C123 A man with a beautiful face

Huan Jing had been waiting for a long time, from the packed venue of the competition to the few contestants seeing his name on the big screen, to the end of the competition where everyone was silently waiting, some of their faces had a look of regret, while some were looking forward to the competition that was going to start in a few days.

did not leave until the crowded hall had become quiet, the lights had fallen, and the VIP seats on the second floor had all started to clean up.

The assistant couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"Well, young master, why don't we do it like this today? The finals are already over, if you like watching them fight, then we'll come back in a few days to watch the finals."

Seeing that Huan Jing did not move, the assistant added.

"Or do you want the organizers to change the rules of the competition and change the three rounds of promotions to five rounds of promotions? Watching two more rounds? "

The organizer beside him quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't dare to express an opinion.

"Or just eight rounds? Ten rounds? How about fifteen rounds, half a month?! " the assistant suggested.

The host finally could not hold it in anymore. "Only ten contestants have been promoted …"

He couldn't even eliminate the numbers...

The resurrection competition, the eliminated contestants are alive again, the living are being eliminated, the dead are living and dying, the living are living and dying, and so on and so forth. The fifteen competitions are going to end in this way, it is more exciting than expected.

Host: "......"

Huan Jing did not care about the two people bickering behind him, as his gaze landed on the list in front of him.

The list contained Tang's handwriting, clean and delicate, just like her own.

It had a name, address, and a one-inch photo of the man beside it. In the column of her profile, she left nothing behind, leaving a space for reverie.

The lights had already fallen off. It was like a movie that was already over.

There wasn't much point in continuing to sit here at this time.

However, he still felt indignant in his heart.

To avoid him, he actually didn't even come to participate in the finals?

"Can you get any other contact information?" He asked the organizer again.

"Who is it?" The organizers were stunned. After a long while, they finally reacted. Could it be that Miss Tang?

"No, just this one on our personal data. We haven't collected much information either."

Huan Jing did not speak anymore, and his eyes drooped.

These gentle lowered eyes caused the organizers' hearts to once again rise to their throats.

He racked his brains to think of something, and suddenly thought of something. There seems to be some additional information! "

Saying that, he turned around and went into the office to look through the documents. Finally, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the bottom of the chest, "Because the prize and prize for the finals will be personally sent to the contestant's house. In order to prevent the address from being invalid, I even filled in an alternate address! This is it! "

Huan Jing took the paper, and lightly asked: "What's the bonus?"

Organizer: "Fifty thousand dollars! It's already a pretty good benefit in the industry! "

Huan Jing looked at the address on the alternate account, and in his heart, he was thinking about Tang Meng Rui's house that seemed to be a cheap rental house.

If she had come to participate in this competition, she would have received a generous prize.

If he hadn't suddenly appeared, she probably would have been able to reach the end, right?

Huan Jing's gaze fell on the company's address, which was marked as a jewelry shop.

Jewelry Store?

He raised his head and looked at the assistant. The assistant understood, "Young Master, should we head over now?"

"Yes."

A few minutes later, they drove away.

On the way, Huan Jing looked out of the window at the scenery passing by, and couldn't help but think of Tang Gu Rui's words.

A young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth like you should have never experienced the hardships of the mortal world, right?

In fact, he had too many things to refute.

But at that time, none of them could bear to speak.

… ….

The highest point of the financial center.

The assistant who came in holding the documents was terrified as she ran and pushed the door open.

"CHENG, CHENG, that —"

Just as the assistant pushed the door open and entered, she saw a young man sitting in front of his CHENG. Compared to the CHENG who was sitting upright and holding an important meeting, the young man was not even wearing an official suit. He was dressed in an unrestrained red windbreaker with the collar open and the corner of his lips curled into a faint smile.

The red wine in the goblet rippled in an arc, its color reflected in the light. The man had dyed his short, jujube colored hair. It was fluffy and breezy. The outer layer of his hair had been waxed transparent. Unexpectedly, it was smooth and straight to the bone. He looked like a popular child in some Korean drama.

What could be seen from the fluffy hairstyle was clearly a strong line that belonged solely to a man.

It could be said that the contours of his face were as sharp as a blade or axe. It was clear, powerful and slim. In the human aesthetic category, it was considered the pinnacle.

Clearly, the assistant had something important to report to him as he ran in. At this moment, he was stunned as he saw the scene in front of him and didn't know what to do.

When CHENG saw it, he immediately scolded: "Xiao Liu, why are you so flustered? Why didn't you knock on the door! Didn't you see that Yan Chen is always here today? "

Yan Xie Chen.

The legend of the listed company was already in his possession at such a young age.

The assistant had long heard of his reputation, and there were many people in the company who talked about him after their meals. But this was the first time he had seen a person in person.

He didn't expect that the real person would be so extraordinary.

