C190

Chapter 190 - Traders' False Handle

"Mr. Xiao." At this moment, a twenty-seven or twenty-eight female boss was suddenly sitting in the business district. She seemed to be still charming and her skin was as white as a porcelain bottle. He stood up, and with a trace of spring water in his eyes, he looked at Xiao Yi and said charmingly, "I heard that Mr. Xiao is in this river, and his reputation is flourishing very quickly. To tell you the truth, Secretary Niu of the political world is going to do all this for you. Big Brother Xu of the underworld, I heard that you have a close relationship with him. The Mr. Xiao began to enter the business world again. Congratulations, I, He Wanting, have congratulated Mr. Xiao on his good business and great profits. "

Xiao Yi looked at the charming He Wanting who still stood up gracefully. For a moment, he was slightly startled, unable to understand the deep meaning behind He Wanting's words.

Logically speaking, everyone else should be here to deliver their gifts, as they had all presented gifts that they had meticulously prepared. However, He Wanting who stood up was empty-handed. She had no intention of giving him a present.

Could it be that he wouldn't have to give them gifts just because of this bullsh * t story?

At the moment, Xiao Yi's mouth had a hint of despise. Looking at He Wanting, he opened his mouth and said in a tepid voice, "Miss He, you must be joking. I'm just messing around. It's still too early to really talk about getting into the business world. "

"Mr. Xiao is being modest." He Wan Ting casually twisted her waist, walked a few steps towards Xiao Yi, and said gently: "Today is Mr. Xiao's great day. However, I heard that Mr. Xiao's fiancee, the Zhong Family's daughter, and the Mr. Xiao seem to have caused some trouble. ~ Since Mr. Xiao is so young, how can I not have a beautiful woman by my side? If Mr. Xiao is satisfied, why not consider me? "

As he said that, He Wanting puffed out her chest towards Xiao Yi. On her fair and tender face, a trace of a charming red emerged.

Everyone in the hall was stunned at this moment. All of them landed on Xiao Yi's body, and a smile that had unknown meanings surfaced on the corner of his mouth.

How was He Wanting not to give gifts, but to give presents to herself?

Each and every one of the unmarried and elegant youths looked at Xiao Yi with jealousy. As for those young girls who were dressed in light, and dressed especially well, all of them had their eyes wide open as they stared straight at Xiao Yi. Her face was filled with infatuation, and the tinge of red on her face was incredibly beautiful.

Xiao Yi was startled, and his lips immediately became dry. He Wanting did indeed look slim and graceful. Every single one of them exuded a mature charm.

However, just when Xiao Yi was thinking. Xiao Yi felt a chill down his spine. Turning his head, he saw Qin Yan's cold face in the great hall, looking at him menacingly. As for Su Meiran, he looked calm. However, that frown had already betrayed her thoughts.

"For the time being, I'm more focused on my career." Xiao Yi immediately put on an act and smiled: "I thank Miss He for her good intentions …"

Seated on the seating area, Zhang Weimin and the Secretary Niu, upon seeing Xiao Yi decisively reject He Wanting like this. Both of them looked at each other with a trace of admiration on their faces.

Little did he know that it was because Xiao Yi was perverted and did not have the guts to do so.

After this incident at the banquet, there were no more disturbances.

Everything became quiet. Everyone drank and shook their glasses in delight. And this night, Xiao Yi was similarly slightly drunk. Squinting his eyes, he dashed back and forth. On each table, toasts were exchanged with a few polite words.

Since Xiao Yi had already descended into the mortal world, then he naturally had to follow the rules of the martial arts world. There were some things that Xiao Yi did not want to do. However, for the sake of his own business in the future, he still wore a long face as he chatted with people he wasn't familiar with.

After eating their fill, Xiao Yi brought this group of famous people with him as well. They left the Night River Sea Hotel and headed towards his own Pen Hall.

"Mr. Xiao, your Pen Hall must have been decorated in quite a magnificent manner …" Along the way, there were people who would occasionally flatter Xiao Yi.

"Not bad." Xiao Yi always responded indifferently, his tone neither salty nor indifferent.

"Oh, the shop must be big. At that time, the Mr. Xiao would need to recruit a member right? "Sure, think about me." Another tycoon started to scheme with Xiao Yi.

"Is the restaurant big?" Xiao Yi was startled, a bitter smile surfaced at the corner of his mouth: "It is indeed very big, it's already more than thirty square meters."

Instantly, the person who was still flattering Xiao Yi just a moment ago. Immediately, he was flabbergasted as a sour smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. This flattery was wrong, it had all landed on his horse's butt.

The group of people chatted along the way as they slowly walked into Xiao Yi's Pen Hall.

