I'm the big president

Feng Chenchen also saw Qin Yang, walked over quickly with his mouth pouted, flashed him a look with a little resentful eyes, and said angrily, "You're late."

Qin Yang chuckled: "I made an appointment at twelve o'clock, and now it's eleven fifty-nine o'clock."

Feng Chenchen said angrily: "Are you still a man? You have no grace at all."

Qin Yang said: "Brother, if you are a man, you don't need to prove it to a little girl like you. Tell me, where to eat?"

Feng Chenchen snorted softly and asked, "Where's your car?"

Qin Yang raised his hand and pointed across the road diagonally, and asked with a smile, "Did you see that 4S shop?"

"I'm not blind! That store specializes in Cayenne, don't tell me your car is parked in the store."

Feng Chenchen pouted, and the corners of her mouth raised inadvertently. She knew in her heart that it was impossible for Qin Yang's car to be parked in a 4S store, and she just wanted to hear what he said next.

Qin Yang sighed intentionally, and said, "You interrupted me halfway through the conversation. The 4S shop is a reference point. Isn't there a small road next to it? That's the way my brother came here."

Feng Chenchen chuckled, raised his chin and said, "Let's go if you don't have a car, my lady will take you to have a good meal."

Qin Yang grinned, and said with a surprised face: "Isn't your surname Feng? Why did you change your surname? Okay, whatever your surname is, lead the way."

"Don't get lost."

Feng Chenchen rolled his eyes and walked quickly across the street. Qin Yang smiled and followed in stride.

Ten minutes later, the two walked into a well-decorated Korean restaurant one after the other.

A young woman in classic Hanbok bowed to the two of them. The dress was half light green and half red skirt, like a strange big horn. The woman looked quite upright, but the smell of perfume on her body was too strong, which made Qin Yang straight Sniff.

Feng Chenchen is a regular visitor here, and led Qin Yang into a small private room with tatami mats and a small square table, but no chairs?

Qin Yang frowned and said, "It's strange, there are chairs outside, why aren't there any here?"

Feng Chenchen went to the square table and sat down cross-legged, then turned to stare at him: "You go outside to move the chair!"

Qin Yang looked at the small square table, shook his head and said, "You think I'm stupid, the table is not high enough." After speaking, he also walked to the table, he could not cross his legs, and sat down in a comfortable position.

A girl in a flared skirt bowed in and handed the recipe to Feng Chenchen respectfully. Are you playing ladies first?
Feng Chenchen took the recipe and handed it to Qin Yang directly, and said with a smile: "You are the boss, you can order."

Qin Yang took the menu and opened it to look at it. His eyes widened instantly. Good guy, the food here is really not cheap. There are two or three kittens with double-digit prices, all of which are vegetarian dishes, and those with a little meat are three-digit. With the money in his pocket, if he ordered three dishes and one soup, there might be some taxi fare left over. This was his living expenses for half a month. What about killing pigs?

Feng Chenchen's eyes were shining brightly, he rested his cheeks on his hand, admiring someone's embarrassment, secretly happy in his heart.

Qin Yang raised his head, handed the recipe in his hand back to Miss Feng, and said, "I'll order seafood fried rice, you can order it!"

Feng Chenchen took the menu and handed it to the girl in the flared skirt standing aside: "One serving of miso soup and one roast meat, and a small jug of dew wine."

The girl in the flared skirt bowed, and exited the private room in small steps.

Qin Yang asked with a smile: "Do you often come here to eat?"

Feng Chenchen nodded, and said in a low voice: "I like the quietness here. I used to skip classes and often come here. I can order two dishes and a pot of dew wine at random. I can stay with my laptop for a whole day and no one cares about me. There is also free tea."

Qin Yang bowed his head and remained silent for a while, then asked in vain: "Then you must know the WIFI password, how much?"

Feng Chenchen glared at him, and said sullenly: "You are so boring!"

Qin Yang smiled awkwardly: "Why is it boring to ask for a password? Don't tell me that you didn't use WIFI when you came here before."

Feng Chenchen opened his mouth and announced a series of numbers, then lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.

Just as Qin Yang connected to the WIFI, the door of the private room was gently pushed open. The girl in the flared skirt walked in slowly with an extra-large white porcelain bowl, and put the porcelain bowl on the table. Thick and thick, mushrooms, onions and some unknown meat slices can be seen in the soup. These things are neither floating nor sinking, as if they are embedded in the thick soup, which makes people's scalp tingle.

"Miso Soup."

The girl in the flared skirt announced the name of the dish in a low voice, and retreated with small steps.

Qin Yang looked at the thick soup in the porcelain bowl and was silent for a while, then a strange word appeared in his mind, dung soup, and he felt an urge to pick up the soup bowl and throw it out.

After a while, the girl in the flared skirt brought seafood fried rice and barbecue again. Good guy, they are all super-large portions, which are really commendable. No wonder the prices of the dishes here are not cheap, and the amount is worth two.

Feng Chenchen seemed to be still sulking for no reason, she ate without hesitation, and the reserved young lady instantly turned into a foodie.

Qin Yang reluctantly picked up a bowl of seafood fried rice and ate a few slices of barbecue. He would not touch that miso soup. For some reason, he felt as if he was sitting in the country when he saw the thick soup of shit and yellow shit. The feeling of eating next to the cesspool.

Halfway through the meal, the door of the private room was pushed open, and two young men with greasy hair and noodles walked in one after the other. There was a group of people standing outside the private room. There should be five or six people. People are different. This group of people have dyed their hair in various colors, and some of them have tattoos on their bodies.

Qin Yang frowned, and slowly put down his chopsticks. He didn't pay much attention to these materials, and it was inconvenient to do it before he understood the situation.

Feng Chenchen stood up with a cry, with an angry blush on her pretty face, pointing at the young man in charge, she said loudly, "Tang Qiang, what are you doing here? Get out of here."

"Feng Chenchen, are you rejecting me just because of him?" The young man named Tang Qiang sneered, deliberately turned his head to look at Qin Yang, and said, "He looks average, he is average in height, and his trousers don't even add up." Up to 1000 yuan, right? Your taste is average too! The first sister of the business school, Bai Fumei, fell in love with the poor, are you singing the modern version of "Romance of the West Chamber?"

This Tang Qiang is also a student of the business school. His parents opened a real estate development company. After more than ten years of hard work, his net worth exceeds [-] million. His father donated a lot of money to the business school and became the honorary director of the school. From the first day of school, he regarded himself as the first brother of the business school. He spent a lot of money, and some leaders of the school deliberately gave the green light, and soon became a veritable campus bully.

After being in school for two years, I don't know how many gold-worshiping women snobbery fell in their arms. Tang Qiang met a group of good friends outside the school. Qian opened a bar as a place for motorcycle party gatherings and leisure, called "Jiba", which means the bar of the motorcycle party, and he also became the second leader of the motorcycle party as a matter of course.