Ding Fan, who has not yet decided on a girlfriend, seems to have become an emotional mentor. Huang Yongping nodded repeatedly when he said this, suddenly enlightened, suddenly awakened, and rekindled his fighting spirit.
Huang Yongping proposed to have dinner together, but Ding Fan refused. There will be a dinner party in the evening, and the brothers will meet again another day.
It wasn't that Ding Fan refused on purpose, Fang Pengyuan sent a message on WeChat, sincerely wanting to invite Ding Fan to dinner, and Ding Fan agreed, as he happened to have something to discuss in detail with him.
When he returned to Fuyao Building, it was already time to get off work. Ding Fan went directly to the underground garage and saw Wu Yahuan waiting here smoking a cigarette, planning to go home together.
"Sister Huan, Fang Pengyuan invites you to dinner, let's go together!" Ding Fan said with a smile.
Wu Yahuan was very satisfied and pretended to ask, "I'm going. I won't delay your chat about private matters, right?"
"It doesn't matter. Sister Huan will follow you. He should be happier. You can't even invite him usually. Peng Pi Sheng Hui."
"Hmph, Fang Pengyuan has made the most money. I don't blame Hai Guanghui for being jealous. I can't stand it either. When the martial arts center is built, he will be able to earn back the little money he invested. Usually you still say that he is an honest person, an honest person.
He is the worst at doing honest things!" Wu Yahuan snorted.
"In business, you have to let people make money." Ding Fan said.
"Then share it with him privately!"
"If Sister Huan opens his mouth, can he still make a profit?"
"Haha, how could I be so greedy!"
After driving on the road, the two of them rushed to the Fuyao Hotel. This location was not far from the Haikuotiankong Villa District and Sanyuan Building. Above it was the Burning Love Bar, which Ding Fan had been to twice.
Fuyao Hotel has nothing to do with Fuyao Group. It was once a state-owned hotel with a long history. It was later converted to a private sector and was run very poorly. It was barely rated as a four-star hotel last year.
"Fang Pengyuan is so stingy. A meal at Fuyao Hotel costs only five hundred yuan." Wu Yahuan said dissatisfied.
"I think this place is very good. Not only is it close to home, but you can also go to a bar and dance." Ding Fan said.
"Hey, DJ Huanhuan, you can't show up casually anymore."
Wu Yahuan shook his head regretfully. Today is different from the past. As a billionaire woman, going to a bar to play DJ and dance will make headlines, which will also make the security work of the bodyguard extremely difficult.
After all, a place like a bar is extremely noisy and full of people. It is not easy to detect several killers hiding there.
"How about we open a bar another day, you be the DJ and I'll dance!" Ding Fan said with a smile.
"If there is no atmosphere, it will be boring." Wu Yahuan shook his head, but he was very touched in his heart. To this day, Ding Fan still remembers her hobbies, which is very rare.
"It's easy to create an atmosphere. All employees of Fuyao Group participate, and the management atmosphere is lively."
"Haha, this is a good idea. Let's wait until the martial arts center is built!" Wu Yahuan blinked his big eyes a few times, clasped his fingers and said, "When our bar is built, Cai Cai Shao will come, she will be the most unappetizing, that one
Lan Shan doesn’t care, she just likes to steal the limelight without showing any trace! Not to mention Sikong Ye, he just stopped at the door..."
Ding Fan burst out laughing. Wu Yahuan was quite cute at this time.
The two parked the car and walked into the Fuyao Hotel side by side, arriving at private room 303. Fang Pengyuan was already waiting here. Seeing Wu Yahuan also coming with him, he stood up so violently that the table shook several times.
The special relationship between Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan needs no explanation. Many people regard Ding Fan as the future son-in-law of the Wu family, but they have not announced it publicly.
"Ms. Wu's presence in person will make Pengpi shine!" Fang Pengyuan said as he came up.
Wu Yahuan pursed her lips and smiled, and Ding Fan really got it right. The words were all the same, "Mr. Fang, are you the first shareholder to make money in this project?"
"Thank you for your trust and support. Hengyuan Company will do its best to build high-quality projects, not seeking profits, but seeking quality!" Fang Pengyuan assured with a smile.
"Not seeking profit? No one believes this, what a waste of time!" Wu Yahuan pouted.
"Mr. Fang has a good character, and everyone is assured of the quality of the project. As for making money, it is necessary. Otherwise, how can the company develop and grow?" Ding Fan said.
"As a real estate company, working capital is more important. I personally hope to get a lot of dividends from the project. I really don't have high expectations for project profits." Fang Pengyuan said frankly.
"The high morale and integrity are touching. Hurry up and start the project, and allocate 500 million yuan in project fees first." Wu Yahuan said casually.
"Thank you Miss Wu!" Fang Pengyuan was very happy.
Wu Yahuan wasn't very interested in the food here. Ding Fan didn't care about food and drink, so anything was fine. Fang Pengyuan called the waiter and ordered the eight most expensive dishes, which were similar to Wu Yahuan's estimate, not more than five hundred.
In Ding Fan's opinion, Fang Peng is far from being a stingy person. It is precisely this pragmatic and frugal style that makes people feel more at ease.
Fang Pengyuan ordered another beer. Considering that it was not far from home, Ding Fan did not refuse. A meal without wine would always lack some atmosphere.
When the food and wine were served, Ding Fan finally understood the reason why Fuyao Hotel was tepid.
The workmanship is exquisite, the color and aroma are not bad, and it is very relaxing to eat and drink here. However, the dishes are too small, and there is only one layer on the bottom of the plate. It is okay for girls with small appetites. If you meet a man who can eat, you can eat alone
Both dishes were only half full.
"The hotel is too stingy, just ordering food like this." Wu Yahuan expressed dissatisfaction. Only a stingy person like Fang Pengyuan would choose such a stingy hotel.
Fang Pengyuan was a little embarrassed and explained: "Fuyao Hotel promotes southern specialties. The portion is a little small, but the taste is still quite distinctive. If it's not enough, you can order more."
“Definitely enough to eat!”
Ding Fan waved his hand politely, but with just one chopstick, a third of the plate of tender pork was missing, revealing the white bottom of the plate. Wu Yahuan couldn't hold on, and burst into laughter. Ding Fan commented on the meal with seriousness.
The dish in my mouth was "moderately soft and smooth, and the taste was really good, just a little too sweet."
Fang Pengyuan poured wine for the two of them diligently, and Wu Yahuan didn't have a big appetite, so he stopped criticizing. The three of them exchanged glasses and chatted while eating.
After three rounds of drinking and not much food left, Ding Fan got down to business and said, "Director Fang, there is something I want to entrust you with. I hope you can keep it a secret."
"Don't worry, brother, I guarantee my personal credibility and will never reveal anything to anyone." Fang Pengyuan promised, patting his chest. Seeing that Ding Fan did not shy away from Wu Yahuan, he knew that both of them knew about this matter.
"No. 88, in essence, is actually a tomb. The structure is very stable. I hope that construction can start there first," Ding Fan said.
"So what if it's a tomb where people have been buried? I don't believe this!" Fang Pengyuan said generously, "I will send engineering and technical personnel to investigate first, and then arrange for a construction company. Since the structure is stable, more work is
Renovation and reinforcement.”
"Actually, there are seven tombs there." Ding Fan lowered his voice.