Of course, there were also a large number of people waiting outside, so they had to enter in batches. After all, Xiao Yi's shop was too small. If so many people were to enter, there wouldn't even be enough space for them to stand.

However, there was a group of people standing outside the door who understood calligraphy. Seeing the three golden words on the Pen Hall's plaque, they all stopped in their tracks. With a serious face, he carefully examined the meaning of the three words.

The political leaders of the Jianghai City were the first ones in, and Old Secretary Zhang Weimin slowly looked around. Overflowing colors appeared on that aged face.

This time, he carefully examined a circle of Xiao Yi's meticulous work. The Old Secretary started to praise Xiao Yi's words even more. Although each character was stenciled properly, Old Secretary would still reach out his hand to feel them. It was as though he wanted to touch upon the true meaning of that line of words.

The group of people following behind Old Secretary all felt the ears and eyes of Old Secretary, and each and every one of them praised Xiao Yi's calligraphy greatly, as they carefully read and scrutinized it. However, with Old Secretary by their side, even if they wanted to buy it, they would not dare to.

Old Secretary Zhang Weimin brought the group of people to walk around the shop. They all reluctantly left the shop.

"Bro, this shop of yours is really not bad. It was ancient and fragrant inside, everything had a clear and bright feel to it. In particular, the fragrance of sandalwood permeates the air, plus your few obscure, profound characters. It feels like I'm back in Chang'an's old shop. " This Zhang Weimin, after walking around Xiao Yi's shop, was especially excited and greatly praised him.

"Not too bad. For the moment, it's just a little bit of my way of thinking. However, Director Shao has helped me a lot with the decorations of this shop. These bright and clear ornaments, as well as the carving table, were all obtained for me using the Director Shao. " Xiao Yi was a smart person, speaking a few words in front of Old Secretary Zhang Weimin was more than enough to repay him.

The Director Shao standing behind Old Secretary heard Xiao Yi's words. Instantly, a trace of happiness flashed across his face, and his body lightly trembled.

"Oh, looks like this Director Shao has quite an idea. He's actually quite a practical person. Not bad, not bad. " Zhang Weimin nodded his head, his face revealing a look of praise.

Xiao Yi accompanied this Old Secretary Zhang Weimin for a chat for a while. He brought a large group of important figures and left Xiao Yi's Pen Hall. However, Old Secretary Zhang Weimin promised that he would visit Xiao Yi's shop often in the future. Drinking tea and writing.

Hearing Old Secretary Zhang Weimin's words, Xiao Yi immediately smiled brightly. As long as Old Secretary was willing to visit his shop often, then there would definitely be an endless stream of people entering and exiting his shop in the future.

However, the only regret was that this group of Jianghai dignitaries seemed to be avoiding suspicion. He did not buy a word from Xiao Yi's shop, nor did he do any business for Xiao Yi.

After all, Xiao Yi had fixed the price. The price of each word was higher than three million. To take out such a large sum of money was definitely infuriating.

After Jiang Hai Zheng left, the group of tycoons began to enter the shop to watch. To these people, they were all smelly of copper. I don't know much about these things about art.

But it didn't matter. This was because the group of officials in front all liked these things. Therefore, they had to buy some from Xiao Yi in case they sent it over for the political officials to like at the critical moment.

This world had always been like this. There were many things that he didn't have to like. As long as he liked the person he needed to curry favor with, that was enough.

The officials and merchants of Jiang Hai were inextricably linked. To get to the bottom of this, it was still not an official collusion. Officials need to gain benefits from businessmen, and businessmen need to obtain convenience and information from officials.

However, the group of tycoons entered Xiao Yi's shop. It wasn't like a nouveau riche who could just pick one, take it and leave.

They stink of copper, but they can't show it. One by one, they carefully examined every word, every stroke of the painting in the Pen Hall.

Although they may not know Xiao Yi's writing as it was a bit unfamiliar with them, they still might not know him. Even though, in their eyes, all the words seemed to make no difference. Even though they believed that the script written on the computer looked even more beautiful and clean and refreshing.

However, they were still patient, pretending to be enjoying themselves as they carefully read the words in front of them. He even pretended to stick his eyes on each and every word, taking a deep sniff.

It was as if he could smell Xiao Yi's brush and ink.

All of them had done their job well. Businessmen, after all, had to be good at disguising themselves. If someone who didn't know about it were to see their earnest look, they would really think that they were calligraphy lovers, friends who had spent many years on calligraphy.

However, when Xiao Yi saw their fleeting gazes, his heart still cleared up. This bunch of old business tycoons, how could they be friends with calligraphy? They were most likely friends with women.