The richest man Yang Fei

Zhang Wendi waved his hand: "Okay, go if you have a date. I don't need you to follow me here."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang!" Xiaolan bent over.

Zhang Wendi chatted and laughed with several investors and left.

Xiaolan went out of the building, called Yang Fei again, said that she was off work, and asked where to meet?

Yang Fei asked her address and asked her to wait for a few minutes.

Xiaolan thought that Yang Fei was going to send someone to pick her up, but just as she was about to say no, Yang Fei had already hung up the phone.

Not long after, Xiaolan saw a domineering Rolls-Royce parked beside her, the door opened, and the handsome Yang Fei slowly got out of the car and smiled at her.

Two black Mercedes-Benz cars followed, and seven bodyguards got off, closely following on both sides of Yang Fei.

"Ah, Mr. Yang!" Xiaolan didn't expect that Yang Fei would come to pick her up in person, and she was flattered.

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Get in the car first."

With that said, he personally escorted her into the car, then turned to the other car door gracefully and sat beside her.

Without asking, the driver started the car and soon merged into the flowing traffic.

"Miss Xiaolan, thank you for agreeing to my request in your busy schedule, and coming out to have dinner with me. I am very honored."

"No, it's my honor."

"Miss Xiaolan, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Song? Song Xiaolan."

"Then shall I still call you Ms. Song? Calling you Xiaolan seems to disrespect you too much. Or should I call you Ms. Song respectfully?"

"I'm not married yet! In fact, you can just call me Xiaolan."

"Miss Song? Have you worked in the Zhang Group for a long time?"

"It hasn't been long. It's only been more than two years since I graduated and started working."

"Which school did Miss Song graduate from?"

"I am studying a master's degree in economics and finance in Frankfurt."

"Great student! It's amazing!"

"Where? Compared with Mr. Yang, what is my resume?"

Yang Fei chuckled and said, "Miss Song also pays attention to me?"

"You are so famous? Anyone who runs a business? There are few people who don't know you, right?"

"You flatter me so much, I'll be in high spirits. I enjoy being complimented by such an intellectual and beautiful woman as you."

Song Xiaolan showed a happy smile.

The car stopped.

After getting off the car, Song Xiaolan took a look at the signboard and knew that this was the most upscale western restaurant in the city.

She came here once with Zhang Wendi? That time was to invite customers to dine. The 82-year-old red wine was opened, and five people ate and drank 10,000+.

Song Xiaolan really wanted to say, why not just have a meal?There is no need to come to such a high-end western restaurant, but if the person who wants to treat guests is the richest man? She just shut up sensibly.

There are two rows of waiters standing at the door, bending over neatly? Reaching out, welcome.

A tall woman with the appearance of a foreman? Wearing a small women's suit, decent and capable? Leading the way? Invite Yang Fei and his party into the restaurant.

Very quiet in the restaurant? Not a single customer in sight except them and the restaurant staff.

"Hey, isn't it time for dinner? Why don't you have any customers here? When I came last time, there was still a queue!" Song Xiaolan asked in surprise.

The foreman smiled slightly: "Hello, Mr. Yang has reserved our place. At noon today, you and Mr. Yang are our only guests."

Song Xiaolan let out an ah, couldn't help being stunned, and stopped in her tracks.

Book the place!

God!

How much does it cost for such a large western restaurant?

The problem is, such a big venue can't be secured with money, it also needs to have face, power, many friends, and words are useful!

Compared with this meal, what is the meal of more than 20 that I ate last time?

Seeing her stop, Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Miss Song, please."

Song Xiaolan said: "Mr. Yang, this is too grand, I can't bear it."

Yang Fei said: "Whether you can afford it depends on who invites you. If I invite you, you can afford it."

Song Xiaolan smiled sweetly: "That's right! Who said you are the richest man? No wonder I often hear people say that the value of a person depends on who you are with. If a woman marries the king, she is the queen."

Yang Fei laughed and said: "The words of the people have always been reasonable, because they are all summed up through practice."

In the huge restaurant, all the tables and chairs were removed, and a luxurious European-style long table was placed in the middle, with flowers and fruit snacks on it.

Song Xiaolan said: "It's too formal, I haven't even changed my clothes! It seems that I'm too hasty."

"Without makeup, you can also face the emperor." Yang Fei pulled away the heavy gold-plated chair and asked her to sit down.

"Thank you."

In this situation, Song Xiaolan had no reason not to be more reserved and elegant, even a little restrained.

Yang Fei sat down opposite her, with a long table between them.

The waiter began to serve dishes, one dish after another.

The red wine has been awakened and is placed in a horizontal wine bottle rack.

The polite waiter poured wine for the two of them.

Yang Fei picked up the wine glass.

Song Xiaolan quickly picked it up too.

Yang Fei said: "The dishes are served in duplicate, and there is enough wine, so you can drink as you like. Let's take it easy and treat it as a home-cooked meal, okay?"