Tang Wan smiled and put the letter and invitation into Chen Yang's arms and said, "Don't worry, I won't misunderstand you. You didn't even leave your contact information, otherwise how could you have sent it to me?"
Chen Yang, I am very confident about you."
She tapped Chen Yang's lips with her hand and said, "I guess you just said you weren't going?"
Chen Yang nodded honestly.
Tang Wan took back her hand and said with a smile: "Go ahead, go ahead. A real man can't hang around his wife all day long. He should make friends and make friends. It'll be okay. I believe you."
Chen Yang subconsciously reached out, held Tang Wan's hand, and nodded heavily.
That night, Chen Yang went to Fang Wen's appointment.
The place we had a dinner date was not bad. It was a villa area that was picked up in groups when overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia were persecuted in the early years when they returned to Xiajiang City to take refuge.
This villa area is called "Qiao Village".
The naming of communities in that era was very interesting. It was obviously an apartment complex or a villa area, but the word "village" was added to it.
There are so-and-so new villages everywhere.
The same is true for overseas Chinese villages.
Except for a few of these villas, all of them are vacant. After all, their owners returned to Southeast Asia after the anti-Chinese incident.
These vacant villas have been spotted by a group of second generations in Xiajiang City, who rent them out one by one and turn them into high-end restaurants.
Don't tell me, it's quite profitable.
Chen Yang once heard Han Dong mention that the high-end restaurants there had annual profits of at least tens of millions.
The restaurant where Chen Yang went for an appointment tonight is called Qiao Village No. 33.
Qiaocun No. 33 specializes in Cantonese cuisine, fresh seafood, and dishes made from dried seafood, all of which are unique in Xiajiang City.
Not to mention seafood.
Among the Cantonese dishes that are available for sale, Chen Yang’s favorite is fish maw and goose palm rice bowl.
Palm-sized, half-palm-thick fish maw, thick and thick abalone juice, goose feet from the Chaoshan region, and rice steamed from Thai fragrant rice.
I have a strong appetite for Chen Yang.
When they arrived at the place, Chen Yang saw Fang Wen as soon as he entered the box.
Fang Wen today is different from what he saw before he went to Beijing last time.
At that time, Fang Wen gave people the look of a neat white-collar woman who worked hard and was pale, with eyes red from suffocation.
Now he is wearing a professional dress and appropriate makeup, making him look like a gold-collared man.
Chen Yang was relieved to see it, feeling that he had finally repaid part of his kindness.
"Chen Yang, your wife is so beautiful."
Fang Wen first reminisced about old times with Chen Yang, and then spoke with emotion and praise.
Chen Yang accepted it all and nodded without humility: "I also think my wife is the most beautiful."
Fang Wen smiled, raised her glass and said, "I mainly want to thank you for giving me this opportunity."
"I have transformed the company, and there will be an auction tomorrow that we will participate in."
"Chen Yang, I ask you to please go and have a look."
Fang Wen said with some emotion: "I accept your help shamelessly, but I have no intention of lying on your help and enjoying it with peace of mind."
"I will try my best to make the company bigger and then give it back to you."