The richest man Yang Fei

"Hehe, of course I believe you. Otherwise, can I ask you to be my boss? Among all the bosses of the group, you are the youngest one."

Han Yiyi smiled sweetly: "Yes, that's why I often hear people talking about whether I am..."

She spoke halfway, and stopped talking.

"What is it?" Yang Fei asked.

Han Yiyi said: "Tell me that I belong to you."

Yang Fei wondered: "You are my man! Is there anything wrong with that?"

But soon, he saw the clue from Han Yiyi's shy and timid face: "Uh, they are talking nonsense, don't worry about it."

Han Yiyi said: "I'm fine. When I first listened, I was still thinking wildly. After listening to a lot, my ears were callused, so it didn't matter. The reason why they talk nonsense is because they don't know. How difficult it is to be your person! How can such an ordinary and ordinary woman like me be so lucky?"

The atmosphere changed instantly.

The red wine in the glass seemed to intoxicate the air.

Yang Fei sat on the sofa, listening to soft soft music and drinking soft red wine, feeling his body became soft.

Han Yiyi talked a lot today, chatting with Yang Fei everywhere.

Yang Fei also opened up the conversation, and talked to her about the customs and customs of the Northern Dynasties.

Before you know it, the night has fallen.

Yang Fei looked at the time and said, "Let's go?"

Han Yiyi responded, "Okay."

The two went out.

The heat outside has not dissipated, and the ground is still steaming with heat.

Yang Fei smelled the strong barbecue aroma in the air, and couldn't help but move his index finger, wanting to eat barbecue. Because Han Yiyi was beside him, he invited her: "Do you eat barbecue?"

"Okay!" Han Yiyi smiled, "It seems like I haven't eaten barbecue for a long time. You bought me a drink, and I'll treat you to a barbecue!"

"Do we have to make a clear distinction between us?"

Yang Fei's words caused a ripple in Han Yiyi's heart.

However, what Yang Fei said next made her heart as quiet as an ancient well:

"I'm your boss! It's only natural for me to invite you!"

Han Yiyi smiled: "Well, who told you to be a local tyrant!"

Arriving at the barbecue stand, Yang Fei ordered all kinds of skewers and two bottles of beer, and said to Han Yiyi: "We each have a bottle, is it okay?"

Han Yiyi said: "A small cup is enough for me."

"Just to quench my thirst. I don't have many prescriptions."

"Ah."

The location of the barbecue booth is very good, it is in the air vent, there is a draft, and it is very cool to sit.

A little singing girl, holding a pipa, walked to a table of people and asked softly: "Sir, miss, do you want to order a song?"

"Don't! Go away!"

"Thank you."

"Is there something wrong with this person? Tell her to go away and say thank you! Hahaha!"

The little girl asked three tables of people in a row, but was rejected.

She glanced at Yang Fei and Han Yiyi, hesitated a little, and walked over.

"Sir, miss, would you like some songs?"

Yang Fei was about to say no, but Han Yiyi asked, "How much is a song?"

"Five yuan."

Yang Fei thought, so expensive?Doesn't anyone else order it!

A song is only three or four minutes long, and you can earn five yuan, which is indeed relatively easy to earn.

You know, in 2001, female workers on the assembly line only paid a dozen to 20 yuan for a hard day and overtime.

Han Yiyi said, "What songs can you sing?"

"I can sing popular songs." The little girl replied.

Yang Fei asked: "Can you really sing? With you holding the pipa, can you play Flying Daggers?"

The little girl said: "I can play it. But I need to pay more. Because this piece is very long."

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Yang Fei was happy: "You are good at doing business, little girl! All right, as long as you play well, I will give you a reward."

"Sir, a tip is a tip, and the price is the price. They can't be mixed together."

"Hahaha, interesting. Okay, then I'll give you 50 yuan, is that enough?"

"That's enough. Thank you, sir. Ten dollars is enough."

Yang Fei said: "Okay, play it!"

The little girl bowed, held the pipa straight in her arms, closed her eyes slightly, and swept her fingers across the strings.

The crisp and pleasant pipa sounded immediately.

The voice was so intense that it attracted the attention of everyone at the barbecue stand, even the passers-by on the street turned their heads to look over.

Han Yiyi asked softly: "Why do you like listening to this song?"

Yang Fei said: "This song is really nice."

Han Yiyi said: "It's not just as simple as sounding good, is it?"

Yang Fei glanced at her and said with a smile, "What?"

Han Yiyi said: "It should have something to do with your mood, right?"