Chapter 1251: Not a Bad Thing

Li Fangcheng didn't know this person's usual preferences at all, but judging from the pure Chinese layout in front of him, he seemed to like traditional culture, and he felt a little more confident.

What he just took from the old man's small collection happened to be a very Chinese object.

But he didn't feel relaxed.

Along the way, we saw many men and women who were obviously service personnel, but all of them, without exception, were just like the middle-aged man who led them. They wore neat uniforms, were serious in speech, and were in a hurry.

If one person is in this state, that's okay, but if a group of people are in this state, then it clearly conveys an atmosphere of tension.

Why are you nervous? Mostly because of the owner here.

Dongzi, who was walking in front, happened to look back at Li Fangcheng at this moment. Only then did Li Fangcheng realize that what he said before, which he thought was a cliche, turned out to be true. This person's personality was probably better than he had imagined. , but also have personality.

But it was easy to get a chance to catch up with such a person, and he came. If he backed down now, based on his guess of this person's temperament, he was afraid that he would be in trouble. He would dig the hole he dug and fill it himself. Li Fangcheng was a little worried. Just bite the bullet and move forward.

When you enter the innermost area, it is still in a very traditional Chinese style, and even the paint looks very heavy.

The door to the side room was open, and waiters in suits and ties were neatly clearing away the leftovers on the table. They moved quickly, but there was not even a sound of dishes clinking together.

It turns out that the group of people just now had their meal here.

The main hall is also open, with Chinese-style furniture, Chinese calligraphy, Chinese-style ornaments, and even the lamps on the ceiling also have antique designs.

However, the owner of the room did not meet them in the main hall. They were led to a side hall.

The side hall is still decorated in Chinese style, but the color is not as thick or heavy as other places, and is a brighter beige.

Upon entering, the first thing that caught your eye was a long-haired female tea sommelier wearing a light green tea suit. She was making tea with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes focused on making tea, completely turning a blind eye to the few people coming in behind her.

Looking forward, there is a pair of feet wearing brown leather shoes, placed carelessly, lazily and boredly on the expensive-looking carpet.

Going up further, I easily saw the person I was supposed to meet today.

The reason why I say effortless is because when you lower your head, you can see a man wearing a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned. His skin color is darker and his hair is not too thick. He looks to be over 35 years old. The standard capital paralysis posture is actually very close to lying down, sitting on a very wide and soft-looking Chinese sofa.

Li Fangcheng unexpectedly found a sense of accomplishment at this moment. In terms of appearance, I am better than you.

After the middle-aged man brought them in, he bowed respectfully to the man whose eyes were still closed, then turned around and left, leaving Li Fangcheng and Dongzi standing abruptly in the room.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of the female tea master next to her pouring water to make tea.

I don’t know how long it took before that person opened his eyes, but the first person he looked at was not them, but the tea master over there.

Immediately, the female tea master served a cup of fragrant tea.

Li Fangcheng's attention at this time was not on the owner here, nor on the tea, but on the female tea artist with black hair.

At any rate, he understood the importance and resisted himself from looking at the face of the female tea sommelier who kept walking with her head lowered and looked as gentle as water.

The cup of tea was quickly finished, and the man was still sitting there lazily, or rather lying there, as if he had just realized that there were still two people in the room, and raised his eyes to glance at them.

The smiles on Li Fangcheng and Dongzi's faces became more respectful, "Hello, Mr. Wang!"

That person didn't even return the favor and moved his eyebrows, "You just want to see me?"

Li Fangcheng naturally understood that he was the one asking the question, "Yes, I am Li Fangcheng. Thank you Mr. Wang for giving me this opportunity. This is a little bit of my thoughts. I hope Mr. Wang likes it."

He took out a small sandalwood box and offered it with both hands.

But no one came to get it.

The man was still sitting there slumped like that, without even raising his eyelids. From the tea master's side, you could still hear the unhurried sound of making tea.

Li Fangcheng had no choice but to send it to the coffee table aside.

Mr. Wang pulled the box from the coffee table to himself, opened it and took a look. Inside was a piece of green jade with good water quality. But he only took one look at it and then closed the box with a "snap". Push back from a distance.

Li Fangcheng immediately understood that his own object could not be judged by others at all.

I guess if it has some origins or is a master carver, this person will probably be interested.

In fact, Li Fangcheng completely guessed in the wrong direction, or it can only be said that he looked at the problem too superficially.

Just like Bill Gates doesn't allow his family to use Apple products, it's not that he doesn't like Apple's excellently designed electronic products, but because of his identity, he can only choose not to like them.

At Mr. Wang's level, it is also not good to make this courtyard too Westernized. Just like some high-status people like to wear cloth shoes when they have nothing to do. In China, sometimes returning to authentic Chinese traditions is the best way to dress up.

All these elaborate decorations, these furniture, and these decorations are all for the purpose of supporting the occasion.

Nowadays, people like Mr. Wang who are young and don’t have high attainments in Chinese studies are actually unlikely to like our Chinese style who don’t think much about ergonomics and think more about ritual and level. Furniture, too, is not too keen on these luxuries of our tradition.

It's not that I don't like jade, but it's hard to impress him. If it were a limited-edition watch, he might be more rare.

Careful preparations only led to this result. Seeing Mr. Wang seeming to close his eyes and rest his mind again, Li Fangcheng felt very frustrated, but there was nothing he could do.

To be honest, Mr. Wang's appearance and attire alone would make Mr. Li not even look at him on the street.

