Chapter 41

Say it.

Yi Feng took out the card just given to him by the housekeeper of Baofeng chamber of Commerce.

"To be honest, I might have bowed down for five bushels of rice in the past, but now..."

"Ten thousand gold coins are really nothing to me."

Said, Yi Feng did not forget to shake the card in front of Mao Lin.

"Hum!"

Mao Lin sniffed, but the next moment, he caught the card waving in Yi Feng's hand.

The exclusive colors and patterns?

what?

Mao Lin's face changed greatly. As the president of Pingjiang chamber of Commerce, how can he not recognize the exclusive deposit card of their arch rival Baofeng chamber of Commerce?

This kind of deposit card is similar to Pingjiang chamber of Commerce and is divided into different levels.

The deposit card in Yi Feng's hand, he can see at a glance, is a high-level deposit card of Baofeng chamber of Commerce, and with this card, there are at least 100000 gold coins in it.

In other words, Yi Feng has at least 100000 gold coins.

At this point, Mao Lin's throat was like a fish bone stuck, and he couldn't say a word.

"How about Chairman Mao?"

Seeing Mao Lin's subdued look, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes and asked with a pure smile.

"You..."

"You..."

"You won, hum." Mao Lin's angry face turned blue. He almost spit out old blood. He snorted angrily and shouted, "let's go."

Looking at the gray Mao Lin who left, Yi Feng disdained to put away the deposit card.

It's great to hit your face with money.

Of course, Yi Feng never wanted to pretend to be broad. Even Mao Lin didn't want to send him a book that day, he wouldn't have any opinions. Out of his position, he also understood that for the sake of the interests of the chamber of Commerce.

But he shouldn't have belittled Yi Feng's efforts and made a hundred gold coins to humiliate him.

Men.

If you are poor, you can never be poor.

So this time Mao Lin came, Yi Feng naturally won't give him any good face.

Mao Lin returned to the chamber of commerce with a dark face, and the top level of the chamber of Commerce was waiting for him. When he knew that Mao Lin had failed to return, the pressure of the people came face to face.

"President, didn't you promise to invite the author back?"

"Yes, Baofeng chamber of Commerce surpassed us by 20% last month. If we continue this month, let alone the benefits brought by this book to Baofeng chamber of Commerce, the influence and reputation alone will crush our Pingjiang chamber of Commerce."

"If Baofeng chamber of Commerce wins the first prize in the ranking of the chamber of Commerce, you Mao Lin is the sinner of our Pingjiang chamber of Commerce."

A series of impolite voices came. Mao Lin was in a mess, but in the face of their pressure, even as the president, he couldn't ignore it. He had to hold on and say, "it's just a failure. I have my own way."

After the meeting, Mao Lin returned home and sat on the table frowning.

Finally, he shouted, "somebody, call out the lady for me."

After a while, Mao Yuner, who was wearing a long red dress and bare jade feet, came in and asked softly, "what's the matter with my father looking for me?"

"Cough, Yuner."

Seeing the arrival of Mao Yuner, Mao Lin put away the gloom on his face and said with a smile, "I'll tell you a good news. The author of the dream of Red Mansions has found it. By the way, at the same time, I'll tell you that the author of the supreme treasure is the same."

"Really?"

Mao Yuner was surprised and surprised.

"Good."

Mao Lin nodded and then asked, "Yuner, I ask you, do you like this man?"

Hearing the speech, Mao Yuner blushed and bowed his head and said, "father, although I have never seen him, he has excellent literary talent and works by everyone. I think he must be a kind, elegant and gentle young master!"

Seeing that Mao Yuner praised Yi Feng so much, Mao Lin's face was a little gloomy and uncertain, but he quickly put it away and said gently, "Yuner, whatever you like as a father supports you, and literature is really a charming thing, so if you have a pursuit, you can rest assured and go boldly!"

"Thank you, father."

Mao Yuner's pretty face was excited. She remembered that she would soon see everyone she missed so much. Her pretty face was unknowingly full of crimson.

"Well, you go down. I'll ask someone to tell you his identity information and address later. Take the time to visit him!" Mao Lin ordered.

"Yes, father, Yuner leaves." Mao Yuner said softly.

"That's right."

When Mao Yuner left, Mao Lin couldn't help shouting.

"Well?"

Mao Yuner looked back.

"Remember to dress up beautifully, and your skirt is a little too long. Most literati don't like it."

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