God is not fair. Some people were born with ten levels better than others. They were qualified enough to look down on the masses and play with the ways of the world. Just a single sentence was enough to decide the future of countless people.

The man with the auburn hair just smiled but didn't say anything.

He didn't seem to have any airs of arrogance and was rather easy-going.

"Little Liu, what's the matter?"

Seeing that the person in front of him was not angry, CHENG finally forgave his secretary. He sized up Yan Xie Chen's expression and scolded him harshly, "If you have nothing else to say, then quickly leave. Don't hold up my mood when we are discussing big business."

Just now, they were discussing about a crucial breakthrough. CHENG was defeated step by step, but he was still holding onto his last card. As long as the land on the east side of the city was still in place, the people in front of him should still have some fear. Although CHENG did not dare to say too much, he had compromised. He knew that he was still useful so they could continue their business.

Small Assistant on the opposite side was a little flustered: "Yes, there's something …"

If he was fine, why did he run all the way here?

CHENG scolded loudly: "What happened?!"

Small Assistant ran over and whispered something into his ear.

The more he spoke, the more strange CHENG's expression became.

"What did you say?"

CHENG's gaze turned towards the person in front.

"Director Yan, aren't we having a good conversation here?" "What do you mean?"

The young man opposite him only smiled. He still didn't look like a shelf, and the red liquid in his goblet swayed a little.

"What is there for CHENG to be so angry?" he asked with interest.

He wanted to raise his voice, but he didn't dare to. In the end, he could only resentfully speak, "Boss Yan is truly resourceful, and just after a few words with me, the other side has already sent people to take away my land at the east side of the city. How can I have the confidence to continue talking with you?"

In terms of age, CHENG was actually around ten years older than the person in front of him.

Even so, he couldn't help but call out "Director Yan" when they were talking business across the table. No matter how angry he was, he could only use "you".

"Director Yan, you really … "You really don't give anyone a chance to live. Isn't this forcing people to buy or sell?"

After his last trump card was easily taken away, CHENG did not have the slightest bit of confidence. If there was a bargaining chip before, then this man in front of him had used actual action to tell him that he didn't even have the qualifications to make a request from me.

The young man smiled, his red glass rippling even more cheerfully.

For some reason, even though he was smiling, it was clear that there was an indescribable coldness in the depths of his eyes. It was as if as soon as the light in his eyes flickered, some poisoned needle would shoot straight out.

CHENG opened his mouth, speechless.

"CHENG has enough leeway. I will give you time to consider."

The man stood up and said goodbye politely.

CHENG slumped onto the sofa.

He knew that even if he was given ten times as much time to think, he had no other choice but to work with this young man in front of him.

"Director Yan, I … "I promise." CHENG let out a long breath and ended the negotiations which had been going back and forth for three hours.

Yan Xie Chen said as he left with a faint smile.

When he reached the door, his assistant, who had been waiting outside for a long time, calmly and skillfully draped a coat over him.

The coat is a classic leopard print for this year's Fashion Week.

When he walked out of the room, the employees in the booth were all amazed.

This was the first time they had heard that a man wearing flowers and leopard stripes actually looked better than a woman. It was more classical, more fashionable, and more casual. It had the air of an yuppie.

"Young Master, isn't it a bit too much for CHENG to mess with the east side of the city?" the assistant asked.

The young man smoked a cigarette.

There was a string of French words written on the cigarette box, but the brand could not be seen clearly. He only knew that when he was drawing it, every wisp of smoke seemed to have been pre-rehearsed and each of them had found their own angle, causing the entire scene to be filled with a sense of beauty.

"I've been sick of this place since a long time ago. It's just a small matter. You can grind with me for three hours." The man blew out a smoke ring and shook it off gracefully.

If one were to say that he had restrained himself when discussing business in the office and had acted politely when taking his leave, then now that he had left the office, the impatience of his usual good-for-nothing son had appeared.

"Old Man Chen's strength is not even a third of Ghost Peak's. I have a lot of partners I can choose from, but if I don't do something for him to see, he would really think that he has the right to negotiate with me."

Saying that, Yan Xie Chen leaned against the wall and asked while raising his eyebrows, "How about you, have you found out what that brat Huan Jing is doing?"

The assistant nodded, "Yes."

When he raised his head, he accidentally bumped into his boss's interested gaze and then lowered his head.

Yan Xie Chen was a typical handsome man.

It was not the kind of concealed beauty that would only be discovered if one looked at it for too long. It was the kind that went straight to the point and stole all the beauty in one's sight at the first glance.

At this moment, the tip of his eyebrows slightly raised. His originally long and slender eyes seemed to hide countless lights and rhymes.

"What did you find?"

"Found it..." The assistant spoke respectfully, "He seems to have paid too much attention to a girl who showed up at an electric race. I suspect that the two of them are old acquaintances and are following the flow."