I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

At night, Ye Feng received an unexpected call.

Yan Meifang wants to invite him to dinner.

Ye Feng pondered for a while, thinking about the calls he made in the afternoon, and he probably understood Yan Meifang's purpose.

He got up from the sofa and washed briefly. Ye Feng changed into a formal suit. After going downstairs, he glanced back and forth between his lotus and Lu Kuan's Mercedes-Benz, and finally drove away.

Famous Milanese chef.

A western restaurant full of petty bourgeoisie is where Yan Meifang entertains.

Ye Feng stopped the car, adjusted his collar, and walked in.

The waiter greeted him warmly and said, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Ye Feng swept around in the lobby, pointed to Yan Meifang not far away, nodded and said, "My friend is here."

No matter whether the waiter followed up or not, Ye Feng went straight to Yan Meifang's seat.

Yan Meifang was drinking coffee with a cup, and when she saw Ye Feng, she nodded and smiled: "Come on, sit down."

Ye Feng took a seat opposite her, and then said playfully: "I think Mr. Yan's life is very moist, not like the monthly salary of 3,500."

Yan Meifang confessed that he didn't say anything, and continued to sullen his head to drink his coffee. Ye Feng didn't think he was angry, and beckoned to the waiter beside him.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

Ye Feng glanced at the table, didn't see the menu, and said, "Just serve some specialty dishes, and then get a beer."

The waiter was a little dazed.

Yan Meifang couldn't continue to pretend to be calm, and looked up and said, "This is not a place to drink beer."

Ye Feng smiled, and said indifferently: "Forgive me, a bun, I have never seen the world, I don't know what else to drink except beer."

Yan Meifang shook her head, turned to the waiter and said, "Bring him a bottle of Penfolds 407. I want a salad of mixed vegetables. Please watch the rest."

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly, and turned to leave.

Ye Feng pouted, thinking that this kind of place is nondescript, so he is ashamed to pretend to be a high-end restaurant? Whoever eats Western food seriously doesn’t know that a good bottle of craft beer is an appetizer before a meal. This restaurant pours it well. After learning a little bit, it’s an industry standard and thinks that beer won’t make it to the Western table.

Even Penfolds 407 was so bad that Yan Meifang was able to describe this kind of "factory wine" as tall and tall.

But in such a place, it happens to be able to deceive a young literary girl like Yan Meifang, who really understands life, who will come here?

Yan Meifang didn't know Ye Feng's complaint, so he glanced at Ye Feng and asked him, "Why do you dress so formal?"

Feeling a bit sultry in the restaurant, Ye Feng unbuttoned a shirt and said with a smile: "You told me to eat at a famous chef in Milan. After hearing such a high-end name, he thought it was a high-end western restaurant, so he dressed decently. One point. Who would have thought it was such a restaurant without even beer."

Yan Meifang's face turned dark, she lowered her voice and stared, "What's wrong with this place? Who do you see eating Western food and beer?"

Ye Feng glanced at her and shrugged: "It seems that Mr. Yan has to go to a more serious western restaurant. If you want to say that you can't drink beer when you eat Western food, you can listen to both Dekoninke's raw wheat from Belgium and Baohuali from the Netherlands. , The workers in their winery will take to the streets to protest."

Seeing that he said more, Yan Meifang's face became darker, Ye Feng didn't want to continue to struggle with this issue, after all, he was not here to show superiority, nor was he obligated to teach anyone on the taste of life.

He looked at Yan Meifang and asked straightforwardly: "What is the relationship between Zhou Yue and you?"

Yan Meifang also forgot about the beer, and thought about it for a while and said, "It should be counted as a cousin, Zhou Yue is my cousin's daughter."

There is a saying in China’s rural areas-a "biao" three thousand li, it is said that as long as the word "biao" in the relatives, the relationship is farther away, not to mention Zhou Yue is the daughter of Yan Meifang cousin, the relationship is basically It means that you can't make it. No wonder Yan Meifang has to think about it for a while before speaking.

Ye Feng didn't care about their relatives, and continued to ask: "Then why are you looking for me? Do you need to add money for commercial performances? Or do you want me to invite Zhou Yue back as an ancestor?"

Yan Meifang frowned slightly. Ye Feng’s words didn’t sound like a good thing, but she was the begging party, so she had to suppress her anger and explained: “The increase in money was caused by Zhou Yue’s agent. Zhou Yue didn’t know before. , I can only acquiesce when I know it later."

"No need to explain, no need." Ye Feng smiled and said, "It's a big deal, don't invite her. In this world, everything is lacking, but there is no shortage of people. If you don't have Zhang Butcher, you have to eat a piggy?"

Yan Meifang has a black line on her face. You look at it. What is this metaphor?

Zhou Yue is a star no matter how bad he is, how can he compare with the butcher?

Yan Meifang was afraid that she would be **** off if she continued to talk to Ye Feng like this, and said directly: "Tomorrow's business performance, Zhou Yue can go"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Feng interrupted with a wave of his hand: "No, a voice is worth a thousand dollars, and I can't afford it. Besides, isn't her voice uncomfortable? Wouldn't I be a villain if I force the family to come on stage? Well, you tell her, give me the deposit for the performance, and the expenses for food and accommodation for these two days will be treated as a treat for me. Stop this."

Yan Meifang really couldn't hide his anger, and asked loudly, "Ye Feng, what do you mean?"

Ye Feng looked innocent: "Don't, who did I provoke someone? The person I paid for has a big arrogance and is unwilling to perform the contract. I don't even want liquidated damages. Isn't it enough to save face? How come I am now The bad guy?"

This was Ye Feng's idea, but in Yan Meifang's ears, it became unreasonable to make trouble.

Zhou Yue has already agreed to be on stage, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Taking a deep breath, Yan Meifang spoke again: "Mr. Ye, what do you want?"

Ye Feng ignored her. At this time, the waiter began to serve food. Ye Feng picked up the knife and fork and started eating directly.

Yan Meifang didn't continue to question, so she stared at Ye Feng to eat.

It wasn't until Ye Feng drank two glasses of red wine and finished a steak that Yan Meifang asked again: "Mr. Ye, what do you want to do?"

Ye Feng lifted his napkin and wiped his mouth, frowning and said, "What do I want to do? I just called the dean of your School of Economics and Management and told him that Zhou Yue asked to postpone the singing competition."

"You think, I'm a sponsor. I spent the money for Zhou Yue. It is reasonable and reasonable. Should this happen, I should say hello to your school?"

"Think about it again, because the person I invited is out of order and the match is going to be postponed. I am also responsible. So in order to keep the match going, I told your dean that I am willing to increase the money and change the judges."

boom!

As soon as Ye Feng's voice fell, Yan Meifang smashed the table.

"You want to kill Zhou Yue!" She said angrily.

Zhou Yue and Xu Ya don’t understand the two second-hands, can she still understand Yan Meifang?

The director of the Department of Culture of Nam Giang Province used to be the vice president of Gwangseong University!

The Dean of the School of Economics and Management and the Director of the Department of Culture were old colleagues, and they had very deep personal relationships. If Ye Feng did this, Zhou Yue would not die!