The Richest Man Yang Fei

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

Wudaokou Xishu noodle restaurant, bathed in this glow.

During the rush hour, the business of the noodle shop was not very good, but there were also a few guests sitting sparsely.

A luxury Mercedes Benz parked at the door, Liu Fu took the lead to get off, opened the door, respectfully said: "Master, here. Miss, please get off."

The two minibuses that followed also stopped one after another.

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

"Yes, sir. Don't worry, sir, if he dares to make any wicked ideas, I will discipline him to not get out of this door!"

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

"Yes, yes, it is to protect the master. But the defensive heart is indispensable." Liu Fu bowed respectfully.

"Dad, this is this small noodle restaurant." The woman pointed forward, "It's about half past five, it's just a minute away."

"Ok."

When she walked to the noodle restaurant, the woman looked inside. Because it was backlit, she couldn't see clearly. Her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the shop, and she saw Yang Fei sitting in the corner.

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

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

Seeing the visitor, Yang Fei got up, stood there, and smiled faintly: "Presumably this is the guest of invitation."

"This is the young and wealthy Mr. Yang Feiyang, right? Under Fu Heng. This is the little girl Fu Ying." Fu Heng is about fifty years old, with thick eyebrows and very long eyebrows, which are very rare. He has a long beard, is tall and burly, and his face is not angry or pretentious.

"Mr. Fu is good." Yang Fei looked at him, thinking that the surname of Fu is quite special, especially the people surnamed Fu on the capital side, mostly descendants of the nobles of the Qing Dynasty.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the eight major Manchu surnames were changed to Han surnames in order to avoid disaster.

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

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

The Fucha clan was also a surname active in the harem, and the power was in the hands. After the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, the Fucha clan changed the surname according to the pronunciation of Chinese characters, respectively Fu, Fu and Fu.

Yang Fei intuitively felt that this Fu Heng was mostly a descendant of 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 smiled, made a please gesture, and said, "Boss, serve."

Fu Ying glanced at the owner of the small noodle shop and asked, "Isn't there a woman here in the morning? Why did you change to a man?"

Yang Fei said faintly, "Isn't it allowed to change shifts?"

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

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

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

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

Fu Ying bit Yinya secretly with anger, and gave Yang Fei a blank glance, but it was a pity that the latter didn't pay attention to this detail at all.

"Liquor is turbid liquor brought by the owner from his hometown. It tastes not as good as white liquor, but the wine is grain, which is better than pure grain brewing and has its original flavor in it." Yang Fei said, "Mr. Fu, I will just drink some. "

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

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

Fu Heng snorted coldly: "While going, is there any place for you to speak here?"

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

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

Yang Fei chuckled and said, "Mr. Fu is a rich man and he is more particular about eating. If you don't worry about this wine, then just don't drink it."

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

Yang Fei also drank a drink: "There is no good thing to entertain, just prepare a little wine and side dishes, Mr. Fu shouldn't dislike it."

Fu Heng said: "I heard the little girl say that Mr. Yang usually serves a bowl of small noodles for breakfast? It seems that today's meal can be regarded as a big meal, and Mr. Yang is costly."

Yang Fei said, "I have lived this life since I was a child. I am satisfied if I can have a full meal. As long as people are not hungry, they are able to work energetically. If they eat too well, their health is prone to problems."

Fu Heng sighed and said, "It makes sense. I think that in those days, red rice, pumpkin soup, millet and rifle still made a big difference. I think Mr. Yang has such ambitions? It's just that you worked hard, It's a business kingdom."

"Hahaha!" Yang Fei smiled, "Mr. Fu is a funny person. At best, I am just a small businessman, so lucky. Mr. Fu knows my details well, but I don't know what Mr. Fu does?"

Fu Heng said, "Relying on the shadow of our ancestors and having little family resources, I have been doing antiques."

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

Fu Heng was taken aback, and then smiled: "Mostly it is a vassal word, but reason is true and credible."

Yang Fei said, "Yeah~www.ltnovel.com~Who is Puyi? The pendulums used in his house are all genuine antiques. Therefore, he doesn't need to learn how to distinguish antiques. He can know the authenticity at a glance. Just like us every day. If you buy fake cigarettes one day, you don’t need to be identified, you will know the truth by taking a sip. The people in the bank will know the authenticity of the banknotes without looking at them and touching them. This is called practice makes perfect, it is dozens of Years of accumulated 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 precious. I'll just say it straightforwardly! I did make a lot of money in the antiques business, but what we're making is a sideline. It is getting harder and harder, so I want to change my career and do some legitimate business. I am very optimistic about the Liuliu Shopping Plaza under Mr. Yang's name. Can I join in?"

Yang Fei said, "I said to Lingyuan in the morning that I am very picky about partners. I ask a question. If Mr. Fu's answer is satisfactory to me, we will cooperate. How about?"

Fu Heng said: "Please write a question!"

Yang Fei said: "Life's encounters are unpredictable. Suppose one day, Mr. Fu loses his money in business and is so poor that only one dollar is left. What would you do?"