Chapter 1,181 There’s No Need to Shake Hands Between Us, Right?
The venue was decorated with flowers and resplendent flowers.
The venue was large, filled with large round tables covered with tablecloths decorated with gold edges and tassels.
Yang Fei glanced around and found that the chairs covered with brocade cushions were already full of people. It seemed that almost all the celebrities invited had arrived.
Yes, for such an important charity gala, no matter whether it is really charity or really blood-sucking, it is time to come here and show your face at this moment, attracting the attention of the media.
Charity is the same as employee benefits. Even if you are extremely shrewd at ordinary times, you still have to be impassioned when facing the media.
"Mr. Yang, this way please, your seat is at the front." Du Meiqi stood next to Yang Fei.
She swayed as she walked, touching Yang Fei from time to time intentionally or unintentionally.
Walking to the front, Yang Fei discovered that on the backrests of the front row of tables, the names of the distinguished guests were written in eye-catching yellow letters on a red background at every other position.
Only the front row is eligible for this treatment, and others can sit on the tables and chairs in the back.
In other words, those who can sit at the front tables are either rich or wealthy.
Yang Fei's position is in the middle left of the first row.
He glanced at the names posted on the seats at the same table, and then sat in his seat quietly.
Each distinguished guest is only assigned a companion seat next to him, which is why the person's name is posted on every other seat.
When the mouse saw that there was no seat for him, he sat down on the chair at the back.
In such an occasion, there would be no need for bodyguards.
"Mr. Yang, would you like red wine or coffee?" Du Meiqi asked with a flattering smile.
Yang Fei said: "A cup of green tea, thank you."
Du Meiqi was slightly surprised, then smiled with perfect transition: "Okay, Mr. Yang, you have really good taste."
Yang Fei was too lazy to explain.
What to drink is completely a personal habit and freedom. What is the difference between high and low?
Moreover, Yang Fei could clearly hear that the other party clearly thought that drinking red wine or coffee was more advanced. What she said just now was nothing more than an unintentional remark to cater to Yang Fei, but he was too lazy to expose her hypocrisy.
"Yang Fei, the seat in the middle is still vacant. I wonder who the big shot is? Is he more powerful than you?"
"He won't come."
"how do you know?"
"Because I just came from his house for a visit. He told me personally that he only sent his secretary to greet the occasion."
"Ah? You mean the leader?
"That's him."
"Then why put him in the middle?"
"Even if he doesn't come, his name must be placed in the center. That's the rule."
Chen Mo pursed his lips and smiled: "It's just like the CEO of Beauty Group having a meeting. Even if you're not here, you still have to take the lead."
Yang Fei smiled and said, "You are so naughty."
Chen Moyan smiled and said: "Your tea is here."
Du Meiqi walked over with tea in hand. Her walking posture must have been specially trained, like a willow branch swaying in the breeze.
She walked to Yang Fei's side, bent down, and put the teacup on the table in front of Yang Fei.
The evening dress with a very low slit accentuates the slender and convex figure in a dizzying way.
Yang Fei leaned back slightly on the chair and said, "Thank you."
Du Meiqi pointed to a beautifully printed roster on the table and said: "Mr. Yang, all the auction items for tonight's charity sale are on this. These items are all provided by famous domestic collectors and artists. Please take a look. .”
Yang Fei nodded and was not in a hurry to start reading.
Du Meiqi was even more anxious than Yang Fei, so she took the initiative to open the roster for him and showed Yang Fei page by page.
Her fingers are white and delicate, as slender as green onions, her nails are kept very long, painted in bright red, and her posture is very graceful. Every small movement seems to have undergone special etiquette training.
It is said that women look at their hands. Her hands are clean and pure at first glance.
Yang Fei held it in her hand and took a rough look at the auction items.
Most of the tables in the front row are equipped with twelve chairs, that is, each table seats six hosts, guests, and six companions. Only Yang Fei's table only has eight chairs, with only four hosts, guests, and four companions. There are two companions, so the seats appear more relaxed, which also highlights the uniqueness of the guests at this table.
What made Yang Fei ashamed was that of the other three guests at the same table, he only recognized the leader at the main seat, but he had never heard of the other two names!
And those who can be on an equal footing with Yang Fei are definitely not simple. Could they be wealthy people invited from other provinces?
Du Meiqi was still taking the trouble to introduce the exhibits to Yang Fei, when a clear and sweet voice said: "Mr. Yang, it's really you. I saw your back from behind and thought I had mistakenly identified the person!"
"Miss Yang, you are here too." Yang Fei saw Yang Yuying and smiled, "Where are you sitting?"
"I'll sit over there." Yang Yuying was wearing a dress and her hair was in a bun. She was full of charm. She stretched out her hand towards Yang Fei.
Yang Fei stretched out his right hand: "There's no need to shake hands between us, right?"
Yang Yuying really didn't shake his hand, but spread her arms, hugged him, kissed him, and smiled softly: "Of course not shaking hands."
Yang Fei chuckled.
At this time, Gudele led a man and a woman over again. Judging from the smile on his face, he must be a distinguished guest.
Sure enough, Gudele led people to Yang Fei's table.
The man is about fifty years old, with premature hair on the top of his head. He combs the hair on the side towards the middle, covering the Mediterranean Sea. The woman next to him is in her early twenties. Her appearance is as pretty as her figure. She wears heavy makeup, bright red lips, and snow-white lips. The face has purple eye shadow and long false eyelashes on the eyes.
On the chair opposite Yang Fei, there were three words "Lifu" written on it, and the man sat down on that chair.
Du Meiqi walked over and said with a smile: "Is this Mr. Zhang's secretary? Please sit here."
The woman with heavy makeup sighed: "Who is the secretary? Which of your eyes looks like a secretary to me? I am Mrs. Zhang! Madam! Do you understand? President Gu, who are you inviting? You have such no eyesight." Price? Can’t we make it clear in advance?”
Du Meiqi was scolded. Although she felt aggrieved, she did not dare to get angry. She said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."
"Who is Madam? Am I very old? Madam is the name for an old woman! Just call me Madam!"
"Yes, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."
"Be careful next time!" Mrs. Zhang lifted the corner of her skirt and sat down proudly.
Chen Mo wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he knew that it was absolutely inappropriate to laugh in this situation and at this time, so he had to hold it back.
Gudele apologized quickly, scolded Du Meiqi, and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, we didn't do our job well, I'm sorry."
Zhang Lifu's eyes never left Du Meiqi, and he waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. Who is this beauty?"
Gu Dele said: "He is Miss Du Meiqi, the secretary of our general association."
"Miss Du," Zhang Lifu said with a smile, "What a good name. Nice to meet you."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to shake Du Meiqi's hand.
Mrs. Zhang lightly slapped the back of his hand and said unhappily: "Darling, she insulted me for being your secretary! Help me scold her!"
Zhang Lifu had no choice but to take back his hand and said, "Okay, stop making trouble and let people laugh."
Mrs. Zhang turned around displeased and snorted angrily.
At this time, Chen Mo couldn't help being amused by the pair of live treasures, and burst into laughter.
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