"Ms. Yue! Hello! I'm Yin Hongyu from Xianggang Fuxing. Nice to meet you."
When Wan Feng and Yue Hui were talking, a playboy who looked like he was from Xianggang suddenly appeared and interrupted their conversation.
Wan Feng frowned slightly and stood aside. This guy just stood between him and Yue Hui. Where did he learn such manners?
"Master Yin! Hello!"
Hunan and Hong Kong are an open world, Wan Feng scoffed at this statement.
The feudal shackles of Xianggang were not broken at all, as people called them "Young Master" and women added their husband's surname before their names. It was no surprise that they caused so many troubles twenty years later.
"Miss Yue, could you please treat me to dinner when we return to Xianggang?"
"I'm sorry! Mr. Yin, I'm very busy lately and really don't have time." Yue Hui politely refused.
The man called Master Yin had an ugly look on his face, but he turned around and glanced at Wan Feng unkindly.
Wan Feng was tired. People refused your dinner with bad intentions. Look at me, what the hell does it have to do with me?
Wan Feng simply turned his face away, too lazy to look at the dull faces of these young masters from Xianggang.
But when I turned around, I unexpectedly saw Lin Lairong's former boyfriend, whose surname seemed to be Pan, chatting with Lin Lairong.
Lin Lairong's attitude was lukewarm.
When Wan Feng turned around and saw him, Master Pan also happened to see Wan Feng.
"It's you again. Rong broke up with me after I saw you last time. I didn't expect to see you again today."
Wan Feng didn't expect this guy to say such a thing.
But what he said was right. Wan Feng had questioned his gender last time, and then Lin Lairong dumped him.
I thought this guy would learn his lesson and change, but I didn't expect that he would still have greasy hair and powdered face, and there would be no masculinity at all.
Wan Feng had no good impression of these young men from Hunan and Hong Kong. As soon as they arrived in the mainland, they put on a condescending attitude. Were they bullying me because I didn't wear a suit or a brand name?
Of course, the clothes Wan Feng wears are casual clothes produced by his own company. Everyone in his circle knows that Wan Feng doesn't like to wear suits and wears sportswear and casual clothes all year round.
Today is the opening day of Cheng Huimin’s factory and he is no exception.
"What's this gentleman's last name? Now I remember, it's Pan, the same Pan as in Pan Jinlian. Oh! His ancestors were quite famous."
Lin Lairong almost laughed out loud. This guy always speaks in a surprising way.
Pan Fengting's nose almost broke from anger.
"Boy! It's true that my last name is Pan, but it has nothing to do with Pan Jinlian. We are the Pan in Pan An.
"Haha! Isn't it different? Maybe Pan Jinlian and Pan An are also from the same family. At least Pan Jinlian and Pan An are both good-looking. But your genes... something must have happened during the continuation of the incense line, otherwise the difference wouldn't be so huge, right?"
Pan Fengting's face turned dark: "Boy, don't let me see you in Xianggang."
Wan Feng glanced at the other person sideways and said, "With you?"
After saying that, he turned to Yue Hui and Lin Lairong and said, "Let's go in too."
He was not interested in arguing with Pan Fengting.
Yuehui and Lin Lairong followed Wanfeng on the left and right as they walked towards the gate of Chenhui Industry.
Although there were many beautiful women present, Wan Feng, Yue Hui and Lin Lairong were also radiant when they walked over.
Of course, the ones who shine the most are Yue Hui and Lin Lairong, and they have nothing to do with Wan Feng.
On the contrary, his appearance further highlighted the beauty of the two women. After all, his appearance was as ordinary as that of an ordinary passerby.
"Who is this guy?" There were quite a few young men and women present, and someone asked when they saw Wan Feng and two beautiful women walking towards the gate of Chenhui Industrial.
Most people shook their heads.
"Pan Fengting, you seemed to be with them just now. Who is the man in the middle?"
Pan Fengting said with disdain: "A mainland idiot, it seems he's doing business with Lin Lairong."
"So you're from mainland China. I was wondering why you came here wearing a tracksuit. You look so unfashionable!"
"This guy, Miss Lin, and Yuehui standing together really look like two flowers stuck in cow dung. Don't you think they look alike? Hahahaha!"
The young men and women of Xianggang burst into laughter.
Lin Lairong didn't feel anything when she heard it, but she felt relieved to hear someone being compared to cow dung. This guy's words could actually choke people to death.
"Mr. Cow Dung..."
Wan Feng rolled his eyes at Lin Lairong and said, "Do you believe I can kick you into the Lingding Ocean?"
Lin Lairong didn't care and just smiled complacently. Anyway, Wan Feng couldn't really kick him.
Cheng Huimin stood at the gate to welcome guests, shaking hands with some and hugging others.
After welcoming one of the most famous big brother figures in the Hunan and Hong Kong entertainment circles, Cheng Huimin looked up and saw Wan Feng and Lin Lairong Yuehui coming over.
Cheng Huimin, who had been standing at the gate without moving from the beginning, walked up to Wan Feng and gave him a big hug.
Cheng Huimin's action made the laughter of the princes and princesses who were still laughing choke in their throats.
There were no nobles in Xianggang. On the contrary, it was a gathering place for pirates in the past.
Even if there are wealthy families now, they have only emerged in the last thirty to twenty years. When their fathers were building their empires, they had more or less inseparable ties with various underworld groups in Hunan and Hong Kong.
Some families are already the big bosses in a certain underworld.
Therefore, these second-generation people are very clear about Cheng Huimin's identity.
Today, even Cheng Huimin, the second generation of the four major families in Hunan and Hong Kong, did not move, but he moved towards the man who they had just ridiculed as cow dung, and even came up to give him a hug.
A hug is not something that should be given to someone who looks more than 20 years younger than Cheng Huimin.
It was only at this time that these second-generation princes and princesses realized that this mainland visitor was a little unusual.
"Brother! You're here! It's great that you're here! Miss Lin and Miss Yue, welcome."
Cheng Huimin held Wan Feng's hand and walked all the way to the door.
"Brother! How about you cut the ribbon for me later when you come?"
Wan Feng smiled: "I'm happy to serve."
Not just anyone can cut the ribbon for someone of Cheng Huimin's status to open a business.
Whether in the underworld or the white world, he must be a leading figure.
There were quite a few people cutting the ribbon today, of course, they were all from Hunan and Hong Kong.
There was almost no one else present in the area except Ye Qianwen.
Just because you are famous in Xianggang is only a name you have in Xianggang, and it doesn’t mean that anyone in Shenzhen will buy into your account.
So, apart from Wan Feng, those who attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony were all well-known figures in Hunan and Hong Kong, and naturally Wan Feng didn't know them.
However, Wan Feng, the representative of the entertainment industry, knew the big brother named Cheng.
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