However, after the previous setback, especially the mayor of a certain provincial capital city who seemed to be satisfied and walked out of here, and what he saw along the way, the tense staff, especially when he thought of the people behind him Well, Mr. Li really didn't dare to speak loudly at this moment.

Haha, I originally thought it was an opportunity, but it seems that this is the only way.

Just when he was extremely disappointed and frustrated, Mr. Wang suddenly spoke again, and his words were not unpredictable at all, "What do you want to bring me when you want to see me?"

However, although it is very easy to understand and it is a question that Li Fangcheng has thought about before coming here, he still does not have a satisfactory answer.

What can you bring to this person? What he can bring, others will do better, and it is not his turn at all.

"I..." Choices were swirling around Li Fangcheng's lips, but in the end he swallowed them all.

He knows that there is only one such opportunity, but even he knows that there is no advantage in talking about it. After thinking about it, it seems that he is the only one who knows the details of nightclubs in Hong Kong. This is a comparison. unique advantage.

But for Mr. Wang, he might disdain the level of nightclubs that Li Fangcheng is familiar with. Even if he is really good at it, he must at least be well-known in society.

That is, he does not dislike the level of nightclubs that Li Fangcheng is passionate about. With the special liquidity of this industry, Li Fangcheng, who has left Hong Kong for almost half a year, must have lost touch with the information he originally possessed.

Therefore, Young Master Li was like a person with a severe stutter. The word "I" took a long time, but he couldn't hold back what he wanted to say next.

Mr. Wang didn't seem particularly disappointed. He probably just felt a little bored. He shook his feet on the carpet and raised his hands slightly. Li Fangcheng could guess his next move. He must have waved his hand to let himself and Dongzi disappears.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something in his heart, "I know a company that never fails in stock trading."

Mr. Wang finally had an expression on his face, as if he had heard a very ridiculous joke, "If there was such a company, not to mention the world's richest man, at least the country's richest man would not be able to get his turn."

He raised his hand again, and Li Fangcheng shouted, "Not in the mainland, but in Hong Kong. I guarantee with my life and fortune that what I said is absolutely true."

"Oh?" Mr. Wang lowered his raised hand and moved his body, "Tell me,"

"Dongzi, you go down first. I'll look for you when I get back," Li Fangcheng first said to Dongzi, who was also looking at him in astonishment.

After hearing what he said, Dongzi was obviously very angry. Li Fangcheng, Li Fangcheng, I knew how much of a bastard you were before, but I didn't expect you to be such a bastard. You dumped the matchmaker before this wife even entered the family. house.

But his anger was fleeting, and he didn't dare to embarrass himself in front of Mr. Wang.

"Mr. Wang," Dongzi leaned over and said hello, "Excuse me,"

Mr. Wang didn't even lift a finger.

"And this one," Li Fangcheng finally looked at the female tea artist openly and honestly. Oh, as he expected, she really looked like a picture.

If this was placed in the nightclubs he had played in in Hong Kong, it would definitely be the top card.

"Huh?" Mr. Wang snorted in a low voice, "Is it possible that you still want to make the decision for me?"

So this relationship is so close? Li Fangcheng quickly retracted his eyes, "I don't dare, Mr. Wang, just because what I am going to say next is very important,"

"Whether it matters or not, it's not up to you to decide,"

Mr. Wang seemed a little interested, but he still looked like he was not particularly interested.

Li Fangcheng knew that judging from what Mr. Wang just said, he should have a certain understanding of the stock market.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wang, you are right. You may not know the company I am talking about, but you must know the boss behind it."

However, Li Fangcheng's sales failed quite a lot. Not only did it not arouse Mr. Wang's curiosity, it actually made him look even worse.

Today, Mr. Wang can be said to be truly ruthless. Who is the boss behind the scenes? I must know it.

Li Fangcheng quickly made amends, "The boss behind this company is Feng Yiping,"

"Well," Mr. Wang's head moved for the second time since he came in, including drinking tea, "That Feng Yiping?"

"Yes, that's Feng Yiping,"

"I have been in Hong Kong since the beginning of last year..." Li Fangcheng did not dare to show off anymore, and told everything about his dream-like experience of more than half a year - he was not so honest with his father.

As he explained the whole story, or rather recalled it, Mr. Wang, who had always been unmoved by external things and had no reaction to anything, slowly sat up, his eyes lit up, and he was obviously very interested in what Li Fangcheng said.

"That's it, because I didn't know the right time to sell, I ended up losing all my previous income and investment,"

"Sit down," Mr. Wang pointed to the sofa on the side.

Li Fangcheng really wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and also wanted to shout, finally got a seat.

"Are you sure that what you said is true?"

"Absolutely true," Li Fangcheng almost swore again.

"Feng Yiping also said in an interview that a large part of his company's start-up capital came from the gains in the capital market,"

"I have studied his resume in detail. His family really can't provide any help for his career. This money can't fall from the sky. I think what he said is very credible. The initial development funds of Forex did come from the capital market,"

"However, what he didn't say is that the reason why Forex is famous in the industry for not borrowing money is mainly because they are still making a lot of gains in the capital market. According to the boasting of the person I bribed, they have almost no defeats, and every time the results are very brilliant,"

"So Mr. Wang, you are right, isn't he now the richest man in our mainland?"

"Haha," Mr. Wang leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and laughed at Li Fangcheng for the first time.

He took another look at the small box that Li Fangcheng brought over, "It's still a good thing,"

Li Fangcheng was suddenly a little overjoyed, but after thinking about it carefully, this statement seemed a little ambiguous.