When he saw the lobster as big as a basin being served on the table, Fang Zhe probably knew why this New Year's Eve dinner was so expensive.
Then the chef came out pushing the trolley, and the female manager of the restaurant introduced with a smile: "Tuna sashimi!"
This dish was made freshly by the chef, and it looked very high-end. The three women were all in high spirits, watching the chef take the fish slices from the ice, put them on the plate and serve them. The special soy sauce and mustard were prepared by the women.
Hand-delivered by the manager.
Fang Zhe put his elbows on the table, crossed his hands and watched the chef at work, with a smile on his face, but he felt more and more in his heart that the price of this thing was entirely due to the speculation of Little Japan.
There are only six pieces of sashimi in a plate. Picking up one piece and dipping it with dipping sauce, it doesn’t feel particularly delicious when you eat it. Looking at the intoxicated expressions of the three women, Fang Zhe thought that they probably had stronger tastes since they were young.
The problem is, this dish is not a top delicacy here. Another possibility is that he doesn't like the habit of eating raw food.
After eating a piece of Fang Zhe, she stopped. After the three women each praised the dish, Fang Zhe also turned around and expressed her approval. In fact, she felt in her heart that the ingredients were top-notch and the food was authentic, and the others were not.
Already.
In Fang Zhe's view, many things are the product of capital speculation.
"Why don't you finish eating?" Yun Jue saw clearly from the side and couldn't help but ask with a smile.
"I don't like raw food very much." Fang Zhe gave such an explanation, which can be regarded as telling the truth.
As he spoke, Fang Zhe stretched out his hand towards the lobster. This thing was at least cooked. He took off a large pair of tongs and the chef carefully opened the shell. When he opened it gently, he could see the snow-white meat. Smear some raw soy sauce into your mouth and fill your mouth with delicious flavor.
, the meat is not tender and smooth.
Yun Jue did not ask further questions, but asked the female manager to pour the sobered red wine. She looked at Fang Zhe with a smile and said, "I brought the wine. Tula was born in 1989, do you know what the specialties are?"
Neither Guo Yurong nor Qiu Xiaoyu rushed to answer, they both looked at Fang Zhe, wanting to see his reaction.
"I really don't understand this, and I can't tell whether drinking is good or bad. When it comes to drinking, I still like Erguotou the most." Fang Zhe didn't feel ashamed at all, and expressed his knowledge gaps in certain aspects frankly. It was really
Ah, Fang Zhe knows that the 1982 Lafite is very famous, and there are other brands like Romanée-Conti and Mouton, but he really doesn’t understand the other brands.
"Mountain pigs can't eat fine chaff." Yun Jue joked with a smile, looking at Guo Yurong and Qiu Xiaoyou diagonally opposite.
"This year's Tula seems to be collected by the royal families in Europe. It is rare to see it on the market, so Sister Yun naturally has no worries about where it came from. I have always wanted to get a few bottles but have no way, and it would be best if Sister Yun can help.
"Guo Yurong took the initiative to speak and expressed his willingness to stay humble and be small.
Qiu Xiaoyou on the side smiled and raised his hand: "Second the proposal!"
Fang Zhe couldn't stand it anymore and coughed: "Eat the vegetables, don't let them get cold."
The three women looked at each other and laughed together.
On the way back, Yun Jue sat next to Fang Zhe, with her hands on her waist and her mouth whispering in her ears: "Alas, the few of us are getting old and yellow." The plaintive tone made Fang Zhe's body get goosebumps.
It was difficult to answer the conversation, so she could only look straight ahead and pretend not to hear. In the end, Yun Jue did not do anything harmful and leaned against the seat with a calm expression.
After returning to the villa, Fang Zhe got out of the car and said to Yun Jue: "Come with me and tell me something."
Yun Jue felt something, and followed him upstairs with a smile. When he entered the master bedroom, Fang Zhe was closed by the door.
"If you don't fight for three days, go to the house and uncover the tiles." After saying this, Fang Zhe laughed out loud. The hand he raised high finally fell gently and turned into stroking his hair, then fell down to his waist.
between.
A woman's waist is probably like this. Ordinary people are not allowed to touch it, but people who care about it will feel weak if they touch it.
Yun Jue immediately softened, closed his eyes and leaned on his chest, whispering: "Hit me, beat me."
The two women downstairs were watching the TV absently, and Guo Yurong took the initiative to speak: "You can't let go of the chip industry easily. Even if it's just a name, you still have to get involved."
"Although the mobile phone industry has not started yet, Fang Zhe is very determined. You have to be careful. Jiang Yun is not easy to mess with. I have a hunch that with Fang Zhe's emphasis on electronic products, the future market will be
The prospects are infinite." Qiu Xiaoyou responded sincerely. The two women couldn't say they sympathized with each other, but they definitely wanted to stick together for warmth. Yun Jue, who controlled the capital, was too strong.
"What do you think they are doing upstairs?" The sky outside was getting darker, and Guo Yurong glanced subconsciously. The street lights were on, and the city's splendor at night was on.
"What else can you do?" Qiu Xiaoyou's tone was sad. In fact, she has regretted it, but how could you ask her to give up everything in her hands? The pleasure brought by having wealth and power in her hands is intoxicating. It's short.
In a few years, she has thousands of people under her command, and the number continues to expand.
As for Guo Yurong, not to mention, Feida has over 10,000 people under her command. The amount of wealth she can control is a figure she could not even dream of before.
It can only be said that these two people have very similar views, and their pursuit of wealth and career has no end.
When the Spring Festival Gala started on TV, Yun Jue came down from upstairs, her face rosy and filled with smoke.
"How many days do you two plan to stay? Tomorrow we will fly to the Imperial Capital, will you go with us?" Yun Jue said as if he wanted to eat alone for a few days, which made the two women very depressed, but there was nothing they could do about it. This is someone else's family.
territory.
You choose your own path, so there are some things that you can't say anything about.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, just be careful. What do you say? Behind every beautiful woman, there is..." Qiu Xiaoyou is very familiar with Yun Jue, so he is not so polite when speaking.
Yun Jue's expression changed slightly, but Guo Yurong interrupted in time to prevent Qiu Xiaoyou from continuing to provoke.
"I'll fly to Hong Kong City tomorrow!" Guo Yurong has something on her mind. Unlike Yun Jue and Qiu Xiaoyou, she really knows how to find help.
Guo Yurong, who was born in Hong Kong, takes some things lightly. What she values is her personal status in Fang Zhe's mind. Things between men and women are really not as important as actual wealth and status.
Qiu Xiaoyou's remarks about "wanting to vomit" show the cruelty of this reality. It is a common problem for men to like the new and dislike the old.
In Fang Zhe's situation, many women would really fall for him.
"Forget it's just a simple transaction. You must have noticed this when we were in Los Angeles." Yun Jue's meaning is very clear. Everyone has an account in their hearts. Don't worry about fighting in the nest. They should be unanimous with the outside world. No one can come in to make points.