Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

The Wang family's industries are quite rich, but it doesn't mean that everything can make money. There are many projects that have lost investment accidentally. In the past two years, they have been looking for new profit growth points from the traditional real estate and steel industries.

Wang Mingzhi holds great power and is backed by a group of small shareholders. He has indeed been a domineering character in the past two years.As he got older, his emotions and anger gradually faded and he was not easy to express. As long as he didn't speak, the people below would feel somewhat trembling and embarrassed.

When everyone couldn't survive the silence, he said slowly, "I never care about the method, only the result."

The person in charge couldn't help explaining, "It's true that the Public Security Bureau couldn't find any more detailed information. Since Wang Ya dared to do this, she must have dealt with it."

There are some links that can’t be fully completed even if you really spend money.During this period of time running down, although there are many doubts, there is no evidence.

"She is thoughtful." Wang Mingzhi nodded.

"Mr. Wang, I really don't understand. Didn't Wang Ya bring this Pang Yi back to share the property with his son?" I heard that Mr. Wang has been urging Pang Yi to change his surname. no good.

He really didn't understand what was going on in the hearts of these rich people.

Wang Mingzhi asked with a strange smile when he heard the words, "Do you think Wang Ya was short of money since she was a child?"

This sentence stunned the person in charge.

He shook his head hastily, Wang Ya never misses several major fashion weeks a year, and is in charge of half of the Wang family. The so-called rich roots and nobles, this kind of life may be something ordinary people have never seen before.

"Then she really wants to make the old man happy?" The outside world praised Wang Ya as a filial piety, obeying the old man in everything, and even being able to accommodate San'er's children, which can be said to have earned a good reputation.

But is it so?

Wang Mingzhi threw the newspaper he had just finished reading in the morning on the table. Today's headline was the press conference on the reorganization of Meng's industry, "If the mountain doesn't come over, I'll go over. Why don't you go to Shun Yishun Song Feile's circle of friends to find a breakthrough?" "

"President Wang, what do you mean?"

Wang Mingzhi spread out the newspaper, and then took a sip of the tea made for him by the secretary.

"Song Feile only has one friend whose home belongs to the public security system."

This is the so-called enlightenment.

Why don't you think he didn't think of this person?

"And this person probably won't like Pang Yi." The person in charge showed a sly smile, and continued the rest of the sentence.

It seems that the result will be confirmed soon.

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When Wang Ya married Song Tianming, the business world was shaken and people had different opinions, because at that time the woman was still in college and hadn't graduated yet.

In terms of time, it was more than 20 years ago.

This birthday party of celebrities was arranged in "Song of Feng Ya", which is not so ingenious, and its nature is actually more like a private party in the small circle of rich people.Pang Yi looked at the banquet list, and there were not many people, but they were quite important. It seems that Wang Ya himself had screened the invitation once before.

There is a top public relations company to do the banquet execution, and everything seems to be in order.

All kinds of rumors about Song Feile's private life from the outside world fried his heart from time to time, and Pang Yi almost couldn't help but want to rush to Song Feile while beating him and asking him why?

But if Song Feile really answered, Pang Yi feared that he couldn't bear it even more.

After all, he was fully aware of Song Feile's ability to spray poison.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth and laughing at himself, the feeling of your first love is so unforgettable for your sister, in order to prevent himself from quarreling or being mean when he sees Song Feile, he thinks maybe it's better not to see him.

Thinking of it this way, Pang Yi simply shrank in the office and took a nap with peace of mind.He has actually seen some of these guests before, the richest industries, the most powerful bosses, and the most powerful officials. The social interaction revolves around this foundation.

Seeing that it was almost time for the luncheon to start, he still hadn't moved, but the people below couldn't help urging him, "Boss, the luncheon is about to start."

Pang Yi closed his eyes and fell asleep, but the frown revealed his mood at the moment.

In fact, on second thought, so what if he doesn't go?

Anyway, he is a counterfeit, a counterfeit uncle who exists to satisfy the wishes of seriously ill people. The only advantage is that he can hold the big tree of the Wang family and do business better.

But he opened the door to do business, not entirely relying on the Wang family.

The idea of ​​rebellion was just thinking about it in his heart. In fact, the main reason was that he didn't want to meet Song Feile face to face. With his toes, he knew that Wang Ya's birthday was, and it didn't make sense that his son wasn't by his side.

"Mr. Pang, if you don't go to toast then, it really can't justify your face." The people below continued to urge.

Pang Yi waved his hand and replied distractedly, "Wait a little longer."

A large round table for 28 people was set up in the "Shen Xi Hall" of Feng Ya Song Courtyard. Wang Ya didn't invite any relatives and elders, and all the people who came were friends.

The climate is gradually warming up in early spring, but the camellias and Phnom Penh Ruilan in the courtyard of "Feng Ya Song" are blooming elegantly. Once you enter here, the atmosphere is completely different from that of high-end hotels. The new Chinese-style decoration is luxurious but elegant.

"Aunt Wang, thank you for inviting me here. When my parents come back from Europe, I will come to see you and Uncle Song specially to thank you." Meng Qi changed into a plain white high-end organza dress with hand-embroidered gold silk edges today. The whole person is beautiful and refined.

