Forty-three chapters, seeking talents

Fang Zhuyun's cheeks were redder, but her eyes were shining more.

The fragrance of wine came, and the fragrance filled the clothes.

She was a little intoxicated and finally discovered that there was such a beautiful side in life. She had forgotten the glass of wine left on the table. She had already removed the big stone that was pressed in her heart. She felt that many things, as long as Ye Feng was present, would look insignificant.

Of course she still had a little doubt. How could Ye Feng know so much, but this doubt was actually in her heart for a long time, because she already knew that Ye Feng was not an ordinary person, an unusual person could always do unusual things.

When the applause was gone, Ge Minhui should have felt very proud, but he always felt the slap of applause hit him in the face.

The party was held by himself, but the limelight was snatched away by Ye Feng's glass of wine. Ge Minhui told himself to be calm and calm. Now only by calmness can he show that he is indifferent to this matter. He thinks of Fuyun, and he can't help but think of Feilong Chengyun. When he thinks of that glass of wine, he hates the Lafite brought by Chen Xiaoqing. When he thinks of Chen Xiaoqing, he realizes that Chen Xiaoqing has already walked to Ye Feng at some point and stretches out his hand openly, "Mr. Ye, thank you very much for performing such a wonderful art of bartending for us."

When she spoke, she paused and felt that the four words "barking art" could better describe her mood at this moment. When she came to Ye Feng, she realized that Fang Zhuyun seemed to be bathed in the ocean of fragrance, and there was the smiley flower. She was a little envious of Fang Zhuyun's luck and knew that she had not chosen the wrong person.

Such a man rarely has women to resist his charm as long as he displays his skills, but it makes her somewhat confused. When Ye Feng put down his wine glass, he has returned to an ordinary person, a person who looks completely different from holding up the wine glass.

Chen Xiaoqing felt that this was a master and was no longer confused by his expression. It was like a person with peerless swordsmanship. Only a master of swordsman could let him take action, and everything else was just like a floating cloud.

Ye Feng looked at her holding her hand persistently, as if she was about to slap her face without responding, so she had to reach out, but she didn't expect to hold Master Fei's hand.

"Mr. Ye, you are really a skill. I have never seen it before. I don't know which bar is in now?" After seeing Ye Feng's wine shaking skills, Young Master Fei felt that this skill was good, and it seemed to be better than the bartenders in the bar. But when he saw Chen Xiaoqing looking at Ye Feng, he did not feel anything like Ge Minhui and Chen Xiaoqing, but he felt a fire in his chest.

He reached out and inserted a slut, feeling that Ye Feng had become his potential rival. Although there was a beauty around Ye Feng, Young Master Fei had a stubborn mind. He also found that Chen Xiaoqing had never looked at him with that look. He didn't want to give up the opportunity to attack Ye Feng. Since drinking is not elegant, he compared his life experience. Young Master Fei felt that he was still not inferior to him.

Ye Feng smiled, "Young Master Fei doesn't know where he is tall?"

"I'm so arrogant." Young Master Fei shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that his nose was full of fragrance. He felt that Ye Feng was really good. If he was not his rival, he could win over him. Young Master Fei was not satisfied with his talent. Then he thought, but he should be thirsty for talent. He has several subordinates, but he is still much inferior to Ye Feng. "I don't have other abilities, I just have some money. Since I came back from Singapore, I have taken on the title of general manager of the company. I'm really troublesome."

Young Master Fei basically said that he either brought money or Singapore. It seemed that these two things were like his ID card and had to carry them with him. When he was talking in trouble, the two pockmarks on his face shone, but he still didn't forget to ask, "Mr. Ye doesn't know where he is tall?"

"I'm a pioneer." Ye Feng replied, smiled, and let go of his palm.

"Oh?" Young Master Fei frowned and thought for a moment, turned his head to look at Chen Xiaoqing, and saw that she wanted to dismember her five horses, and didn't care. "What's the name of the broken company that Minhui has acquired now?"

