Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Song Yaze stood in front of the mirror in the cloakroom, looking at himself in the mirror who was ready for battle.

He wore navy-blue trousers that fell just above his ankles, a linen shirt, and a slim watch on his left wrist.

He looked completely different from when he was in suits and ties. He looked natural and warm.

He bent over, approached the floor-to-ceiling mirror, picked up the wooden comb, and tidied his hair leisurely.When every strand of hair was docile, he put down the comb, smiled at himself, pursed his pale red lips, and stretched upwards to both sides.

"It's time to play." He looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself with a smile.

As for Yan Yu in the downstairs bedroom, in order not to embarrass his Brother Song, he also spent a long time, and even asked his mother to give advice in person.

As a standard full-time woman, Yu Guimei usually spends all her time shopping with a group of middle-aged women who look like best friends but actually hurt enemies, except eating melon seeds at home and watching TV.

She emptied out all the clothes in Yan Yu's closet, and while disliking Yan Yu's lack of taste in choosing clothes, she hurriedly picked out a few pleasing ones and ironed them.

Finally, after tossing for an hour, Yan Yu stood in front of the mirror wearing the clothes his mother had ironed on the spot, looking at himself after tidying up.

He is heroic, and every part of his body shows strength and youth.

Yu Guimei looked at her son, who was rough and carefree since he was a child, and finally paid attention to it today, and she was very happy.She squinted her eyes, looked at her tall and tall son, and said a little proudly:

"Dressed up like this, you still look like a dog!"

"That is, your son, I will be a police grass in the future!"

He picked up the mobile phone on the table, wiped off the dust on the screen, and put the mobile phone firmly in his trouser pocket.

"Hey, if you applied for the financial department of the University of Finance and Economics back then..."

"Mom, stop!" Yan Yu regretted that he said the word "police" just now.

The two got into the car, Song Yaze held the steering wheel, glanced at Yan Yu who was sitting in the co-pilot, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you all ready?"

"Brother Song, don't worry, I've used this thing countless times, and it's absolutely fine." Yan Yu glanced at the small gold watch on Song Yaze's wrist, then touched the phone in his pocket, and nodded firmly.

"Very good, let's go!" Song Yaze stepped on the accelerator as he said.

The two arrived at the private room of the hotel half an hour earlier.

This private room is the most high-end private room in this hotel and even in the entire Jiangzhou. From the wallpaper to the table decoration, it adopts the Rococo style, showing retro luxury and classic elegance.The entire private room has a circular vault, and the vault is decorated with portraits telling stories from the Bible.

When the two of them stepped into the private room following the guidance of the hotel waiter, they even had the illusion of stepping into the noble court of Western Europe in the Middle Ages.

However, they didn't come too early - Fang Yonggang was already sitting in the private room with his daughter.

Fang Yonggang is already 50 years old this year, but his mind has not expanded with age, but his mind has grown a lot.

He is wearing a beige Buddhist meditation suit, and looks like a person who has practiced Zen for many years; he has a serious face, big eyes with copper bells, long and thick eyebrows, round and big earlobes, which is really a sign of blessing; Holding a string of Buddhist beads in it, turning it slowly, it looks like a fairy!

Sitting next to Fang Yonggang is his dignified and generous daughter Fang Jiamin.

She put her knees together in a very ladylike manner, her long straight black hair was tied up with a purple ribbon, and a lustrous and soft pearl necklace was wrapped around her fair and slender neck; From her lips, one can detect a trace of charming breath.

Yes, the father and daughter like to use the Buddha skin to cover the ghost body the most!But people in the world still like this set, which is called "sleek".How pitiful people are, they don't even know the truth, so they go after them.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries.After a while, Liu Yuanhang brought his daughter Liu Wei into the private room.

Liu Yuanhang is over forty years old, tall and thin, with high cheekbones, his eyes are protruding because he is too thin, his lips are thin, and his complexion is yellowish, which makes him look a bit rigid.

He is wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with every button firmly buttoned. In this hot summer season, he seems to be out of tune with the outside world; his face is dignified, he looks nervous, and he walks fast and in a hurry.

And Liu Wei, who was following behind him, was like a person from two worlds with her father.

She inherited her father's tall and thin figure, but her bust is proud enough. Her small waist is exposed because of the navel dress, and she also wears a navel ring; Fang Jiamin is much more eye-catching.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Song, I'm late!"

When Liu Yuanhang saw the four people in front of him, a smile finally appeared on his tense face. He quickly bowed his body and shook hands one by one, looking more excited.

"It's not too late! Brother Liu looks very energetic today! Xiao Wei is also very beautiful!"

When Liu Wei heard Fang Yonggang's praise, she was immediately elated; she glanced at Fang Jiamin who was behind Fang Yonggang, who was dressed impenetrably, and she was even more elated.Her face was full of joy, without any concealment, she taunted with a shrill voice with her red lips open:

"What did Uncle Fang say, I think Jiamin is beautiful today!"

