Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Nan Yan frowned.

The previous post said that the second floor of the Jiuqu Building was covered. Now I came to see that the whole restaurant was covered.

For ordinary business people, this is considered to be very sincere, and it really gives face to today's customers, but for them, it is not the case at all. Entering a place where people are all other people means extreme danger.

You know, two nights ago, they just burned the Gaosheng Inn.

However, Nan Yan did not make a fuss, just raised her head and glanced at Zhu Feng. Seeing him still walking inside without changing her face, she followed him behind him without changing her face, and passed through the empty lobby. Go directly to the second floor from the stairs in the center of the lobby.

The second floor, unlike the spacious lobby, is a row of private rooms.

In normal times, the middle of the private rooms are divided into several rooms with screens, but today, all the screens have been removed, several doors are all opened, and the entire second floor is unobstructed.

Therefore, when the two of them stepped on the second floor, they saw a middle-aged man sitting behind the middle table.

This person is about forty or fifty years old, with a big belly, but he looks very strong. His face is full of flesh. Although he is smiling, Nan Yan can see the fierce light that cannot be concealed from the cracks in his eyes. .

It's not a good thing to know at a glance.

And sitting under the right hand is Xu Miaoming, who first came here to wish Feng and the others.

For today’s banquet, it seems that only the two of them and Xu Miaoming, who are accompanying guests, were invited, so instead of the big round table that looked lively and lively, there were several tables in front and on each side. It's the first time to meet each other, so you don't have to sit so close as soon as you come, but it makes people feel vigilant.

However, Nanyan's sense of vigilance has not weakened at all.

I saw that middle-aged man stood up, smiled at them and arched his hands. Tan Boyun, who accompanied them upstairs, said: "Two, this is the shopkeeper of our Hang Seng Bank, boss Lu Taining."

Nalu Taining immediately arched his hands at them.

Logically, as a guest, it is natural to return the gift.

But Zhu Feng just nodded at him, as if the other party's salute to him was justified, and then took Nan Yan directly to the table on the left and sat down.

Lu Taining's face became slightly stiff.

Tan Boyun probably did not expect that this "Master Huang" should not give face so much. However, his body exudes a kind of pressure that is not angry and pretentious and makes people afraid to make trouble. When he stood at the door to welcome guests, he felt a cold sweat.

Zhu Feng walked to the guest seat and sat down.

His figure is tall, even if he sits down, it looks like an iron tower is standing there, his hands are flat on the table, it looks like a normal sitting, but people facing him can't help but produce Kind of, like the illusion of being judged by him.

For a moment, although he was sitting in the guest seat, the whole scene seemed to be controlled by him.

Lu Taining stood behind the main seat, feeling a little flustered.

This Huang Si-he felt vaguely in his heart that maybe from the beginning, they shouldn't provoke this person.

Just when the atmosphere was a little stiff and the host didn't know what to do next, Xu Miaoming's gentle voice came from the other side: "Since the guest has arrived, then, the shopkeeper, shouldn't the wine be served first?"