Although Xia Yaoguang has a noble temperament, he is a carefree person. After chatting for a few words, he became familiar with Ye Fan. He also said that he and Ye Fan would watch a movie alone in the evening. In short, it made Ye Fan very embarrassed.
After dinner, Xia Yaoguang started to get serious when he came to Nantian Building, discussing with Meng Qingyi the establishment, construction, operation and future development plans of the company.
This is enough to reflect Xia Yaoguang's professionalism.
Ye Fan had nothing to do and was about to go out to find Wan Guihai. Meng Qingyi shouted: "Xiaofan, go to Zijun Mansion."
"Master Song said that I would find a good job for you. Whether you want it or not, you have to go and have a look. After all, we are getting a lot of care from others. I would be sorry if I didn't go."
"All right."
Ye Fan had no choice but to drive to Zijun Mansion.
This car was a BMW 730, Xia Yaoguang's car. She couldn't come to Nanling without a car. Originally, Meng Qingyi wanted to buy it for her, but Xia Yaoguang firmly disagreed.
Xia Yaoguang is also a little rich woman.
The family conditions are pretty good. Although my parents are not rich, they are still middle class people.
Not long after, we arrived at Zijun Mansion.
This is the headquarters of the Zijun Mansion. It is extremely brilliant and high-end. Compared with this Zijun Mansion in Changning, it is like a calf or an elephant. There is no comparison at all.
The square in front of Zijun Mansion is filled with luxury cars.
Ye Fan's BMW 730 belongs to the lowest level. Most of them are sports cars. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Koenigsegg, Bentley, etc. are all cars of the rich second generation.
"Hello sir, please show me your membership card."
"membership card?"
When the receptionist heard this, she immediately knew that Ye Fan did not have a membership card, and her attitude became much colder.
"Our Zijun Mansion is a private restaurant. You must be introduced by someone and apply for a membership card before you can enter. If you don't have a membership card, do you have an introducer? You can still enter by showing proof."
"Song Nanyang asked me to come."
"Song Nanyang, the eldest son of the Song family?" The receptionist was surprised and immediately looked at Ye Fan. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and did not know the rich young master. She asked, "Do you have any proof?"
"Just go and report it."
"Sorry, you can't report it if you want. What should I do if I disturb Mr. Song? Are you responsible? I think you should give Mr. Song a call."
Ye Fan said coldly: "I don't have his phone number."
The receptionist was impatient and snorted: "You have nothing and you just want to enter Zijun Mansion with just your mouth. What a joke. Just wait here."
"Xiaolan, what's wrong?"
"Sister, this person doesn't have a membership card or proof. He said that Mr. Song asked him to come here. I think he just wants to sneak in."
A woman who looked like the foreman came out, glanced at Ye Fan, and said disdainfully: "Everyone wants to enter the Zijun Mansion, what do they think of the Zijun Mansion? You leave quickly, don't stand in front of the restaurant door anymore, and influence it."
The image of our restaurant.”
Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged.
Who is he? His status and state of mind are beyond the comparison of ordinary people. Why should he be angry with a few ants?
In addition, Ye Fan was as clear as a mirror and knew that this must be arranged by Song Nanyang, so he deliberately humiliated him, made things difficult for him, and gave him a blow.
Under normal circumstances, if Song Nanyang asked him to come, he would definitely arrange for someone to greet him outside.
Ye Fan was worried that he had no excuse to attack Song Nanyang in front of Meng Qingyi. This was coming to his door, so he turned around and left without saying any nonsense.
"Um?"
Several reception ladies were confused.
Indeed, as Ye Fan expected, Song Nanyang arranged for them to make things difficult and humiliate them. I thought Ye Fan would be furious, but he left like this.
What can be done?
At this moment, a voice shouted: "Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye!"
A man in a suit ran out of Zijun Mansion, came to Ye Fan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, I'm late. I didn't expect you to come so fast. Come on, come on, please come inside, my young master is already here