Fang Jiamin was obviously well-bred, she pursed her lips and smiled lightly, and only said three words: "I'm laughing."

As a junior, Song Yaze took Yan Yu and took the initiative to greet Liu Yuanhang and his daughter.

"Mr. Liu, it's been a long time."

Liu Yuanhang looked at this young man who was driven into a desperate situation, and a guilty conscience flashed in his eyes.He held Song Yaze's hand a little stiffly:

"...It's been a long time, Mr. Song."

His tone was a little unsteady.

"Mr. Liu is sweating a lot on his forehead. It must be because he has been too busy recently and his body is a little weak. Take care of yourself, the body is the capital of the revolution!"

Song Yaze looked at Liu Yuanhang, who was sweating and guilty, and said tentatively with a pun.

"That's natural, thank you Mr. Song for your concern."

Liu Yuanhang took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, then folded the handkerchief neatly, put it in his pocket, and gradually recovered his usual tense and serious look.

The six greeted each other with a half-smile, and took their seats one after another.Regarding tonight's banquet, they both knew each other well, and the atmosphere gradually fell silent.

The critical moment finally arrived.

When the golden door with engraved patterns was opened by the waiter bowing his body, Jiang Yuan's black and precious Hermès leather shoes stepped firmly on the wool carpet, and everyone stood up to greet him with a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Song Yaze deeply understood the mystery of the idiom "Fengpi makes brilliance", even though this private room is not "Pengpi".

Prestige without anger, yes, prestige without anger, Jiang Yuan has a natural sense of oppression all over his body.He is not extremely handsome, but he is also imposing, and his raised chin shows his innate majesty.

He has broad shoulders, and exudes a strong masculine aura, but he is frozen by his cold and stern temperament, making people dare not look directly at him.

Fang Yonggang forgot to move the Buddhist beads in his hand, and sighed in his heart, after all, he is a wealthy family who has been in business for generations, and the nobility in his gestures cannot be learned by nouveau riche in a lifetime; let alone Liu Yuanhang, he went out in cold sweat The sweat soaked the shirt in the Chinese tunic suit.

Seeing Jiang Yuan, Song Yaze took a deep breath, collected himself, and looked behind Jiang Yuan——

Sure enough, it was Bai Li!

Bai Li raised his chin slightly and looked into the private room, vaguely saw Song Yaze's figure, and immediately lowered his head again.

After Song Yaze saw Bai Li, he turned his head and exchanged glances with Yan Yu beside him.Yan Yu nodded lightly, and the two of them knew each other.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang! I am Fang Yonggang, the chairman of Fengmao Company." Fang Yonggang's thick and powerful voice was full of sincerity, but it showed an extremely neither humble nor overbearing attitude, quite like an elder.

Jiang Yuan nodded slightly, and held Fang Yonggang's hand, "Mr. Fang, I've heard of Fengmao's name in Jiangzhou."

His voice is a typical bass, with a Cantonese accent, a bit hoarse and very heavy.

When Liu Yuanhang and Liu Wei arrived, the atmosphere was not so harmonious.

When Jiang Yuan held Liu Yuanhang's hand, he found that the other's hand was covered with cold sweat.He frowned imperceptibly, his polite habits made him hold back his disgust, and he exchanged greetings with Liu Yuanhang as usual.

But Liu Wei took the initiative to step forward, grabbed Jiang Yuan's hand, and pressed his palm tightly against his palm without any scruples. Her red lips parted, raising a charming arc.

Jiang Yuan's disgust was obvious, he frowned, his eyes and face were extremely cold at the same time, and said coldly:

"Miss Liu wears so little, isn't it cold?"

Liu Weiru took a slap in the face, she quickly lowered her head and retreated behind her father.

Seeing Liu Wei's frustration, Fang Jiamin was immediately elated, but the expression on his face remained the same; Liu Yuanhang was shocked, thinking that this time, let alone marrying a daughter, even the cooperation project would probably be aborted. He trembled slightly until Jiang Yuan walked towards Song Yaze couldn't control it afterwards.

"Mr. Jiang, I am Song Yaze, the chairman of Zhendong Company."

Song Yaze's voice was low, with a refreshing smile on his face.

Jiang Yuan saw that Song Yaze was stunned, and then held his hand: "I didn't expect Zhendong's chairman to be so young, he is really a young talent."

Bai Li finally saw Song Yaze up close who hadn't seen him for many days.

At this time, Song Yaze looked very calm and elegant, with deep and steady eyes, he was not that cynical upstart boy at all.

Bai Li suppressed his heartbeat, pretended to be pure and innocent, and stretched out his hand to Song Yaze:

"Mr. Song, meeting for the first time."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bai."

Song Yaze narrowed his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

He saw that the emotional orientation value on Baili's head slowly rose to 30, and the image displayed was himself; the career orientation value was 0.

After the eight people with different thoughts greeted briefly, they took their seats.The real contest begins now.