In the banquet hall, Dong Mingyue stood in front of Ye Fan, always maintaining a bowing posture.
This scene had an unprecedented visual impact on everyone present.
It was like a huge boulder smashing into the calm lake, setting off a storm in their hearts!
You know, Dong Mingyue is no ordinary club manager. The backer behind him is Zhan Tiange, an underground tycoon in Suzhou and Hangzhou!
In the entire city of Suzhou and Hangzhou, I'm afraid there aren't many people who can make her lower her status and bow like this!
But now, in front of Ye Fan, the most inconspicuous loser in the field, she has lowered her noble head. This is really unbelievable.
For a moment, all the wealthy children in the venue stretched their necks and looked at Ye Fan.
However, the next moment, Dong Mingyue opened her red lips slightly and said to Ye Fan in an unusually respectful voice:
"Boss, you're here! Why didn't you notify me in advance? Mingyue can arrange it for you!"
"boom!"
Dong Mingyue's words were like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears, and even caused tons of critical hits, almost overturning their worldview!
Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, their mouths opened wide enough to swallow an egg, and their faces were filled with incredible expressions.
Hua Yingjie, who was the closest, felt as if his heart had been violently grasped by a pair of invisible hands. He couldn't breathe anymore and was about to suffocate.
Old...boss?
What a joke!
Why would Manager Dong call Ye Fan, a loser, boss?
Hua Yingjie even wondered if he was participating in some prank show, so that such a ridiculous thing happened!
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"Sister Mingyue, didn't I tell you before that you don't need to be so polite?"
Ye Fan said with a smile, and at the same time reached out to help Dong Mingyue, who had been bowing, to stand up straight.
When Dong Mingyue almost fell down before, Hua Yingjie wanted to help her, but Dong Mingyue looked disgusted, as if Hua Yingjie had some infectious disease and was afraid to avoid it.
But now, instead of rejecting Ye Fan's touch, Dong Mingyue looked flattered.
The status of the two in Dong Mingyue's eyes is a matter of judgment!
At this moment, Hua Yingjie's heart skipped a beat, and a strong ominous omen surged through his body.
"Gudong!"
He swallowed hard, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched because something suddenly rang out.
Hua Yingjie only knew that the manager of the Ivy Club was named Dong, but he did not know her real name.
And when Ye Fan was framed just now, he had called for rescue troops, and it seemed that he was looking for "Sister Mingyue"!
Could it be that the "Sister Mingyue" in Ye Fan's mouth is Manager Dong in front of him?
Now, there is some trouble!
Just when Hua Yingjie was guessing, Dong Mingyue looked serious and said to Ye Fan with great respect:
"Boss, there is a difference between superiority and inferiority. You are the master of Ivy Club. No matter how much Mingyue respects you, it is all right!"
"What?!"
Hearing this, all the rich kids in the venue were dumbfounded!
Dong Mingyue called Ye Fan "boss" before, which surprised them.
But in their hearts, they still have the "preconceived" impression that Ye Fan is just a stinky loser. There must be some misunderstanding in this.
But now, Dong Mingyue has made it so clear!
The owner of the Ivy Club!
These words were like a steel nail, penetrating into the ears of everyone present.
For a time, these wealthy children gathered together in small groups and started whispering:
"Holy crap! What the hell is going on! How could a loser like Ye Fan be the owner of the Ivy Club?"
"This Qingteng Club is the most high-end club in Suzhou and Hangzhou, worth at least several hundred million!"
"More than a billion? You are underestimating this place! Beside the West Lake, where every inch of land is precious, there is such a large private area. The land alone is worth more than a few hundred million! In the box, all the calligraphy and paintings by famous people are hanging.
The total number of authentic works is an astronomical figure, at least two to three billion!"
Hearing this, someone in the venue was stunned and said: "Oh my God! Isn't Ye Fan's worth equal to Hua Shao's father?"
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As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together.
The friends of multi-millionaires are multi-millionaires, and the friends of billionaires are billionaires!
