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Chapter 21 Let's go sing a song?(2/2)

If there is no system.

Are you qualified to wear a 200,000 watch?

Are you qualified to make a beautiful woman of 90% be attentive to herself?

Are you qualified to let a company invested in a giant to welcome you in a Mercedes-Benz?

Ye Chen lamented the wonders of life.

If there is no system.

I guess I'm playing games at home now.

Waiting for the start of university boringly.

...

"Prince Kanglong...is a very famous hotel in Seoul, but the business has been a bit bad in the past two years. You also know the specific reasons..."

After more than half an hour's drive.

The two of them came to a golden and palatial hotel.

That's right, it can be called golden and beautiful.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the two entered the private room.

"Mr. Ye, our boss has something to do today and cannot welcome him, so I asked me to do it for him and instruct me to take good care of Mr. Ye... I will invite Mr. Ye to our company tomorrow, so we will discuss the business in detail!"

The other party is not in a hurry.

Ye Chen nodded and waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

Next, the two of them chatted casually while having dinner.

"Mr. Ye Chen is really young and promising..."

"You're welcome!"

"I don't know who made the algorithm of the beauty nemesis mini program. It's so genius. No major companies can do it! There are many Internet celebrity companies in Seoul, but you make those Internet celebrities hate them to death!"

Zhang Han smiled and joked, with a temptation.

Ye Chen did not answer, but asked curiously: "Are there many Internet celebrities in Seoul?"

"Of course, you have to know that the headquarters of seafood live broadcast is in Seoul..."

The two chatted casually.

Although Zhang Han is testing, it is not obvious.

After an hour, I will be full of wine and meals.

When Zhang Han went to check out, Ye Chen also vaguely heard the sound, 3,800 yuan...

Tsk, looking at the seven plates of dishes that didn't eat much on the table.

The average price per market is more than 300 yuan.

What a luxury...

However, the other party should be using the company's money to entertain himself.

"Mr. Ye, next, let's go sing?"

Hearing Zhang Han's words, Ye Chen hesitated.
Chapter completed!
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