Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Bowing and scraping

The front door of the Supreme Dynasty is designed in the Roman style. In the centre above the arched door is a crown, and on either side of the door are statues of Venus – of course, they are clothed and have arms. The row of Roman columns under the porch are covered in gold paper. In short, it is very grand and very local!

Mei Yiliang, who had arrived at the front door, suddenly felt a little insecure and whispered to Feng Yiping, who was following behind him, 'Do we have enough money?'

'It doesn't matter if it's enough or not, it's just this much!'

Two thousand yuan now is not the same as two thousand yuan twenty years from now. If this is not enough, then there's no need to think about anything else, just leave. Feng Yiping doesn't want to be slaughtered like a pig at the New Year!

The receptionist in a red qipao with a high split neckline came over to the door and said, 'Sir, do you have a reservation?'

In front of his nephew, Mei Yiliang was very polite, and he didn't dare to glance in the girl's direction. 'We have friends inside.'

Feng Yiping, on the other hand, had no qualms about taking a quick glance at the four reception ladies standing on either side of him. Their faces were all quite good, but their breasts – well, it was hard to know whether they were real or not. The narrow, long oval shape of their necks revealed the contours of their breasts, and their legs were long too. It was just that, underneath the Roman-style building, wearing very Chinese cheongsams, there was always something incongruous about them. They should have been wearing Roman togas!

'Which box is it?'

'Versailles.'

'Okay, this way, sir!'

The hostess, her hands clasped below her belly button and her waist twisting like a water snake, walked gracefully in front of them, leading them up the Roman staircase in the middle of the lobby to the second floor.

Along the way, there were many staff members on both sides, but none of them objected to Feng Yiping, an obvious minor, entering this place.

Listening to the faint music coming from the private rooms on both sides, the receptionist led them to the box at the end with the sign 'Versailles'. She reached out and knocked twice on the purple door, then gently twisted it open, without even glancing inside, and bowed politely, inviting them to go in.

As soon as the door opened, the off-key tune of 'I've Waited Until My Flowers Have Withered' came blasting out, mixed with the sounds of drinking games and men and women flirting.

The opening of the door didn't attract much attention from the others either. Ma Jiwei sat on one side of the sofa, head resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, but one hand was firmly placed on the thigh of the girl in a short skirt next to him. The girl saw the two people, one big and one small, walk in and shook Ma Jiwei.

Ma Jiwei straightened his head, looked over blankly, and it took a while for his eyes to focus. He walked over unsteadily, put a hand on Feng Yiping's shoulder, and said, 'Oh, Feng Yiping, haha, everyone, I'll take the lead!'

What does this mean? Is this a bet?

The guy in front of the TV who was hugging a girl and holding a microphone singing also stopped. 'Are you the middle school student who can get autographed photos of celebrities?'

'This is the son of the mayor of the Han District,' Ma Jiyi introduced, "Yes, he is, hehe, come, sit, and this is?" It seemed that he had only just noticed Mei Yiliang following behind.

'This is my brother-in-law, the general manager of Jiasheng Decoration.'

Mei Yiliang took a step forward and handed him a business card, "Mei Yiliang, please advise!'

'Okay, okay," he took it and glanced at it before putting it in his pocket.

As soon as they sat down, a girl came over to pour them drinks. Ma Jiwai was not confused and knew that Feng Yiping was underage and shouldn't drink. He told the girl next to him, 'Go get some juice for Classmate Feng!'

Someone on the other side of the table added, "You don't want milk, do you?" which drew a round of laughter from the people in the private room.

Feng Yiping and the others came over so quickly, which should have made Ma Jiwei look very impressive. 'Don't kid around, although Classmate Feng is young, he is very mature, and has already published several novels.' It seems that Feng Yiping's news was introduced to him by Gao Zhiyi and the others.

He took a bottle of wine and placed it in front of Mei Yiliang, 'Besides, he came with his family, and this is Boss Mei, if you say things like that, aren't you afraid he'll get drunk?'

Mei Yiliang poured a full glass and walked up to the person who had spoken. 'I'm Mei Yiliang. I can't be called a boss, but I've opened a small decoration company. If you need me in the future, please let me know. I'd like to drink a toast to you!'

After saying that, he tilted his head back and the glass was immediately empty.

Mei Yiliang's words were appropriate, and his actions were beautiful. The man was a little embarrassed for a moment. He had already drunk up to now, and if he had to drink another toast, it wouldn't be easy for him.

The girl next to him immediately said, 'I'll drink for him.'

Even the son of the deputy district chief, who had finished singing and returned to sit in the middle, said, "No, it's the first time we've met, how can you take a toast for someone else!'

'If you're going to toast someone, you should toast Ma Jiwei first!" the son of a court president said.

'Haha, classmate Feng has already toasted me!' Ma Jiwei picked up the glass and clinked it with Feng Yiping's juice.

'Just help yourself!' Mei Yiliang returned to his seat at this point and said with a smile.

