My Life Can Hang

Didi's acquisition of Qingju Technology was a multi-billion dollar transaction.

They had always known Chen Dongcheng for a long time, and it was the first time they met today.

"Hello Chen Shao, I'm Lin Xidi, you can just call me wonderful brother."

Lin Xidi started the first one, followed by two introductions in turn, and each Chen Dongcheng responded with a smile and a handshake.

Besides Lin Xidi, there were two people in the private room.

They are Li Xianglong and the eldest son of Li Ning Group.

Liu Song, nicknamed Chestnut Head.

In the past, Chen Dongcheng just heard that Li Xianglong was the eldest son of Li Ning Group, and thought he was Li Ning's son.

In fact, Li Ning is just his uncle.

Fu Songyang smiled and said: "Everyone is familiar with it, so it's easy to handle. Let's have a drink first, ask a few girls to chat, and then go to the old place."

"Let's talk first, I'll pay the bill today, so don't be polite to me."

Lin Xidi was the first to speak, with an air of arrogance.

"It's hard for Chen Shao to give me face today, I'll ask you this time, I won't be able to run away from you next time."

Fu Songyang waved his hand and settled the matter.

Lin Xidi's face was a little helpless, but he was actually relieved.

Don't look at how loud he shouted just now, it's just an appearance.

His family's Yangfan Group has been getting worse and worse in recent years, and its market value has shrunk dramatically.

A trace of contempt flashed in the depths of Li Xianglong and Liu Song's pupils, but they were well hidden.

They are all mixed up in the same circle, and they all know the situation in Lin Xidi's family.

Speaking of which, Lin Xidi is also a legend in the second-generation circle, the first god-man to gather the three great chariots.

All kinds of money-spending and prodigal behaviors have led a trend.

When you mention a wonderful brother in the second-generation circle, you will give a thumbs up and praise the other person as a person who understands cars and loves to play with cars.

But what's the use of that, the source of their own funds will be cut off.

Lin Xidi was so enthusiastic about Chen Dongcheng, but he was also planning for the worst.

If the Yangfan Group is really over, maybe he will have to sell cars for blood transfusions.

Now if we can develop one more powerful buyer, that is one.

chapter 333, secret

Fu Songyang waved to the waiter, and some people started serving wine and fruit plates.

Sitting on the Givenchy sofa, the body can relax to the fullest.

They opened a private room, except for the waiters who came in and out, only the voices of their conversations.

"Just the few of us are too boring, let's find some girls."

Li Xianglong chatted for a while and suddenly suggested.

Lin happily asked, "Who will contact you?"

"Come on, I have a younger brother who has a lot of Internet celebrities in his hands, so I called a few to help."

As Fu Songyang said, he took out his mobile phone and called: "It's me, arranging a few top-level coming to Fugu meetings, yes, the private room I often come to."

After that, he simply hung up.

"Come on, have a drink."

Fu Songyang held up the cup and nodded to Chen Dongcheng with a smile: "Chen Shao, have fun."

Chen Dongcheng responded with a smile, wondering what Fu Songyang meant when he played like this.

The few people present were top second-generations worth over [-] million, and the topics of chat were very jumpy.

I will talk about the entertainment industry for a while, then I will talk about investing again, and soon it will turn to women.

The chatting style is changeable, but every time he talks about a topic and analyzes the angle of the problem, Chen Dongcheng keeps nodding his head.

These people grew up under the command of their family members. They seem to be cynical, and they don't know how shrewd they are.

It's like Liu Song, nicknamed Chestnut Head, who made a small loan company by himself and easily earns tens of millions every year.

Even Kunming Square is his family's industry. The family is involved in too many industries, and it can be called a local snake in Yun Province.

After a bottle of champagne, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Enter."

Fu Songyang sat on the seat, leaning towards the door.

The four girls who walked in were all pretty, and they belonged to the Internet celebrity standard.

