The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

After a good sleep, Xia Haoyang woke up and even missed lunch, but he felt relaxed all over and focused, unlike when he just came to the company in the morning, sitting in the office chair with those documents in his hands, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Are there any other documents that need to be signed?" Xia Haoyang handed the signed documents to Sister Fei at the front desk.

"And this is what I just received. It's the quotation that Sister Juzi sent to the company to buy an airplane. You need to sign it." The front desk flight attendant handed over another contract document that needed Xia Haoyang's signature.

Xia Haoyang didn't waste any words, and didn't even look at the price on the quotation sheet, and directly signed his name. "Do you think this is okay?"

Sister Fei took it and looked at it: "It still needs a company stamp."

"Seal? Check whether it's in Juzi's hand or Xiao Liu's. Ask her to stamp it." After saying this, Xia Haoyang returned to his office. He didn't care who had the company's seal, which he was originally responsible for managing.

His stomach started to growl, so Xia Haoyang, who had missed lunch, ordered a takeout.

Ordinary people are curious about what rich people eat. Some of them are really extravagant, but most people actually eat the same ordinary food. For example, Xiaomi founder Lei Jun revealed that he packed soybean milk and fried dough sticks to bring to the company in the morning; the national son-in-law Sicong often buys cold noodles, roujiamo, egg pancakes or hand-grabbed pancakes from roadside stalls; Hong Kong's richest man, Uncle Ka Shing, revealed that his lunch is just a home-cooked meal of one meat, one vegetable and one soup.

What would it be like to be extravagant? For example, Mr. Yin, the former president of Daxiang Group, loved cigars so much that he collected a whole room of Cuban cigars. He once suddenly wanted to eat Australian lobsters, so he arranged for someone to fly a private plane to Australia overnight to buy the treasures, and then use them to make porridge the next morning. He would also fly from Pengcheng to Yancheng or Shencheng just to have breakfast.

So there are all kinds of people, but in the entertainment industry, in places where fans and audiences can't see, although those idols and actors are considered rich compared to the general public, they are actually very restrained in their eating habits.

Mainly because they are worried that their body shape will affect their work, most artists and actors have strict requirements on food, basically they just boil vegetables in water, no matter they are male or female. The more popular the star idol is, the stricter they are in body management. Perhaps those artists and idols who have faded out of people's sight will indulge themselves a little.

Xia Haoyang doesn't need to appear in the spotlight often, so he doesn't deliberately restrain himself from eating. Even when he is on a diet, he can still order a "junk meal" at will.

After the takeaway was delivered, Xia Haoyang ate a hamburger and drank Coke in his office. "I still think McDonald's hamburgers are better than KFC's."

"Don't eat that stuff. Fast food is garbage. Let's go eat something delicious after get off work. I'll treat you." Han Xiyu said disdainfully.

"It's only two o'clock now, and it's still early to get off work. Don't worry, they are just two burgers, and I can digest them in two hours. I won't miss the big dinner you treat me to in the evening." Xia Haoyang replied.

"By the way, Fatty, the school has been in good shape after a few months of construction. Do you want to go take a look?"

"There's no rush for now. Recently, I'll finish the scripts I promised to several companies. I guess they've almost finished filming the second script."

"Don't be so anxious. I remember you were the second script we asked them to come to the company to pick up before the New Year. It hasn't even been released yet, so why are you asking you for a new script so urgently?" Han Xiyu asked curiously.

"Maybe other domestic companies are not so anxious, but the one in Hong Kong has definitely finished filming. They have always been very efficient. Mr. Teng called me a few days ago. When he heard that I was in Vancouver to attend my second brother's wedding, he didn't say anything, but I knew what he meant. The script must have been filmed, and they are anxious to make money, so they want the third script." Xia Haoyang smiled.

"It sounds nice to say that it's efficient, but I think they are just crazy about making money. Don't worry about it, Fatty, just go at your own pace. It's okay to give them the script in June, but don't put your health at risk." Han Xiyu frowned, not very satisfied with the Xiangjiang Anyi Gang's urgent request for the script.

? "It's okay, I know my limits, and writing a script outline is not as hard as you think." Xia Haoyang himself didn't care.

When it was time to get off work, we had already informed everyone at the company that Han Xiyu was treating us, so a large group of people drove to a celebrity restaurant which has become very popular in recent years.

Xia Haoyang did not drive his own Cadillac XT6, but instead drove Han Xiyu's sports car - the bright red Mercedes-Benz AMG GT.

Because it was the same bright red color, Xia Haoyang was reminded of the Aston Martin that his second brother gave him.

"Don't mention it, the driving experience of a sports car is different from that of my SUV. Although the space is a bit smaller, it is indeed more comfortable in all aspects." After driving for a year, Xia Haoyang can slowly feel the difference between different cars.

"That's nonsense. I accompanied you to buy that Cadillac of yours, and it was just over 400,000 yuan. The price of my Mercedes-Benz is right there." Han Xiyu is very proud of his sports car.

Xia Haoyang just nodded and looked around at the interior of the car. He felt that this car seemed not as luxurious as the Aston Martin that his second brother gave him.

"Brother Yu, be careful, there is someone riding a bicycle crossing the road in front of you, don't hit him." Tianci, who was sitting in the passenger seat, reminded.

"Damn it, he dared to run the traffic light when it was about to turn red. He asked for it by getting hit." Han Xiyu said carelessly, but he braked the car in time. After all, the braking performance of a sports car is not to be boasted about.

"That's not right. Isn't it about protecting the vulnerable? No matter what the circumstances, if a car hits someone, the car is responsible. Even if the light is green, it depends on whether it is fully responsible or only bears part of the responsibility. Brother Yu, you'd better be careful." Tianci advised.

"I know, I just don't like him. Look, he was winking at me on the other side of the road. Damn, you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person. If I had known, I would not have braked in time and hit this bastard instead." Han Xiyu said viciously.

"It's a good thing we didn't bump into each other, otherwise, Xiaoyuzi, you will regret it." Xia Haoyang said lightly.

"Besides, why would I regret hitting him? This is our green light. He broke the law. I am willing to hit him as long as I can pay for his medical expenses."

"Medical expenses? That's a small matter, but did you notice his bicycle?" Xia Haoyang's eyes were fixed on the person riding a bicycle outside the window.

"What's wrong with his bicycle? Is it Forever or Phoenix? It may look a bit cool, but what's the big deal? Just don't damage my Mercedes, otherwise he won't be able to afford the compensation." Han Xiyu said with disdain.