The Richest Man Yang Fei

Chapter 520: Descendants of Eight Surnames

At 5:30 in the afternoon, the setting sun was like a burning fireball, unwilling to retreat in the dark night, emitting the most brilliant light of the day, and the afterglow illuminated the sky brilliantly.

Xishu Noodle Restaurant in Wudaokou is bathed in this glow.

It was the rush hour, and the business of the noodle shop was not very good, but there were a few customers sparsely.

A luxury Mercedes-Benz stopped at the door. Liu Fu got out of the car first, opened the door, and said respectfully: "Master, we are here. Miss, please get out of the car."

The two minibuses following behind also stopped one after another.

"Liu Fu, tell them not to act rashly, everything depends on my orders!"

"Yes, master. Don't worry, master. If he dares to play any tricks, I won't let him go out of this door!"

"Presumptuous, how do you talk? I brought people here, not to deal with Yang Fei!"

"Yes, yes, it is to protect the master. But you must be defensive." Liu Fu bowed respectfully.

"Dad, it's this small noodle shop." The woman pointed to the front, "It's about half past five, just one minute away."

"Um."

Walking to the front of the noodle shop, the woman looked inside. Due to the backlight, she couldn't see clearly. After her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the shop, she saw Yang Fei sitting in the corner.

"Dad, it's him, and he's alone."

In front of Yang Fei was a plate of peanuts, two wine glasses, and a jug of old wine.

Seeing the person coming, Yang Fei got up, stood where he was, and said with a faint smile: "I think this is the honored guest you invited."

"This is Mr. Yang Feiyang, a rich young man, isn't he? Fu Heng. This is the little girl Fu Ying." Fu Heng is about fifty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with long eyebrows hanging down like a birthday star, which is very rare. He had a long beard, was tall and burly, and his face was calm and majestic.

"Hello, Mr. Fu." Yang Fei looked at him, thinking that the surname Fu is quite special, especially the people with the surname Fu in the capital are mostly descendants of the nobles of the Qing Dynasty.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the eight major surnames of the Manchu people were changed to Han surnames one after another to avoid disaster.

The well-known "Na" surname was changed by the Yehenala family, and the Empress Dowager Cixi came from the Yehenala family.

In addition, there are Tong, Guan, Ma, Suo, He, and Lang, which are also transliterated from Chinese.

The Fucha family is also a surname active in the harem, with power in the court and the public. After the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, the Fucha family changed their surnames according to the pronunciation of Chinese characters, namely Fu, Fu, and Fu.

Yang Fei had an intuition that this Fu Heng was probably a descendant of the eight surnames.

"Mr. Yang, sit down and talk." Fu Heng's aura is very strong. He is obviously away, but when he arrives at the site, he regards himself as the master.

Yang Fei chuckled, made a gesture of invitation, and ordered: "Boss, serve."

Fu Ying glanced at the owner of the noodle shop and asked, "Isn't there a woman here this morning? Why is it a man?"

Yang Fei said indifferently: "You are not allowed to change shifts?"

After a while, the owner of the store brought out eight dishes of stir-fry, which seemed to have been prepared a long time ago.

Yang Fei opened the jug and asked, "Does Miss Fu drink?"

Fu Ying said: "I don't drink."

Yang Fei said: "If you don't drink well, I didn't prepare your cup either."

Fu Ying was so angry that she gritted her teeth and gave Yang Fei a blank look, but unfortunately the latter didn't pay attention to this detail at all.

"The wine is the stale wine brought by the shop owner from his hometown. It doesn't taste as good as white wine, but the wine is a kind of grain. It's better than pure grain brewing, and it has the original flavor in it." Yang Fei said, "Mr. Fu, just drink some. "

Fu Heng took a deep look at Yang Fei and picked up the cup.

Liu Fu stood aside and said quickly: "Master, can you give me a glass of this wine first?"

Fu Heng snorted coldly: "Go aside, do you have a voice here?"

Liu Fu was not angry, but still smiled and said, "My lord, I have always been greedy for wine from Xishu! I heard that Zhuge Liang passed down the method of making wine to the people of Shu. Maybe this wine has a special taste!"

Fu Heng glared at him, and Liu Fu shut up.

Yang Fei laughed and said: "Mr. Fu is a wealthy man, he is more particular about his food, if you are worried about this wine, then don't drink it."

Fu Heng drank it all in one gulp and said, "Good wine!"

Yang Fei also had a drink: "I don't have any good things to entertain, just prepare some thin wine and side dishes, Mr. Fu, don't be disgusted."

Fu Hengdao: "I heard from my little girl that Mr. Yang usually has a bowl of noodles for breakfast? It seems that today's meal can be regarded as a big meal, and Mr. Yang has spent a lot of money."

Yang Fei said: "I have lived such a life since I was a child. If I can have a full bowl of food, I will be satisfied. As long as people are not hungry, they can work hard. If you eat too well, your body will easily go wrong."

Fu Heng sighed and said: "It makes sense. Back then, red rice, pumpkin soup, millet and rifles made great achievements. I think Mr. Yang has such an ambition? But, you worked hard, It's a commercial kingdom."

"Hahaha!" Yang Fei laughed, "Mr. Fu is a funny person. At best, I am just a small businessman with good luck. Mr. Fu knows my details, but I don't know what kind of business Mr. Fu does?"

Fu Hengdao: "Relying on the shadow of my ancestors, Bo has a family, and has been doing antique business."

Yang Fei said: "Antiques are good, because you have an advantage! I heard a story, but I don't know if it's true or not. It said that after Puyi stepped down, someone showed him an antique, saying it was blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, and It's an orphan. Pu Yi glanced at it, shook his hand, and said it was a fake. The man was unconvinced, saying that I bought it at a high price, and invited Panjiayuan's biggest imperial court to look at it. How dare you say it's fake? Puyi said lightly: Because this product is different from mine!"

Fu Heng was stunned, then smiled and said, "Most of them are vassal words, but the reasoning is true and credible."

Yang Fei said: "Yes, who is Puyi? All the antiques in his house are genuine, so he doesn't need to learn how to identify antiques, he can tell the real ones at a glance. It's like the cigarettes we smoke every day. If you buy counterfeit cigarettes, you don’t need to identify them, you just take a puff and you will know the authenticity of the banknotes. People in the bank will know the authenticity by touching the banknotes without looking at them. This is called practice makes perfect, and it is the accumulation of decades of life experience. "

This opening remark made the two strangers instantly feel close.

Fu Heng gradually put away his contempt, and said: "Mr. Yang, your time is also very precious, so I'll just cut to the chase! I did the antique business and indeed made a lot of money, but what we're earning is going the wrong way. Now It is getting more and more difficult to do, so I want to change my career and do some legitimate business. I am very optimistic about the 666 Shopping Plaza under the name of Mr. Yang, can I join it?"

Yang Fei said: "I told Qianyuan in the morning that I am very picky about my partners. Let me ask a question. If Mr. Fu's answer satisfies me, we will cooperate. How about it?"

Fu Heng said: "Please come up with a question!"

Yang Fei said: "The fate of life is unpredictable. Suppose one day, Mr. Fu loses his business and is so poor that he only has one yuan left. What will you do?"

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