He has a melon face, a high nose bridge, and his eyes are a bit bigger than ordinary people, and his figure is also the type that a man would like to see when he sees it.

Overall, none scored below 90.

It can be seen that Fu Songyang put a lot of thought into it.

"Pay the total."

The four girls shouted in unison.

"Well, you choose, don't let the beauties be left out in the cold."

Fu Songyang smiled, pointed to a few girls and said to Chen Dongcheng and the others.

Chen Dongcheng picked one at random, and the girl introduced herself as Qiu Shiwen.

With 10,000+ fans on Weibo and Little Blue Book, he is considered a small internet celebrity.

"Mr. Chen."

Qiu Shiwen shouted respectfully.

It was explained before they came, and their biggest task today is to make the few in front of them happy.

Chen Dongcheng nodded lightly and continued chatting with the other young masters.

Fu Songyang didn't care too much. He sat at the Fugu Club for a while, gave Chen Dongcheng a seat, and left a black card.

There are only three letters VIP on the front of the card, a series of numbers on the back, and no other words.

"We'll see you here later."

Qiu Shiwen followed Chen Dongcheng obediently, waiting for Fu Songyang and the others to leave one after another, and explained intimately.

"Mr. Chen, I heard from friends that this is a relatively private club. Many rich people come here to avoid private detectives outside."

After hearing Qiu Shiwen say this, Chen Dongcheng understood.

What do rich people fear most?

That is divorce.

It's not that I am reluctant to love, but that I am reluctant to work hard for the family property.

If some photos are taken by a private detective, the wife will have the evidence, and their property will shrink in minutes.

In contrast, this kind of private club is a safe place to go.

Qiu Shiwen saw the phantom, his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to take Chen Dongcheng's arm.

Wearing suspenders and hot pants, the sexy and hot Qiu Shiwen is no wonder he can become a small Internet celebrity, and his figure is very good.

Sitting in the car, Qiu Shiwen's heart has changed from reluctance to initiative to please.

However, she saw that Chen Dongcheng had been closing his eyes and resting, and did not dare to disturb.

Pang Zhengyang drove his car to a private club near the Fifth Ring Road. There was no sign outside the private club, and there was no parking at the entrance.

But on the roadside not far away, seven or eight luxury cars were parked here and there.

Not a sports car, just some luxury cars like Bentleys and Rolls Royces.

The clubhouse has a total of five floors. From the outside, it is even a bit shabby, and the doors and windows are closed.

Chen Dongcheng walked forward on his own, while Qiu Shiwen stepped on high heels and followed quickly.

The first floor entrance is a dark red heavy wooden door.

As soon as the door was opened, the first thing that caught the eye was a dark and empty hall, about 20 square meters.

The dark yellow marble floor looks a little cold.

Brown planks were nailed to the walls on both sides, and at the end of the corridor was an ordinary lift.

This feeling is very strange, like entering a different world, instantly isolated from the busy traffic outside the door.

Two 1.8-meter-old men with flat heads and black shirts stood at the door to stop Chen Dongcheng and the others.

Chen Dongcheng nodded to Qiu Shiwen, and Qiu Shiwen quickly took out the black membership card: "This is Mr. Chen's membership card."

One of the black-clothed men took the membership card and glanced at it, with a very scary smile: "Welcome to Mr. Chen."

After speaking, he returned the membership card to Qiu Shiwen with both hands, bowed slightly to the other big man in black, and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation towards the elevator.

Qiu Shiwen had heard about this place from a friend before, but it was the first time he came here.

Just looking at the two black-clothed men at the door, with people with other thoughts in their arms, would probably be scared to death.

The first floor is not open to the public, and Fu Songyang sent a WeChat message: "Chen Shao, come to the second floor."

The elevator's upward speed was not fast, and after five or six seconds, the elevator door opened.

For a moment, the orange light entered his eyes, and a waiter in a small black vest blocked the elevator door and handed over two towels.

Chen Dongcheng wiped his hands calmly and handed the towel to the waiter.