Although the children from wealthy families who came to the party had extraordinary family backgrounds, their parents' net worth ranged from tens to hundreds of millions.
So although they can be regarded as the rich second generation, they are not in the top circle.
Two to three billion is an astronomical number to them!
In their eyes, Ye Fan, a smelly loser wearing a shabby school uniform and riding a yellow car, suddenly transformed into a big boss worth billions. This was really hard for them to accept.
At this moment, someone else wondered: "Huh? Didn't Mr. Hua say before that the boss behind this club is the underground tycoon Zhan Tiange? Why has he become Ye Fan again now?"
"Haha... In my opinion, Hua Yingjie's words are not very reliable! Are you just talking nonsense because you want to show off in front of us?" Someone said unscrupulously.
"Shh... keep your voice down, Mr. Hua is right in front, it would be bad if he hears you!"
"Tch! I'm not afraid of Hua Yingjie. My dad is the real leader of the construction committee. Hua Yingjie's dad has to ask my dad for approval when he wants to get land. He doesn't dare to offend me!"
"That's right! He is used to pretending to be cool in school, and a group of people support him, and he really thinks he is so awesome! After doing it for a long time, he turns out to be a liar who only knows how to brag!"
As the saying goes, when a wall falls, people push it, and all of a sudden, these sarcastic remarks poured into Hua Yingjie's ears overwhelmingly.
At this moment, Hua Yingjie's face turned pale, his whole body was shaking with anger, his fists were clenched with anger, and his nails were digging into the skin of his palms, but he didn't even notice.
At this time, Dong Mingyue turned around, pointed at Hua Yingjie on the side, and asked Ye Fan: "Boss, is this guy your friend?"
"Haha...Sister Mingyue, I am not worthy to be the friend of a superior person like Mr. Hua! Just now, a bottle of 1982 Lafite was smashed to the ground by me, and Mr. Hua was planning to make me kneel down and kowtow to him.
Apologize!" Ye Fan said lightly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"What?!"
After hearing these words, Dong Mingyue's face changed drastically, and a deep look of sullenness appeared in his eyes.
What a joke!
Not to mention just a bottle of 1982 Lafite, even if Ye Fan smashed the entire Ivy Club, there would be no problem!
Because, this Qingteng [ www.bequge.xyz] club is his private property.
Now Hua Yingjie actually asked Ye Fan to kowtow and apologize. Even if Ye Fan didn't say anything, how could Dong Mingyue, as his subordinate, endure it?!
On the other side, feeling Dong Mingyue's anger, Hua Yingjie had large beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still refused to give up!
Because he was clearly certain that the boss behind this club was Zhan Tiange, so how could it change hands so easily?
The next moment, Hua Yingjie looked at Dong Mingyue unwillingly and cautiously tried:
"Manager Dong, as far as I know, the owner of this Qingteng Club is Mr. Zhan! How could it be Ye Fan? Is there any misunderstanding here? Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?"
As soon as these words came out, Dong Mingyue's eyebrows stood up, as cold as ice, and her tone was as cold as the cold wind in Siberia:
"Hmph... Hua Yingjie, who do you think you are? You dare to question my words? A few days ago, Master Zhan has donated the Ivy League Club to Mr. Ye. Do I need your consent in advance? How dare you do that in the Ivy League Club?
Are you tired of provoking our boss here?"
Seeing Dong Mingyue, who looked charming and gentle, showing such a strong side, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised.
However, Dong Mingyue spoke for him like this, and Ye Fan was still very grateful.
But after hearing these words, Hua Yingjie really gave up. His pupils dilated instantly, with a look of disbelief on his face, his lips moved, he looked at Mark and murmured:
"No! Impossible! Ye Fan, you are just an ordinary poor student. As a master of war, how could I give up the Ivy League Club to you? Why?"
Hua Yingjie's words brought out the thoughts of everyone present.
For a time, countless eyes were all focused on Ye Fan.