Wang Ya nodded and smiled, "I haven't seen Lao Meng for a long time, we can drink tea together next time."

"The girl from the old Meng's family has grown up so much, I think she's a good match for your family's Feile." Mr. Yang next to him laughed, young people are good, and the beauty reminds him of his youth.

Ever since Meng Qi knew that her parents intended to marry the Wang family, she was so excited that she was going crazy. In order to make a good impression in front of Wang Ya, she had tried many looks with the stylist before she came here today, and then she appeared in front of Song Feile gracefully. .

Song Feile was sitting on a chair, and the waiter thoughtfully handed him a wet towel to wipe his hands. As he wiped it slowly, he gently raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Your boss is very aggressive, it seems that you need to personally clean your hands." Please."

Of course, the manager knows all kinds of entangled relationships in this family, so he waits for orders at any time, fearing that the staff will not serve well and problems will not be solved in the most appropriate way.He really didn't know how to answer Song Feile's half-truth and half-false words, coupled with that faint smile.

After considering the words, the manager smiled cautiously, "I'll be here soon, he's also busy recently."

"Really? What is he busy with?" Song Feile seemed to be very interested in this topic, and asked the manager with a half-smile.

"This..." The manager wished he could bite his tongue, he shouldn't have continued like this.

Everyone present at that time had participated in Song Feile's 20-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. They still remember the scene of Mr. Wang insisting on letting Pang Yi play and passing the family heirloom to Song Feile. Listening to Song Feile's question now, I have long felt that Pang Yi It's a bit embarrassing, but since the owner hasn't spoken yet, I can't bring it up.

Wang Ya is his older sister after all, how big of an air is it to ask three times and four times?

Meng Qi has never had a good impression of Song Feile and his uncle, and she especially hates Pang Yi's arrogant look, especially her intuition always vaguely tells herself that Song Feile, who is careless, seems to be very special to Pang Yi, otherwise why would he ask His situation?

Thinking of how they would have to get along if she married into the Wang family in the future, she somehow suppressed her disgust and restrained the expression on her face.

The manager saw that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately called the waiter to fill up the wine for everyone, including the wine glasses in Pang Yi's seat, as if they were coming soon.Song Feile smiled slightly when he saw the manager Bunda, and didn't say anything else.

"Give me a glass of warm water." Meng Qi turned to tell the staff.

Hearing this, the other party hurried back to the workshop to pour water for her.

Meng Qi turned his head. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that there was a string of red Buddhist beads on Song Feile's wrist. After coiling it four times, the color was crimson. Even though Song Feile's wrist was half covered by the sleeve, it still had Kind of strange feeling.

She seemed to have seen this thing in Pang Yi's hands, but she was not sure.

Song Feile has been indifferent since he was a child, and she has never seen him wearing any jewelry given by others.

"Ma'am, your water." The staff handed over the warm water.

Strong curiosity and jealousy drive Meng Qi's behavior.

She pretended to go to fetch the water, and intentionally missed the waiter's hand slightly, the water glass fell down, and the warm water spattered all over Song Feile's shoulders and wrists.

The bracelet was immediately soaked by the water.

"Oh my god...! Feile! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll wipe it for you!" Meng Qi screamed in a low voice, and hurriedly took out a tissue, and took the initiative to wipe Song Feile's wrist.

There was also a lot of water in this glass. Song Feile's left sleeve was mostly wet, and the wrist was even worse. It was the hardest hit area.

After all, it was careless, Song Feile didn't say anything, took the string of beads off his wrist and squeezed them in his hands, then took out a tissue and wiped the water carefully.

Meng couldn't bear it anymore, and apologized softly, "Feile... I'm sorry, can I wipe it for you?" After speaking, he handed a new tissue, "You wipe the water off your arm first." She didn't expect it either. It turned out that Song Feile couldn't even wear his clothes after the water was splashed like this.

"Hurry up and wipe it off. If you can't wear it, find a way to change it." Wang Ya shifted her gaze from the beads to Song Feile's arm. The sleeves were almost half wet. Although the room was heated, it must be uncomfortable.

Song Feile temporarily put the beads on the table, carefully weighed a paper towel under it, and then said shallowly, "It's okay." After speaking, he took the paper towel and slowly wiped the water on his arm.

The waiter was frightened and dared not speak all the time, standing aside tremblingly.

"It's okay, you can go down." Song Feile's voice was cold.

"There are still drops of water on the beads, let me wipe them off for you." Before Song Feile could answer, Meng Qi took the bracelet from the table and took it into his own hand, pretending to be wiping. look.

Song Feile's pupils shrank slightly, and before he could move, the door of the room opened, and the waiter led Pang Yi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, slowly walked in.

The two looked at each other. Pang Yi didn't see those pale brown glass-like eyes for a long time, and he felt heart palpitations. He didn't dare to look into his eyes again, and turned his head to look away, which moved to Meng Qi's hand.

The other party was playing with the string of crimson beads, with a delicate smile on his face.

Pang Yi froze, and just stopped at the door.