Recast youth

Chapter 1134
In an extremely luxurious private room at Qingzun Hongzhu Chinese Restaurant, a group of well-dressed and successful people, most of whom are almost at the top of the domestic pyramid, are drinking and drinking, laughing and talking loudly.

"Mr. Ye, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. It's amazing, it's amazing."

"Come on, come on, Mr. Ye, I'll toast you. I'm from Taiyuan, Shanxi. If you go to Shanxi in the future, call me and I'll have someone pick you up."

"Mr. Ye, your company is about to go public now. I wish your company will go public and its market value will increase greatly. Come on, I'll toast you. I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

……

A glass of wine was delivered.

No matter how good Ye Feng was at drinking, he was still drunk. This was because of Kong Zhong's presence. If Kong Zhong hadn't been present, which of the people toasting Ye Feng wouldn't have weighed more than a kilogram and a half of liquor?

The reason why these people did not persuade Ye Fengjiu again and again is based on two reasons. The first reason is that Ye Feng’s company is indeed very aggressive in the domestic Internet company industry. No, momentum should not be used here. To describe it, it should be described as very large. It is a very mature Internet company, and it is also a profitable company. It does not need to burn additional money. It is listed. Shareholders can enjoy dividends and benefits in the short term. In other words, work, wine On the table, leave three points of margin, and the margin is right here.

The second reason is that Ye Feng obviously came to see Kong Zhong. They still couldn’t figure out whether Kong Zhong was behind Ye Feng or whether Kong Zhong was controlling his company, so they didn’t drink Ye Feng wine. Click till then.

Of course, Ye Feng's stomach still tumbled until he clicked. During the pause, he glanced at Kong Zhong, who was sitting there with a calm expression, crossing his legs and smoking.

On the table is still the Zhongnanhai smoke that can be seen everywhere in Yanjing. What’s funny is that from time to time, people smoke Zhongnanhai cigarettes to Kong Zhong, pinch it in the palm of their hand, take a puff of it happily, and then say something serious. , smoked a lot, but Zhongnanhai was more to his liking, it was strong enough.

At this time, Kong Zhong seemed to be aware of Ye Feng's eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly pulled out a hint of teasing. He saw it from beginning to end, but he didn't care, let alone say anything.

If you can drink it, if you drink it well, you will fall down after drinking it.

However, Kong Zhong still maintained a trace of curiosity, wanting to see how long Ye Feng could play with these people, how long he could drink before he cried out that he couldn't stand it, and how long he couldn't help but rush to the toilet.

For Kong Zhong, whose life is already stable and without any ups and downs, sometimes counting ants or watching a show is more interesting than other things.

However, the scene that Kong Zhong was looking forward to did not appear after all. Until the end, Ye Feng held on until the end of the game and came outside the Chang'an Club. Everyone got into the driver's car one after another and left.

Until this time, Ye Feng couldn't help it any longer, ran to the lawn by the roadside, and vomited out, as if he was about to vomit out everything in his stomach.

"Let's go."

Zhong Min drove out of the parking space in his simple and low-key Phaeton. Kong Zhong got into the car, and his whole body was sunk in the shadow of the back seat. His side face was cold and his eyes were indifferent, which suddenly made him cold and ruthless, with a strong aura. It was brought out.

"Did he drink too much?"

Jongmin asked with a smile as he turned around.

Kong Zhong's cold voice came from the back seat: "He likes to talk and laugh, deal with interpersonal relationships, and deal with the world. Drinking too much is something he brought on himself."

"That can't be said."

Zhong Min said with a smile: "After all, he is not at your level, Mr. Zhong. You can drink to see your mood and people. He drinks to see his mood and people, but he will offend people. He is young now, so he should drink earlier." He is also very good at adapting to the sophistication of people at the wine table. As far as his achievements so far, he can beat most of the people who rely on Zuyin for a living."

Kong Zhong closed his eyes to rest and did not respond.

Liu Zhengping, a Korean, was sitting in the passenger seat. His eyes were always fixed on Ye Feng, who was squatting on the roadside. After a while, he moved his eyes to Feng Zheng, who was tall behind him, and his expression seemed to never change. After the car left, Liu Zhengping withdrew his narrow eyes.

"Pooh!"

