The Peerless God of War of the Female President

The next day, at the Rilton Hotel in Shangchuan City.

Early in the morning, Yang Chen was sitting in the teahouse in the hotel lobby, drinking tea while browsing the Shangchuan Morning News in his hand.

Wang Yan next to him was wearing a brand new suit, while Xie Ting was arranging his tie.

"Brother, do you think my image is okay? It's my first day at work, so don't be too embarrassing."

Yang Chen glanced at it and said with a smile: "No problem, Fan Er, the president of the company."

"Brother, do you think I can do it? I have been in Hailu for four years, and the biggest official I have ever been was the squad leader. Now I manage tens of thousands of people at once. It's really a bit..."

"It doesn't matter, you have been driving a taxi for so many years, and you know the disadvantages of this industry better than anyone else. As long as you are motivated, you can withstand the pressure and let it go."

Wang Yan took a deep breath, and said with a firm expression: "That's right, at worst, I will quit this boss, and just continue driving a taxi when I come back!"

"Yes, as long as you have this idea, you can do well."

Yang Chen put down the newspaper with a smile, put his mouth close to Wang Yan's ear, and said a few words in a low voice.

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a sudden realization, "Brother, I understand, don't worry, this is the first thing I do when I take office!"

Just as he was talking, Yang Chen saw through the glass that the black red flag car was parked in the porch.

"The driver is here to pick you up, let's go!"

Wang Yan nodded, took a deep breath after getting up, and walked out with his head held high. After walking out of the teahouse, Wang Yan suddenly stopped, turned his head and saluted Yang Chen with a standard military salute, and then did not wait. Yang Chen returned the courtesy, and walked out of the hotel with big strides.

Xie Ting asked in a low voice: "Brother Mu, are you and Brother Wang both veterans?"

Yang Chen smiled and didn't answer, but changed the topic and asked: "Xie Ting, did you come to Shangchuan just for tourism?"

"Well, I want to see the Buddha carving grottoes here, and I also want to go through the deserted land once and experience the feeling of desolation."

Yang Chen pondered for a while and said: "Then, according to this, I have delayed your plan now. If you want to continue traveling, I can arrange someone to protect you all the way. You don't need to be with me to worry about it."

Xie Ting shook her head, "Brother Mu, you made an enmity with the He family to help me, I can't leave at this time. I also know that even if I stay, I can't help you much, but in case you get hurt, I can be there I will take care of you by my side..."

Speaking of the last sentence, Xie Ting's pretty face turned red, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Aren't you afraid of danger?"

"With Big Brother Mu, I'm not afraid of anything!"

Yang Chen smiled and stopped talking, picked up the newspaper and continued to read.

At this moment, Yue Han, the lobby manager of the hotel, came over and said to Xie Ting with a smile: "Miss Xie, please go back to the room, our service staff will clean the room."

"Oh well!"

Xie Ting got up and ran to the elevator, but Yue Han still stood beside Yang Chen and did not leave.

Yang Chen's eyes were fixed on the newspaper, and he said lightly: "What's the matter, just tell me!"

Yue Han smiled slightly, "Mr. Yang really has sharp eyes, the little girl admires him."

Yang Chen pointed to the teahouse on the opposite side, and motioned for Yue Han to sit down, and the latter was not polite, and sat down calmly.

"Little girl, you can't be the manager of the Reilton Hotel." Yang Chen glanced at Yue Han with a half-smile, "You've recognized me since I appeared at the hotel entrance, right?"

"In the place of Shangchuan, I can't think of anyone who dares to confront the He family, and can push a taxi driver to the position of the boss of a state-owned holding company, except Mr. Yang Chenyang, who has been all-powerful recently. Courage."

"that's it?"

"Of course it's more than that. I also thought of the obstacles that the Yang family in Shangchuan City and Linhai encountered when they took over the property of the Feng family. Combined with this, if I still can't guess your identity, then I really don't deserve to be Lilton. manager."