'That's fine, help yourself to a glass!' Ma Jiyi said.

The son of the deputy district chief poured a full glass and pushed it in front of him, 'They came so quickly and offered you the first toast, so you should at least say something on our behalf.'

The son of the court president, although a bit embarrassed, finished the large glass in several sips.

This made Feng Yiping's impression of them change a little. These people were all Ma Jiwei's classmates from university, all second-generation, and this was their last gathering before the New Year.

Halfway through the drinking, someone, for whatever reason, had a brainwave and made a very childish bet to see who could get someone to pay the bill the fastest. It just so happened that Feng Yiping was the one who was called.

When he heard this, Feng Yiping's face looked a little unpleasant, and he didn't hide it much, wanting to get up and leave.

Damn it, aren't these a bunch of playboys who are just toying with them? I want to make money and get connected to the banks, but I'm not that cheap.

Ma Jiwei saw through this and, despite the alcohol, took Feng Yiping's hand. 'It's really a joke, no harm intended. Everyone here is someone, getting to know each other will be good for your company in the future.'

Feng Yiping still sat back down. It wasn't that Ma Jiwai had convinced him, but the last thing Ma Jiwai had said had reminded him. It would be quite difficult to get these young masters at the table to help them, but if they were offended, they could easily stir up trouble, just by making a few phone calls.

So, after thinking about it, he had endured.

Fortunately, these people's tails hadn't yet curled up to the sky. Mei Yiliang proposed a toast, and the son of the court president eventually drank his glass of wine.

Perhaps to make amends, Ma Jiwai took Mei Yiliang around and toasted everyone, handing out his business cards and getting a few phone numbers in return. Feng Yiping guessed that it was Ma Jiwai's words that had impressed these young people. 'Want tickets to a concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum? Just ask Boss Mei and Classmate Feng!'

He was convinced that Feng Yiping had some powerful connections. Otherwise, it would not be easy to get autographs from one or two celebrities, but collecting autographs from so many celebrities in order would not be simple.

'Oh, really?'

These people are always ahead of everyone else. When most people don't know many celebrities, they are already chasing after them. Besides, autographed photos of celebrities are still very attractive to girls at university.

'So can you get tickets for Liu Tianwang's concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum next year?' The son of the court president, who was red from drinking, looked at Feng Yiping with sparkling eyes.

'No problem, I guarantee I can get you a front row seat.' Feng Yiping really didn't want to take on this trouble, but at this point he had to agree.

Although Liu Tianwang had already switched from PolyGram to Warner Records, Feng Yiping's songs had made him even more popular last year, and his manager had even sent a letter of thanks through Dacheng Law Firm. Buying a few tickets was no problem.

Now, I believe those people won't casually throw away Mei Yiliang's business card.

After the show, Mei Yiliang went to the cashier to settle the bill, while Ma Jiwei was in the box talking to Feng Yiping. 'My father is busy these days too, let me see, I'll let you know when he's free, and you can go to the house to find the way. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, even if you can't get one package, you'll get one of the other packages.'

Seeing Feng Yiping's indifferent expression, Ma Jiwei said, 'Really, don't worry, no matter what, I won't lose face in front of Gao Zhiyi's classmates, right?'

It is also true that he was introduced by Gao Zhiyi and Li Jia's classmate at the University of Political Science and Law. If in the end he can't even help a little, it would be quite embarrassing.

A rich young man who still cares about face is not a bad one at all.

'Forget it, don't bother. I'm worried that the pay won't be good enough.'

'How could that be? I'm here! My father's side of the family still listens to me.' Ma Jiwei patted his chest.

He really had drunk a bit too much!

'Let's give it a try then!' Money had been spent, and anger had been endured, so taking a job could be considered a way to soothe Feng Yiping's wounded heart.

On the way back, Feng Yiping said to Mei Yiliang, 'Uncle, I'm sorry about today, I didn't expect it to be like this.'

'It's fine. When we dropped Ma Jiwei off, he said that we were doing well, that we should go and check out the place, and that he would definitely find us some second or third tier work, which is not bad at all!'

'You can't take his drunken words seriously. Besides, I feel quite uncomfortable having to go out of my way to drink with them and pay the bill.'

'Silly boy, what's the big deal about what happened today? It's just about drinking with them and paying the bill. That's how socialising is like. You'll get used to it in the future,'

Mei Yiliang said, 'Do a good job. When we're bigger, like you said, when our Jiasheng brand is established in the province, then we'll just wait for people to come knocking on our door.'

'Yes, it will definitely happen!' Feng Yiping was confident about this.

'Also, in the future, I'll be the one to contact him, so you just focus on your studies. It'd be best if you become a big official in the future, so that other people will come to you.' Mei Yiliang said with a smile.

'No, I don't want to go down that path. And don't ever say that to my parents, or I'll be in trouble.'

'Haha, you're scared too!'