Chapter 215

"I don't know if the Qianlima designed by Hancheng Renguo can't put more sponges in the back seats besides saving fuel?"

Lin Han had no choice but to complain, but Chen Yutong, who was beside him, stretched out his hand and pursed his mouth and laughed, holding Lin Han's arm in his left hand.

"Well, don't complain. Who made you refuse Mr. Ma's arrangement?"

Lin Han:...

in fact, Mr. Ma really wanted his driver to meet Lin Han at the airport, but later he was rejected by Lin Han. Lin Han gave the reason that he didn't want to make too much publicity.

It's just such a light sentence, which makes Mr. Ma open his mouth and hang up without saying anything.

Therefore, Lin Han's action is to lift a stone and hit himself on the foot.

Looking up, Hangzhou West Lake State Guesthouse is located in the core area of the West Lake in the distance. Whether it is the courtyard or the vegetation, it gives people a sense of majestic atmosphere.

Because of the large number of people who came to join the Qunying chamber of Commerce this time, President Ma and others directly contracted the whole hotel. Dozens of luxury cars were parked at the door, and Rao Shichao was not a few.

Just when they came to the door, they were about to step in, but they were stopped by the two security guards at the door.

Although the security guards are wearing white work shirts, the explosive force of terror can be seen from the muscles of their arms.

"I'm sorry, both of you. This place has been fully packed tonight. If you are here for dinner, please show me the invitation."

Although the other party looks very fierce, the words are full of politeness. But then I think it's also true. How can people who can come to the dinner party have ordinary people?

"The invitation?" Lin Han frowned because Mr. Ma invited him to join Qunying chamber of Commerce, but he didn't mention the invitation letter from beginning to end.

But just when Lin Han is going to call Mr. Ma, a black Mercedes Benz slowly stops at the door of the hotel. With the opening of the back door, a pair of red hentiangao first comes into Lin Han's sight. I don't know why, when he sees these feet, Lin Han subconsciously frowns.

But when the woman in the car showed her true face, Lin Han's pupils suddenly shrank, because this person was not someone else, but Lin Han's wife, Lin Siqi.

But when Lin Siqi met Lin Han last time, wasn't she an intern reporter of Changjiang media?

Although Lin Han doesn't know the price of cheongsam, he can see at a glance that the cheongsam on Lin Siqi is expensive.

Gradually, Lin Han frowned, because Lin Han did not want to mention the things before he knew Lin Siqi.

It's like a forbidden area. Whenever Lin Han wants to ask, Lin Siqi's temperament will become another person.

In this scene, Lin Siqi is full of pearls. She has a bright and tender face, but she has deliberately painted heavy makeup.

But then, a man came out from the back of Mercedes Benz. His suit was ironed neatly, and he was wearing a black frame glasses. The next second, the man's right hand was very natural around Lin Siqi's waist, and he deliberately pinched the soft meat between his waist.

"You're dead!" Lin Siqi pursed her red lips and glanced at the man. Her eyes were full of eyes. "Can't we talk about it at night?"

"Hey, hey, what a little girl."

While talking, Lin Siqi and the man have come to Lin Han.

Although the listing of Quantong investment company has caused huge waves in China, there are not many people who know Lin Han. Of course, this is what Lin Han deliberately asked.

Because Lin Han doesn't want to walk on the street in the future, which will cause a lot of reporters and media to encircle him.

Just when passing by Lin Han, the man's eyes are very casual to look at Lin Han, but when he sees Chen Yutong, his expression is a little surprised.

As a man, how can Lin Han not know what he is thinking?

But without waiting for Lin Han to speak, Lin Siqi is coquettish.

"Hurry in..."

seeing this, Lin Han had guessed something vaguely, but he was not sure yet.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" The man glared at Lin Siqi, just from this point, we can see that the status of both sides is not equal.

To put it bluntly, Lin Siqi is likely to act as Xiao San.

"Hello, I'm Zhu Jun, general manager of 90% games. Let's get to know each other."

When talking, Zhu Jun has already stretched out his right hand to Chen Yutong. As for Lin Han, he has long been neglected.

But Chen Yu Tong just glanced at Zhu Jun and then stepped back two steps. This action has been very obvious.

"Zhu Jun?" Lin Han frowned and muttered in his heart, "it's reasonable that Ding Lei should be fighting for the agent with 90% of the game now, right? But how did Zhu Jun get involved with Lin Siqi? "

In fact, even Lin Siqi didn't recognize Lin Han. Although she was dressed brightly, her eyes were always dodging, as if she was worried about being recognized.For Chen Yutong's refusal, Zhu Jun's face did not show embarrassment. He looked at Lin Han with a smile.

"Are you two here to join the Qunying chamber of Commerce? Why don't you go in? "

"They don't have an invitation."

Standing at the door of the two security, very frank answer.

Lin Han: ---

when Zhu Jun heard this, there was a quick flash of irony in his eyes. In his eyes, Chen Yutong should be young, and he seemed to treat his feelings vigorously, but he could not stand the temptation of money.

In fact, even when Lin Siqi was interviewing Zhu Jun, Zhu Jun took a fancy to her.

After all, this kind of youth is full of fatal temptation for people like Zhu Jun.

"No invitation?" Zhu Jun's tone pretended to be surprised, "that means you are not qualified to be invited by President Ma. Since there is no invitation, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. This is the gathering place of Chinese upper class society."

For Chen Yutong's refusal, although Zhu Jun is not angry, he has decided to attack Lin Han.

This is a trick that Zhu Jun is used to. If he doesn't, how can he show his strength?

"High society?" When Lin Han heard this sentence, he couldn't help laughing directly. Maybe 90% of the games at this time still have a place in China, but for Lin Han who has the memory of his previous life.

Naturally, 90% of the future is just a small company that is losing rapidly.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Jun is embarrassed by Lin Han, and his face is cold. He plans to give Lin Han some color with his aura.