Ge Minhui walked over and put down the wine glass. He felt that holding the wine glass in front of Ye Feng seemed to feel like he was holding foot wash water. "Young Master, the company I bought is a pioneer, but it is not a broken company."

"Will you be acquired if you don't break?" Young Master Fei found an opportunity to refute, stabbed Ge Minhui for a moment, and remembered the main purpose of the question in a flash, "Mr. Ye is driving, a pioneer, don't know what position?"

"Now it's the general manager of the Trail Blazers," Fang Zhujun continued, knowing the intention of Mr. Fei, "of course, it's not as good as Mr. Fei's many companies, small companies, and stumbles."

Chen Xiaoqing showed a hint of surprise on her face, and she looked at Fang Zhuyun with some disdain. She was obviously a vain woman, because according to her knowledge, Ye Feng was just a salesperson and was currently in charge of something in Changsheng Pavilion, but she did not reveal the truth of the facts. However, what she didn't know was that Ye Feng had been promoted from a salesperson to a general manager position for half a day. Although the company was not big, what Fang Zhuyun said was the truth.

"That's Qucai, Qucai." Young Master Fei shook his head and smiled, "How much did you earn in that month? Are you 10,000?"

Fang Zhuyun was a little angry when she saw him. She was in a good mood for the first time drinking, but a fly came over and whispered, "That's so much."

"That's more?" Young Master Fei's smile even stronger. In fact, ten thousand yuan a month, he felt that Ye Feng was already a bit overly high. Positions worth several thousand yuan were still very common in S City. "Is there eight thousand yuan?"

"That's too much." Fang Zhujun replied to Ye Feng again.

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, trying to persuade Fang Zhuyun not to say anything. It would be quite boring to talk about these things with such a young master. Of course, Ye Feng did not agree with Fang Zhuyun's fight back, but felt that talking about money should not be discussed, but about art, which is the way to avoid the most important and overcome the enemy.

"That's more?" Young Master Fei's face was a little contemptuous. "Eight thousand yuan is not enough for me to spend a night. Mr. Ye, a talent like you, Qu talent, Mr. Ye, to be honest, how much do you have in a month? Can you always have five thousand yuan? A deputy director of my company is more than this price."

"That's too much." Fang Zhuyun replied coldly.

"Not even five thousand?" Young Master Fei expressed an incredible expression, but he was filled with joy. Seeing Ge Minhui and Chen Xiaoqing looking at him, he felt that Ye Feng's face was a bit disappointed this time. The most rare thing was the fact that he got from Fang Zhuyun. The credibility was quite great. "What does that mean to stay in a broken company? Mr. Ye, what are you? What is the most lacking in the 21st century? It is a talent like you. Come to me, how much do you pay a month? I will give you three times the salary, no. five times the salary."

If she could press over Ye Feng, tens of thousands of dollars were nothing. Young Master Fei thought of this and quickly looked at Chen Xiaoqing's expression, feeling that her face seemed to be covered with paste, hard, and she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Ye Feng, look. I've negotiated a good price for you, you can consider it." Fang Zhujun laughed, "Young Master Fei looks like a keen eye to know heroes. Last month, your company paid 400,000 yuan, three times the salary, 1.2 million yuan a month, five times the salary, 2 million yuan a month. It's also pretty good."

"What?" Master Fei's eyes almost burst out. No matter how you look at Ye Feng, he doesn't look like he is worth 400,000 yuan a month. "Miss Fang, didn't you say, 10,000 yuan is that more than that?"

"Yes, it's more than ten thousand." Fang Zhujun smiled sly, "Is 400,000 definitely more than ten thousand?"

Young Master Fei couldn't speak, and only listened to Fang Zhuyun saying, "Although only two million a month is not too much. It's rare for Young Master Fei to be so eager to seek talent. Ye Feng, please think about it carefully."

Ye Feng looked at the funny frog-like swallowing in Young Master Fei's mouth and waved his hand, "I'm busy now and I'm just becoming the general manager. Thank you for your kindness."

