Chapter 598

"OK, you know what? The investors outside know you and give you a loud name, Xuanling God of war." Jiang Xuanyan said seriously.

What Jiang Xuanyan said is no exaggeration. There are people outside who preach that Xuanling God of war will buy every stock. Even if he buys green stocks, they can be red, and the speculation is somewhat evil. Some people say that Dong Wenfeng is China Buffett, and even more, Dong Wenfeng is the biggest black hand in secretly manipulating stocks.

Moreover, many people began to play the idea of Dong Wenfeng, all ready to throw olive branches at Dong Wenfeng, and many people were ready to stab him in the back at any time.

"You should be careful. There are many large enterprises that are stronger than our company. If you want to go, I won't stop you. After all, you are at the forefront of the storm and it will be safer to go to the leading group."

Jiang Xuanyan wanted to say these words plainly, but her face still couldn't stop showing some gloom.

"Danger? I'm not afraid, but the company's big salary must be very high." Dong Wenfeng scratched his head and said slowly.

Jiang Xuanyan nodded silently.

"Yes, some companies have offered sky high prices." Jiang Xuanyan's dim little face became more cloudy.

"Do they have beautiful women like you in their company? They can also live in villas together. If so, I may consider it." Dong Wenfeng said cheaply.

Jiang Xuanyan, who originally had a gloomy face, suddenly burst into a flower like smile.

"Let's say first. Our small company can't afford a great God like you. It's still comparable to the Xuanling God of war of Warren Buffett."

Although the corners of the mouth were still hung with a smile that made all flowers ashamed to lower their heads, the beautiful narrow Danfeng eyes turned a big white eye.

"It's all right. I'll aggrieve myself. Stay in your little temple for a while." Dong Wenfeng said a little aggrieved.

Jiang Xuanyan was so angry that she wanted to throw the documents in her hand in her face. It seemed that Dong Wenfeng, who had known that she would throw the documents in her hand, dodged with a smiley face. After saying see you in the evening, he ran away and ran out of the office.

Watching Dong Wenfeng leave, Jiang Xuanyan's anger on her pretty face dissipated in an instant. Her jade like white and fair cheeks were as suffocating as Datura in the afternoon sun.

If the outside fanatical investors know that the God of war Yuhua they admire is such a fool, their chin will fall to the ground.

As dusk fell, the night light silently shrouded the busy steel city, and the yellowish street lights shone alone. In a bustling bar like the day, the stage was full of young men and women with fashion. Their bodies twisted and moved with the metal punk, as if releasing the pressure they suffered during the day.

Off the stage, or middle-aged people in elegant tuxedos who communicate quietly with each other, or old people who smile and watch the wanton dance on the stage, touch their silver hair and lament the infinite beauty of youth.

Yes, this is the celebration banquet of Xuanling branch.

In the crowd, a man and a woman sat there quietly, as if they were out of tune with the crowd next to pouring a cup of wine into their belly. However, the focus of the crowd never left them. From time to time, someone would hold a glass to toast them. Only the man would drink it up with a smile no matter who came, while the woman would smile like a smile, and the toaster would leave with a smile.

The couple are Dong Wenfeng and Jiang Xuanyan. Why did Jiang Xuanyan refuse the toast? Jiang Xuanyan has worked hard in the business empire for a long time, and there are no few things to drink and socialize, but her identity as Miss Xiao is there, and no one dares to force her to get drunk. Over time, she has become a typical non drinker.

Dong Wenfeng himself did not know why, and the amount of wine had become so massive. In the past, he drank some bottles of beer and was a little dizzy. Now he doesn't know how much wine he has drunk, but he drinks a lot of Baijiu beer, but it only increases his urine and his face is slightly red. So Dong Wenfeng has no interest in the variety of wine here. Only when someone comes to propose a toast will they have a drink.

"It seems that the improvement of my physical quality is very comprehensive. Even the intoxicating alcohol can be filtered out. I don't know if I can filter out the venom and so on. It's a pity that these wines enter my stomach..." Dong Wenfeng scratched his head and thought.

"I'll tell you first. I won't care if you're drunk." Jiang Xuanyan took a sip of the juice in the bottle and said disgustingly. Her eyes shining like stars still have a strong sense of concern.

Dong Wenfeng, whose thought was interrupted, turned and looked at Xiao Yachun with a little concern on his pretty face, and immediately smiled.

"It's okay. This little wine is not enough for my tooth sacrifice. I, Dong Wenfeng, used to be called the little overlord of the wine table. I drank more than ten wine jars and became the king in the first World War. You didn't see their eyes turn over and laugh to death."

Looking at Dong Wenfeng, who began to talk nonsense again, Jiang Xuanyan determined that he was not drunk, so he drank the juice himself.

"Dong Wenfeng, here's to you. I respect you as a man.

I don't understand why my cousin mentioned you to the technical consultant. When I heard that you bought all your customers, I didn't understand and was angry at the same time. But you, Dong Wenfeng, did it. You are the person I admire most except my cousin Jiang Wen. After drinking this glass of wine, we are brothers. "

A drunken young man in Chinese clothes said to Dong Wenfeng with two goblets full of transparent liquid.

Then he picked up a glass of wine in his hand and drank it. He was shaking. Now he had to support the table in front of Dong Wenfeng to barely stand.

"Xiao Wen, don't make trouble. Dong Wenfeng has drunk a lot, and you let him drink this..." Jiang Xuanyan's words haven't finished yet.

Dong Wenfeng held Xiao Wen in one hand, then took the glass in his trembling hand and drank it in one gulp.

The strong and irritating smell immediately filled the nasal cavity, numb, the tongue seemed not to be his own, the throat burned like a fire, and the whole body was sweating. Dong Wenfeng couldn't help feeling that the scenery in front of him was blurred, and then he shook his head dizzily. Of course, compared with the documents that had almost collapsed in his arms, Dong Wenfeng was like nothing.

Jiang Wen's mouth made a big arc, and his eyes were full of satisfaction. Some soft hands hooked Dong Wenfeng's broad shoulders. At this time, Jiang Wen regarded Dong Wenfeng as his brother from the inside out.

You should know that Jiang Wen is a famous drinker of Xuanling. He goes to drink and socialize. He is not only eloquent, but also has a good drinking capacity, not to mention that most customers ask him to accompany him.

But just like in an industry, Jiang Wen will pursue the peak for a long time. When he drinks later, he gradually pursues spirits with high concentration of alcohol. His drinking friends around him can't catch up with his footwork. Even some rum and whisky made by distillation can't stand it. After drinking one mouthful, he will fall asleep, leaving Xiao Wen alone.

Not to mention the Polish distilled vodka called "water of life", the alcohol concentration was 96%. Even Jiang Wen had to dry his throat for a whole day. However, he was still nostalgic for the dizziness experience after strong taste. That's why he was so talented that he was assigned by Yuhua head office to assist Jiang Xuanyan.

"Happy, Dong Wenfeng, you're older than me. I'll call you brother Yu in the future. Just call me Xiaowen like sister Xuanyan." Jiang Wen said vaguely. Although his eyes were confused and separated, he was full of sincerity.