This year's elite gathering can be said to be unprecedentedly grand, with truth-telling reports from world-renowned media such as The Times and Wall Street Journal. //?//Internet media such as CNN, BBC, and **** also sent teams here.
The ultra-luxury cruise ship is also very eye-catching. This cruise ship, which is known as the world's most luxurious cruise ship, is jointly operated by the Ximen Family and the Nanguo Family. It was originally based on the Titanic and added the most advanced equipment and equipment.
Wang Minzhen had already been waiting on the cruise ship. When he saw Ling Feng and the others coming, he quickly came over to greet them. As the superficial spokesperson of the Lingfeng Group, Wang Minzhen is now in the right boat. He is also responsible for the low self-esteem in the Northeast. In the words of the Wang family, he is in the right boat.
Although it was drizzling, the awnings on the cruise ship had been pulled up to keep out the rain. There is a large space reserved in the middle of the cruise ship, filled with all kinds of delicacies. The waiters are all young and beautiful, and they are walking among the crowd carrying plates. The organizer paid little attention to this party, so it hired a foreign team to take full responsibility for the reception, so many of the waiters were foreign faces.
Ling Feng had no intention of being polite to this group of elites. He met Nan Guojing and a few of his acquaintances, said hello, and found a way to go to Wang Minzhen's small box.
Several friends of Wang Minzhen were also in the room. They had just talked about the Orange Club and made some jokes. Wang Minzhen didn't care about these insignificant jokes, he just reminded me to pay more attention.
When several people saw Wang Minzhen personally bringing someone in, he was naturally the big boss behind the scenes, and they stood up in fear.
Wen Renliu and Bei Gongming were both cold-tempered and did not express their opinions. They sat down on an empty sofa opposite and poured red wine consciously.
Ling Feng, who had read a lot of official articles recently, took the initiative to smile, said they were all friends, and asked them to sit down.
Several people took a look at Wang Minzhen's face and found that there was no difference between them before they dared to sit down.
????????????? Do any of you smoke? Ling Feng asked with a smile.
Several people shook their heads and said nothing.
Wang Minzhen drank the red wine in one gulp and cursed with a smile. These are a bunch of cowards. We are all our own people here. Get out of your pick-up spirit. Damn it, you are so embarrassed.
Wang Minzhen and several of his friends laughed. Ling Feng, the fat man closest to him, took the initiative to take out a cigarette. It was a panda, which was not available in the market.
Brother Feng, would you like one? the fat man asked.
Ling Feng smiled and nodded. This is good stuff. The old Taoist priest who is used to smoking dry cigarettes also said about this cigarette. He only smoked it once and it was quite enjoyable.
Zhao Hong, your uncle, why didn¡¯t you take it out and share it just now? Wang Minzhen laughed and cursed.
The fat man handed the cigarettes to Wen Renliu and Bei Gongming again, then put away the cigarettes and said confidently that you guys have no taste and smoking for you is a waste.
Wang Minzhen made a gesture of contempt with his middle finger, and at the same time he did not forget to spread cigarettes to a few friends, soft and Chinese.
Wen Renliu and Bei Gongming sat there quietly, finishing smoking a panda and feeling quite good. Fatty Zhao Hong, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly placed a box of pandas on the table.
Wang Minzhen also introduced a few friends at the right time. Fatty Zhao Hong, from Shanxi, whose father is a standard coal boss, is not ordinary rich; the short-haired guy with a crew cut is Huang Liang, Wang Minzhen¡¯s university classmate and a native of Wuxi. It is said that he and Wang Minzhen were still friends back then. Love rivals, he fell in love with a girl from an art school at the same time, but was eventually intercepted by a local super gangster. The two gave up halfway and became friends instead. The young man who talks a little effeminately is called Zhao Fei. His name is quite domineering. He is from the Chongqing area. There is a tiger man father who was severely punished by Chongqing and escaped completely, but his business was greatly affected. The tall and thick-looking man is called Pei Dong, a standard second-generation red man. He and his grandfather took turns running in the army, and he was also the most loyal among them.
After chatting for a while, Ling Feng put down his cup and asked Zhao Hong with a smile, I heard that the coal bosses in Shanxi always make money while lying down? Is it so suspenseful?
The fat man didn¡¯t take it seriously and said that it happened a few years ago. In those years, the media bombarded the country indiscriminately, and the central government issued policies that killed a large number of people. Now they are all under the supervision of the State Council. However, the coal bosses are indeed not short of money. Some of the nouveau riche use sacks of cash to rectify some of the problems. Some people go to Macau to gamble, and most of them lose, but they are not short of money anyway.
Since they have no time to go to Macau to send money, why not open a casino in Shanxi? Ling Feng asked.
Several of Wang Minzhen¡¯s friends also became interested, and they have often been exposed to these business things.
The fat man had a look of helplessness on his face and said that he had indeed considered this. My father had also worked hard on this matter, but in the end it was nothing.
Ling Feng didn¡¯t know much about the things within the system, and what he did know was instilled in him by Hu Li.
Can you make money? Ling Feng asked.
The fat man nodded affirmatively and said those things?The bosses all sleep on money. If it can really be opened, I dare not say that it will be more than five million a month.
Ling Feng thought for a moment and said with a smile, I'll ask for you, it may not be a good idea.
The fat man¡¯s face was full of excitement and he quickly said thank you several times.
Wang Minzhen leaned forward, smoked a panda, and said with a smile, Fatty Zhao, this panda is good, I will send some over another day.
"It's easy to talk about. If this thing comes to pass, I will send a few boxes over," the fat man said generously.
Sissy Zhao Fei swung the red wine in his glass and asked Brother Feng with a smile, "I heard that Brother Wang said that Boss Wang's restaurant is going to expand?"
Lingfeng nodded and said yes, but there is not much progress. As you know, Boss Wang's restaurant is too strong now, and some places are too protective, which cannot be solved by money.
Zhao Fei, who had a gangster background, lit a cigarette and said with a smile that it was easy to talk about. Since you said so, Brother Feng, it would be easy to handle. There should be no problems in Chongqing and the surrounding provinces and cities.
Ling Feng looked up at Zhao Fei who was smoking and asked if it was possible?
Although Zhao Fei, who is known as the Ouchi Supervisor, is a bit sissy, he is no less sinister than his father who has been involved in the underworld for decades. He smiled and said don¡¯t look at me as a sissy, but I do things on my own and I get angry when I think about it. My father was busy back then. Taking care of her own affairs, my mother put my sister and me into a British aristocratic school, which was a girls' school. Fortunately, I had a lot of flaws and was good enough.
A group of people laughed. Ling Feng nodded and said no problem, but we are legal businessmen and can only do what is on the table.
Wang Minzhen and Zhao Fei had been together for many years and knew what kind of temper Zhao Fei had. After saying a few insignificant words, they agreed to let Dongfang Enterprise be responsible for negotiating business there.
Not long after, Bei Gongming received a text message and quickly gave Ling Feng a wink.
Wang Minzhen on the side also understood, and smiled and said, "Brothers, let's go out for a walk, the party is about to start."
A group of people went out, and Wang Minzhen left first with a few of his friends.
Lingfeng took out his cell phone and sent a message to Shura.
The message is very short, just one word: kill!
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