"So that's the case, that's a pity." Young Master Fei came to his senses, his face a little embarrassed, no longer talking about Qucai. He was really unable to bear the 2 million talents a month. He originally thought Fang Zhuyun might be a little bragging, but this topic has been dying and there is no need to develop it any more.

The next show should have climaxes one after another, but as soon as Ye Feng's flying dragon move was used, the dance party behind seemed indifferent and boring. Everyone looked at Ye Feng's expression and felt that this person was not simple. Young Master Fei thought Ye Feng was from a bartender. After asking for a long time, he found that Ge Minhui knew nothing. Chen Xiaoqing seemed to know, but he didn't want to ask.

At the dance party, Ye Feng sat next to Fang Zhuyun like a guardian, effectively resisting the many seekers of the fragrance. Fang Zhuyun just said that he could not dance, and Ye Feng also said that he could not. The two people who could not dance found a tacit understanding and formed a circle that closely made people unable to penetrate. The whispering laughter spread from time to time, which made Ge Minhui feel a little jealous when he saw it.

"Ye Feng, why do you still know how to mix bartenders?" Fang Zhuyun held the wine glass, and she was very good. Of course, there was only one bottle of Lafite in 1982. Her cup was red wine, but it was not expensive. Ye Feng did not drink, so he ordered a glass of mineral water.

This made Ge Minhui feel a little depressed that this kid is really perfect and the skinny donkey is not overwhelmed? If he had picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip, it would have been an excuse for Ge Minhui to laugh at him. It was a pity that Ye Feng looked dull, but he did not give him any excuses.

"I learned it." Ye Feng smiled, looked around at the men and women in the dance floor, frowned. He had too many skills that he could not understand, such as unlocking like a thief, drawing circuit diagrams like a technician, and the sensitivity of the stock market that he could not learn from, and the memory of flocking to him after he picked up the wine glass. The moment he picked up the wine glass, the shock in his heart was stronger than that of Chen Xiaoqing and Ge Minhui.

The next performance was not like him dancing the wine glass, but a magic power urging his fingers to jump. It was the first time he had come into contact with this kind of goblet wine glass in more than two years, but he seemed to have been familiar with it for a lifetime.

Ye Feng was not stupid. He already knew a lot. He knew that these things would not be attached to him in vain. Listening to the sometimes soft and sometimes explosive music in the dance hall, the light of the colorful luxuriant light, he felt a little disgusted. In his memory, a man flashed out, turning his wine glass like magic in his hand, looking coldly inside the venue, and staying out of the matter!

"Who did you learn from? It's so good-looking?" Fang Zhuyun was ignorant and fearless, just felt that Ye Feng was agile in turning the wine glass, but she was not as shocked as Chen Xiaoqing's knowledgeable.

"Can you teach me?" Fang Zhuyun was a little curious and a little fun mentality.

Ye Feng looked at his hands, but was silent.

"It's okay if you don't teach me, don't make things so difficult, right?" Fang Zhujun smiled a little reluctantly.

"Your hands should not be used to hold wine glasses," Ye Feng Zhanyan smiled and said, "I think, actually turning the wine glass seems to be good-looking and boring, but it's very boring."

Fang Zhujun fell silent, thinking about the meaning of his words, and began to feel very light. After thinking about it carefully, she felt like crying. She actually wanted to ask Ye Feng the most, what kind of person are you?

"What about your knowledge about Lafite? I also learned it?" Fang Zhuyun changed the topic, but changed the angle.

"I seem to have been a wine salesman." Ye Feng smiled slightly and said casually, "How about it, is the information I remember in Rafi's memory accurate enough?"

"How many bottles of Lafite have you sold?" Fang Zhuyun also smiled.

"No bottle was sold." Ye Feng replied seriously.

"Why?" Fang Zhuyun was a little puzzled.

"It's just because they think I seem to be more suitable for drinking Lafite than them." Ye Feng laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward, almost bursting with tears, but he didn't notice that Fang Zhuyun's smile had become very light when he lowered his head, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

Ye Feng must have something to worry about. Fang Zhuyun thought that he was an extraordinary person, but he still had problems that he could not solve, so he would help him calmly.
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