With a meal bill worth millions, are there people rushing to buy it?
The students were shocked. They looked at the two fainted people on the ground, and then looked at Chen Yang who was holding up the cup with a smile. Except for Hu Huifeng and Chen Ling, everyone wanted to poke their eyes with chopsticks.
These eyes cannot recognize the true God. They mistake the clay body for a Bodhisattva. It's useless to keep it. Just poke it and forget about it.
Not to mention them, Hu Huifeng and Chen Ling looked at Chen Yang with the same starry eyes.
They knew Chen Yang was awesome, but they didn't know he was so awesome.
I am afraid that only Hu Huifeng and Chen Ling here know that this encounter with Mr. Liu was not by chance. He ran from the city to the 4S store, and then followed him from the 4S store to Yulong Villa. Just to please him, he bought a few
One million orders.
What kind of spirit is this?
This is the spirit of kneeling and licking!
Chen Yang picked up the wine glass casually, and Liu Xingchang came over happily, touched the bottom of Chen Yang's glass with the upper edge of the glass, and then drank it respectfully.
Chen Yang himself just took a sip and said calmly: "President Liu's sword never grows old and his future is boundless."
Manager Liu was overjoyed when he heard this, and he immediately understood what Chen Yang meant.
This means that we are optimistic about him and want to increase investment.
Manager Liu's eyelids stopped twitching immediately, and his heart stopped hurting. He felt that these millions were so damn worth it.
He was excited when he suddenly saw a face full of pimples flashing before his eyes. He was stunned for a while before he realized what he was doing and asked uncertainly: "You... aren't you that one?"
"Xiao He, I am He Qiangqiang, Xiao He."
He Jianqiang was so excited that his pimples turned red, and he came over respectfully to help Mr. Liu pour wine.
Hu Huifeng reacted and said in Chen Yang's ear: "He Jianqiang is not working at the bank counter, or at the Agricultural Bank of China."
Chen Yang smiled.
This was my immediate boss meeting his immediate boss, no wonder he was so excited.
He Jianqiang hurried over to show his courtesy, just to show off his face in front of Mr. Liu. If the opportunity arose, he might be promoted.
Being able to get out of the pit of fire like a counter and get a loan is the obsession that supports He Jianqiang to survive until now in a bleak life.
Fortunately, Yang Liang was unconscious between him and President Liu. He Jianqiang panicked and stepped on Yang Liang's head.
He staggered, lowered his head and saw that it was Yang Liang who tripped him. He kicked him again in disgust, and then bent over to help Mr. Liu pour a glass of wine.
He Jianqiang's kick was not light. Yang Liang even frowned and groaned in his coma. As for the many dusty footprints on his face, it didn't matter.
"Nice young man."
Only God knows whether Mr. Liu remembers He Jianqiang's name.
He Jianqiang forced out a smile on his face and served him diligently, but there was endless regret in his heart.
"Why do you want to praise Yang Liang's smelly feet?"
"Why don't you kneel down and lick Chen Yang?"
Is this blindness or blindness or blindness?
He Jianqiang extremely hoped that time could go back, in which case he would step on Yang Liang's head early and fly over to hug Chen Yang's thigh.
If Chen Yang had even said "This is my classmate" to President Liu, his fate would have changed.
When He Jianqiang was immersed in endless regret, Manager Liu waved to him and said: "Who is that? Go tell the boss and charge it all to my old Liu's account. Don't make a mistake."
He Jianqiang burst into tears and said, "Nah, I really don't remember my name."