The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei glanced at her, under the dim light, she could vaguely see her tall nose bridge and sharp chin.

"...So, your cousin is worth one million? I advise you not to fish him."

"Five million! It's worth a Rolls-Royce!" Jiang Wanxia added.

At the beginning of 1994, five million was indeed a big number, but unfortunately, the person she was facing was Yang Fei.

"I'm going home to spend the New Year with my family, Miss Jiang, please get out of the car!"

"Ten million! Or, you can make an offer!" Jiang Wanxia stretched out her right index finger and stood in front of Yang Fei, as tragic as if she had offered the highest price in the world.

Yang Fei said: "I think you still don't understand, it's not about the price. The one who can match your cousin is black prison or hell! This is the price I set."

Jiang Wanxia sighed quietly: "I knew it was the result. Well, my aunt insisted that I come to you, and the money she could raise was at most ten million. But I knew before I came that you are Someone who can't compromise."

Yang Fei opened the car door: "Miss Jiang, please."

Jiang Wanxia stepped forward with one leg, turned around and said, "Leave aside, I actually admire your heroic behavior. As a woman, I also admire a man like you very much. I have nothing else It means that I am just a pure person, expressing my true inner thoughts to you. But in reality, I have no choice, the tuition fees for my study abroad are all funded by my aunt, and I can only help her."

"Miss Jiang, take care! The road is blazed by oneself, and everyone should be responsible for their own actions. If your cousin is like this, so are you." Yang Fei waited for her to get out of the car, and slammed the door shut.

Watching the car drive away, Jiang Wanxia took a deep breath. The icy cold was sucked into her lungs, turned into hot air, and condensed into white mist in the air.

When Yang Fei returned home, he was questioned by his family: "Where are the fireworks? You went out for a long time and came back empty-handed?"

"It's over." Yang Fei said, "Didn't you say that setting off fireworks pollutes the environment and is not safe? I'll take all the 30 barrels to an open place and finish them all."

The family members looked at each other in blank dismay.

Xiao Yujuan repeatedly called it a pity: "They don't watch it, I want to watch it! I like watching fireworks the most! Thirty barrels of fireworks are set off at the same time, what a spectacular scene it must be!"

Yang Fei laughed and said, "I'll buy it tomorrow.

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The phone in the living room rang, and Xiao Yujuan picked up the receiver immediately. After listening for a while, Xiao Yujuan called Yang Fei, "Xiao Fei, I'm looking for you."

Yang Fei answered the phone and said hello: "Who is it? I'm Yang Fei."

"Boss Yang, hello, I'm Xiao Zhao, secretary of the government office. Leader Wang asked me to ask you, are you celebrating the New Year at your parents' house?" There was a very polite male voice on the phone.

Yang Fei recognized that it was the voice of Secretary Wang, and said with a smile: "Hello, Secretary Zhao, I'm celebrating the New Year at my parents' house. I wish you a happy New Year."

Xiao Zhao said: "Leader Wang just finished his group visit from the City Commodity Co., Ltd., and passed by downstairs of your house, so come up immediately."

Yang Fei thought this is impossible, right? It's a big Chinese New Year, and it's so late, why did Leader Wang come to my house to pay New Year's greetings?

His mind moved again, the leader's sympathy and group worship, this is a repertoire before the Spring Festival every year, but even if a company like City Daily Necessities Co., Ltd. is going to go, it has already gone, right? Impossible to wait until tonight to go. On such an important night of the New Year, unless there is something important, most of the leaders have already rested at home.

Xiao Zhao didn't say much and hung up the phone.

"Wang Haijun?" Yang Jun asked, "He came to my house? Xiaofei, are you so proud now?"

Yang Fei stroked his chin and said with a smile, "I'm also surprised! Logically speaking, this is impossible."

Yang Jun is a person who likes to think, and pondered: "Nothing happened, right?"

Yang Fei said: "You'll know what's going on when you come. Mom, look at your house. The leader has come and there is no place to sit. You still have to listen to me. Even if you don't live in a villa, you should at least buy a large-scale one." house to live in."

Wu Suying looked at her living room and said, "What's wrong with the leader? Our living room is a bit small, but he can't come to my house to pay New Year's greetings?"

Yang Liyuan said: "Xiaofei's words are also reasonable. Like today, everyone is here, so they can't all live in. If there are many houses and the family lives together, wouldn't it be great? Let's talk about this matter next year! Everyone first Clean up and set aside a place to entertain the leader. After all, the leader is the leader, and we can’t treat them badly when we come down to the grassroots to pay New Year’s greetings.”

Yang Jundao: "Dad, I'm not here to give New Year's greetings to you, old man! You're still laying down the foundation house!"

Everyone quickly tidied up the room, put new snacks and fruits on the table, and swept the floor clean.

There was a knock on the door.

Yang Fei opened the door and saw Wang Haijun standing outside the door, accompanied by several men and women.

"Boss Yang, happy Chinese New Year!" Wang Haijun looked haggard, and he cupped his hands and said New Year greetings, "Gong Xi Fa Cai, I wish you a prosperous business in the coming year!"

"Leader Wang, happy Chinese New Year, please come in quickly, everyone please come in." Yang Fei invited everyone to come in.

When there were few people in the family, the small living room looked very warm, but now that there are more people, it just looks crowded, and there is not even a place to sit.

Yang Jun, Xiao Yujuan, and Mouse all stood up and gave up their seats, inviting Wang Haijun and the others to take their seats.

Wang Haijun held Yang Mingyi's hand and said many blessings.

Yang Mingyi had also been a police officer all his life, and it was the first time he shook hands with such a high-ranking leader as Wang Haijun. Although he was old, he was clear-headed, healthy, and spoke clearly, and he could chat with Wang Haijun.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Haijun turned to Yang Fei and said, "Boss Yang, let me introduce two people to you. This is Liu Guangming, the general manager of City Commodity Co., Ltd."

"Hello, Mr. Yang!" Liu Guangming stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Liu." Yang Fei sat still and shook hands with him.

Wang Haijun introduced another middle-aged man and said, "This is the vice president of City Daily Necessities Co., Ltd. Kang Zailai."

Kang Zailai got up, stretched out his hands, shook hands with Yang Fei, and said, "I have long admired Mr. Yang's name."

After Wang Haijun's introduction, he laughed and said, "I just finished worshiping at the daily company, and when I passed by Boss Yang's house, I brought them up to say New Year greetings to you and your family."

"Thanks to the leader, the leader has worked hard." Yang Mingyi and Yang Liyuan said at the same time.

Secretary Xiao Zhao whispered to Yang Fei: "There will be an entrepreneur's New Year tea party later, and Mr. Yang is specially invited to attend. It is a small scale, at the leader's home."

Yang Fei thought to himself, it's so late during the Chinese New Year, why is there still a meeting? But when he heard that it was at Wang Haijun's house, he was relieved. He said it was a meeting, but it was actually a party. And it was on a small scale, which means it was not a formal event, just a gathering of people in Wang Haijun's small circle.

This kind of gathering can strengthen the communication with the leaders and help them break into the core circle of leaders. Of course, Yang Fei couldn't refuse, so he nodded.

Wang Haijun didn't stay long, exchanged some pleasantries, and then got up to leave.

Yang Fei talked to his parents, sent Wang Haijun downstairs, and then drove his own car out of the yard with the convoy in front.