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"What are you doing here!"

Yang Jing shouted loudly: "They all came to see my jokes, right!"

He yelled inexplicably, everyone was confused by him, probably only Ye Hanzheng present knew what kind of style Prince Yang was, but he couldn't control it, and he wouldn't step forward casually.

The visiting guests talked a lot, some knew it was the prince of the Yang family, some didn't know him at all, and thought he was a lunatic, Mr. Yang came late, he didn't live up to expectations, he never took out, people he knew Naturally, there were not many, Yang Jing smelled of alcohol, and seeing the contempt, ridicule, and doubtful faces became even more angry, and rushed into the crowd waving a baseball bat, screaming all over the place, and everyone hurriedly dispersed Open, Mr. Zhang is probably a little bit drunk. Seeing that the stick was about to hit him, he still didn't dodge slowly. Ye Hanzheng quickly pushed him aside. When he wanted to hide again, it seemed that it was too late. He wanted to raise his arm to protect him. Suddenly, his wrist tightened, and he was suddenly pulled behind him, blocking his sight.

Ye Hanzheng gasped for breath, staring blankly at the generous back, before Yang Jing's stick fell, he was kicked out by a long leg, and fell on the glass shards all over the floor, and passed out from the pain.

"Sigh." With a long sigh, Mr. Yang showed up and apologized to the big guys: "Just now, the dog didn't live up to it and disturbed everyone. Everyone should go back and rest first. After the hall is cleaned up, come over to drink and chat."

Ye Hanzheng didn't leave, but was still blocked by that person. He was tall, and his wide palm could wrap his entire hand.

"Master...Master..."

The man turned around when he heard the voice, it was Lu Mingxiao whom he hadn't seen in ten years.

"Master!" Ye Hanzheng's burst of joy at that moment was indescribable, and he hastily called out again, but Lu Mingxiao let go of his hand, and looked away lightly.

Old Mr. Yang came over and said, "Mr. Lu laughed."

"It's okay." Lu Mingxiao spat out two words and said in a low voice.

People change, let alone seeing each other in ten years. Lu Mingxiao was proud and self-willed when he was a child. Although he often had a straight face, he could talk, laugh and lose his temper. The pool-like eyes are boundless, and no emotion can be seen.

Ye Hanzheng didn't know how to speak to him, and stared blankly at him as he returned to the guest room upstairs.

It turns out... none of the three lit rooms yesterday was his temporary residence.

Mr. Yang looked at the servants cleaning up the mess, turned his head, saw Ye Hanzheng still standing there, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "Is it Xiaoye from Xuzhou Company?"

Ye Hanzheng came back to his senses, and hurried to him: "Yes, Director Yang, long time no see." He took the gifts on the table and handed them to Mr. Yang: "Mr. Xu asked me to come here to celebrate your birthday .”

Old Mr. Yang didn't seem to be affected by the farce, so he took it and opened it to have a look: "Oh, where did you find this?"

Ye Hanzheng said: "I came here in a hurry, I couldn't buy it from a famous artist, so I had to go to the antique market to choose one. I don't know how to do it, so I made you laugh."

"Whether famous or not, I think it's a good choice." Yang Lao saw that he really liked it, and Ye Hanzheng felt relieved. He didn't want to talk about business in this situation, but Yang Lao opened the door first.

"Today, are you here to discuss the renewal of the contract?"

"You know?"

Mr. Yang said: "I haven't returned it yet, I know exactly what that bastard wants to do."

Ye Hanzheng said: "Yes, Mr. Xu means, let me tell you, and after he comes back, I will talk to Young Master Yang in detail."

Old Yang said, "There's no need to talk to him in detail."

"That......"

"It's useless to talk to me." Mr. Yang picked up the purple clay teapot that Ye Hanzheng gave him to play, and looked upstairs: "You, you have to talk to him."

he?Could it be...it refers to Lu Mingxiao?

"I've already sold the company to the Lu family." Elder Yang sighed, "It's good to sell it. My son is worthless. Sooner or later he will lose everything. It doesn't matter if he spends all the money. I'm going to die anyway, and I won't be able to get his bonus. But I need a reputation, and I, Yang Yifeng, have been in business for many years, so I can't be ruined by that bastard son."

Yifeng Group did not lose money, and it is the only one in Zhongzhou City. The benefits it can create in the future are unpredictable, so it was sold so simply, and Lu Mingxiao just bought it so simply.

I don't know whether to say that the Lu family is rich, or that Old Yang is kind-hearted.

A few hours later, the birthday party continued. Mr. Yang had indeed experienced a storm, he should be polite and exchange pleasantries, as if the farce just now had never happened, Lu Mingxiao did not come out again, Ye Hanzheng tried to go up to find him, but was caught by him today. The person who asked for directions blocked the door, "Sorry, Mr. Lu is busy, so we don't see any visitors."

guest......

With a restless heart, Ye Hanzheng gradually sank, nodded to the man, and went downstairs.

At around nine o'clock, the birthday party was completely over. Mr. Zhang left in a hurry, Ye Hanzheng didn't stay any longer, and sent the people out. Mr. Yang was still tired. A little lonely, sitting in the empty hall and looking at the door, in his hand is the purple sand pot sent by Ye Hanzheng, the child looks like a good boy who was deceived, such a small thing can buy about ten pieces for 50 yuan in the antique market, I don't know how many times he spent the price.

But the patterns are really well carved, which suits Mr. Yang's wishes.

While studying, the door of the guest room opened, Mr. Yang raised his head, stood up himself, and repeated: "Mr. Lu laughed."

Lu Mingxiao didn't say anything, and Elder Yang invited him to sit down and continue talking about the company's affairs, "I'll ask the secretary to deliver the specific regulations to your house in person. When you come back this time, are you going to live in Qi'an?"

Lu Mingxiao let out a "hmm", and his eyes rested on Old Yang's pot.

"That's enough to walk around from time to time. I haven't seen Mr. Lu for many years. How is his health?"

Lu Mingxiao said, "Very good."

"That's good, that's good." Noticing his gaze again, he picked up the pot and said, "This pot is good, although the workmanship is rough, but the lines are rare, and Xiaoye's child is also good. Their company has some simple pots with us. Cooperation, if there is not much change in the future, we can continue to cooperate." Yang Lao was kind enough to help with a few words first, but Lu Mingxiao didn't want to talk about work at this time, so he still looked at the handle pot.

I have received countless gifts today, but this was the only one delivered to Old Yang's heart. He could tell that Lu Mingxiao wanted it, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Boss Lu to be interested in these things too? I still have them in the study upstairs, how about Go up and have a look?"

Lu Mingxiao said: "No need, the one you have is fine."

This was the longest sentence he said after the meeting, but Mr. Yang was not fresh enough, so he didn't want to give it. He said, "I like this one..."

Lu Mingxiao glanced at him, and said coldly and forcefully, "You don't like it."