items belong to famous domestic collectors and artists. Please have a look."

Yang Fei nodded, not in a hurry to unfold it.

Du Meiqi was more anxious than Yang Fei, and took the initiative to help him open the roster, and showed Yang Fei page by page.

Her fingers are white and delicate, slender like green onions, her nails are long and painted bright red, her posture is very graceful, and every small movement seems to have been specially trained in etiquette.

It is said that a woman looks at her hands, and her hands look untouched.

Yang Fei held it in her hand and took a rough look at the auction items.

Most of the tables in the front row had twelve chairs, that is, six hosts and guests and six companions at each table. Only Yang Fei’s table was arranged with only eight chairs, four hosts and guests, and four companions. Therefore, the space between the seats is more relaxed, and it also highlights the uniqueness of the guests at this table.

What made Yang Fei ashamed was that he only knew the leader of the other three guests at the same table, and he had never heard of the other two names!

And the person who can sit on an equal footing with Yang Fei will definitely not be simple, could it be a rich man invited from other provinces?

Du Meiqi was still tirelessly introducing the exhibits to Yang Fei, when a clear and sweet voice rang out, "Mr. Yang, it's really you. I saw your back from behind, and thought I had admitted the wrong person!"

"Miss Yang, you're here too." Yang Fei smiled when he saw Yang Yuying, "Where are you sitting?"

"I'll sit over there." Yang Yuying was wearing a gown, with her hair in a bun, and she stretched out her hand to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stretched out his right hand, "There is no need to shake hands between us, right?"

Yang Yuying really didn't shake hands with him, but stretched out her arms, hugged him, put her cheek against his, and smiled softly, "Of course I don't shake hands."

Yang Fei chuckled.

At this time, Goodle led a man and a woman over again, seeing the smile on his face, it must be a distinguished guest.

Sure enough, Goodle led people to Yang Fei's table.

The man is about 50 years old, with premature hair loss on the top of his head, combing the hair on the side towards the middle, covering the Mediterranean Sea. The woman next to him is in her early twenties. She looks as pretty as her body, with heavy makeup, bright red lips, and snow-white face. , purple eye shadow, with long false eyelashes on the eyes.

On the chair opposite Yang Fei, the words "Lifu" were written, and the man sat down on that chair.

Du Meiqi walked over and said with a smile, "This is Mr. Zhang's secretary, right? Please sit here."

The woman with heavy make-up snorted, "Who is the secretary? Which eye of yours looks like a secretary to me? I am Mrs. Zhang! Mrs.! Do you understand? President Gu, who are you inviting? Such a lack of vision ? Can’t you figure it out beforehand?”

Du Meiqi was scolded, although she was wronged, she didn't dare to attack, she said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."

"Who is Mrs.? Am I very old? Mrs. is an old woman's name! Just call me Mrs.!"

"Yes, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."

"Be careful next time!" Mrs. Zhang lifted the corner of her skirt and sat down proudly.

Chen Mo wanted to laugh when he heard it, but he knew it was absolutely inappropriate to laugh at this time, so he could only bear it.

Goodle quickly apologized, and then reprimanded Du Meiqi, saying, "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, it's because we didn't do a good job, sorry."

Zhang Lifu's eyes never left Du Meiqi, and he waved his hands, "It's okay, it's okay, who is this beauty?"

Gu Dele said, "He is Miss Du Meiqi, the secretary of our general meeting."

"Miss Du," Zhang Lifu said with a smile, "good name, nice to meet you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Du Meiqi's hand.

Mrs. Zhang slapped the back of his hand lightly, and said unhappily, "Darling, she insulted me as your secretary! You scold her for me!"

Zhang Lifu had no choice but to withdraw his hand and said, "Okay, stop making trouble, let people see the joke."

Mrs. Zhang turned around in displeasure, and snorted angrily.

At this time, Chen Mo couldn't help being so teased by this pair of live treasures, and burst out laughing.