Ye Feng vomited for a long time before he regained his composure. He spat hard and stretched out his hand. Feng Zheng handed over a bottle of mineral water from behind. Ye Feng rinsed his mouth and then asked without looking back: "Kong Zhong is gone?"

"Gone." Feng Zheng replied from behind.

"Just go and go."

Ye Feng stood up, washed his hands with mineral water, and then thought for a moment. During the meal, Kong Zhong was watching a show on the side. Now he came out without waiting for him and drove away directly. He felt extremely unhappy because he was here to see him off. It's money, now it's like I'm here to borrow money.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and cursed: "Damn it, I'm going to spit out the gall. These grandsons are really good at drinking. I can't stand even one drink per person. If I had known, I would have been waiting outside."

"It's good to show a familiar face."

Feng Zheng looked at Ye Feng and said, "Such an occasion will happen sooner or later."

"I know, I'm just saying it."

Ye Feng walked to the side of the road, threw the mineral water bottle into the trash can, then walked back, opened the car door and got in, pinched his brows, and said tiredly to Feng Zheng who also sat in the car: "Let's go, we'll get there later, that cold-blooded My grandson might not even open the door for me."

Feng Zheng started the car and drove smoothly onto Chang'an Street.

Ye Feng suddenly said: "Feng Zheng, do you think Kong Zhong is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? I think he is like this. Once he falls, a lot of enemies will come over and step on his head. No, As for his background, if he really comes from the same alley as my dad, he may not be better than my dad."

Feng Zheng drove the car and let Ye Feng, who had drunk too much, talk behind him. As for Ye Feng's words, he only listened and did not remember them. As for Kong Zhong, he had a different view. If Kong Zhong was a descendant of meritorious service, there would be nothing to say. .

But Kong Zhong is not.

From a Manchu people who were shouting about beatings and had no choice but to change their surnames, and then in such a complicated era, to reach this height today, the difficulties and risks are naturally unimaginable. In the words of his mistress, the people at the foot of the mountain People on the mountainside can rely on luck to get rich, and people on the mountainside can rely on the support of noble people, but people on the top of the mountain all rely on their own ability to climb up.

Success, how can it be so easy?
"I'm not talking about him. We were in the VIP room before. You wouldn't know it before you went in. He was really pretending, and he was very venomous. If that person were me, I would definitely scold him in my heart for pretending to be a grandson."

Ye Feng was still talking incoherently.

Along the way, Ye Feng was talking and Feng Zheng was listening, and Chang'an Street was not far from the courtyard where Kong Zhong lived. In about 10 minutes, Feng Zheng drove Ye Feng to the door of Kong Zhong's house.

At this time, Ye Feng, who had vomited all his stomach, was a little sober. He got out of the car, and when the cold wind blew, he lost his drunkenness. He and Feng Zheng went up and knocked on the door of the courtyard.

It's still the door with the ring hanging on it.

The person who opened the door was Liu Zhengping, who still had an uncomfortable look in his eyes. He glanced at Ye Feng who was standing at the door. The more he looked, the more disgusted he felt. He had already clashed with Ye Feng several times from Dongzhou to Yanjing.

He also didn't understand why Kong Jingke and Zhong Ye would look at such a person differently, just because of the company he created?But what does such a company mean to Mr. Zhong?
Liu Zhengping, who has been with Kong Zhong for many years, knows deeply that in this Yanjing city, the assets held by the few people like Mr. Zhong who can sit down and distribute benefits are terrifying.

The value of the courtyard houses that Mr. Zhong has bought over the years alone is far beyond the imagination of countless people.

Suddenly, Liu Zhengping, who had been staring at Ye Feng for a few seconds, pulled out a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said mockingly: "You were squatting on the roadside and vomiting just now. It was really embarrassing. You were squatting on the roadside like a dog. No wonder. Mr. Zhong didn’t want to talk to you, so he came back directly.”

"none of your business?"

Liu Zhengping didn't like Ye Feng, and Ye Feng also disliked him. It was just like when he went to his neighbor's house and the neighbor had a vicious dog, and Liu Zhengping, the Korean stickman, was undoubtedly this vicious dog.

Ye Feng frowned, stared at Liu Zhengping, and said mockingly: "At least I ate at the same table as them. What about you? Where are you? Do you have the right to get drunk?"

Liu Zhengping's eyes suddenly turned cold. Ye Feng's words were like a knife piercing his heart, trampling on his sensitive dignity.

(End of this chapter)