Yang Chen finally put down the newspaper in his hand, and said lightly, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"It's my boss who wants to talk to you."

"Which boss are you?"

"The biggest one."

Yang Chen hesitated for a moment, and then showed a smile: "It seems that I haven't ripped off that old man for too long, and he's itching again!"

Yue Han also smiled and said: "We all know that you are going to leave the Yancheng Lilton Hotel in the hands of the boss. It seems that the relationship between you and our boss is really unusual. He has assets of more than one billion yuan, and he has a little It doesn't bother me."

"I know your boss better than you. I asked him for a bottle of 1852 Bordeaux red wine three times, but he refused to let it go. If you say he is generous, I will never agree."

"Mr. Yang, please go to my office to talk, our boss is waiting for you online."

"Alright, I just wanted to ask this bad old man what kind of situation he wants to set up in Xia Guo."

Hearing Yang Chen's words, a trace of surprise flashed in Yue Han's eyes, but then disappeared, and he got up with a smile and led Yang Chen to his office.

After arriving at the office, Yue Han first poured Yang Chen a glass of red wine, and then turned on the laptop on the desk.

On the screen is an old Caucasian man who is over sixty years old, with gray hair and beard, high nose bridge and blue eyes, with a pair of rimless glasses on his nose. He has the demeanor of a scholar and professor.

This old man who looks like a professor is the largest chaebol in the world today, the real richest man in the world, and the true controller of the legendary Western order-the current head of the Rosefield family, Murphy Rosefield.

"Hi, dear Yang, long time no see, how are you?"

Yang Chen shook his head solemnly, "I was fine a second ago, but seeing you now, I'm not fine at all."

"Oh? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Yang Chen suddenly laughed, "Because when I saw you, I remembered that bottle of 1852 Bordeaux."

"Ha ha--"

Lao Luo laughed heartily, "Yang, although you have changed your appearance, you are still as interesting as ever."

Yang Chen's smile became a little deeper, "Speaking of this topic, I just have a question I want to ask you, how did you find out about my coming to Shangchuan?"

"As the captain of the Rosefield family, if you don't have this analytical ability, you will capsize!" Lao Luo pointed to his temple proudly, and continued: "After you quelled the chaos on the border, all your actions will be You are expressing your plan - first determine the northern region, stabilize the border, divide and rule, and integrate the eight families into one."

A gleam flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, and he suddenly laughed, "You are a foreigner, are you mocking me by pulling ancient Chinese in front of me?"

"No, no, I definitely didn't mean that!"

Lao Luo's expression immediately became a little nervous, "I have a think tank under my command, and they will do intelligence analysis for me, especially the information about you."

Yang Chen's smile became deeper, and he said slowly: "Old Luo, you seem to be paying too much attention to me, am I worthy of your attention?"

"Yang, we agreed at the beginning that if one day you can completely revive the country of Xia, my Rosefield family will be your partner. You will not forget it, right?"

"Lao Luo, that was just a drunken talk between the two of us after drinking too much. It's too much to count. If you want to cooperate with me, you have to show some sincerity."

"Professor! You are a profiteer!" Lao Luo said angrily: "At the beginning of your battle on the border of Xia Kingdom, but I secretly mediated between Western countries, which resulted in your opponent having no reinforcements to send. Less wins more, but at least I have a little credit here, right? We can’t just lift our pants and deny it!”

"Ha ha--"

Yang Chen couldn't help laughing out loud, "Old Luo, what you said seems to be a waste of time, you are in the underground financial empire in the West, and there is no spider to give you technical support, so the money you earn will decrease every year, and I have no idea ?"

When Lao Luo heard this, his face was full of anger just now, and he suddenly changed into a smiling expression: "It's just a joke, it's boring to be serious! Didn't I give you a hotel for nothing a few days ago?" Well!"

"Speaking of hotels, I just wanted to ask you, you took in so many down-and-out bosses in Shangchuan, isn't it for charity?"

"Hey! You have seen all this, and nothing can escape your eyes!"