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- "Haha, so be it. Chun Ge Pharmaceutical is planning to establish a group company." Cheng Xueman never forgot to show off himself.
"What position do you hold?" the young man asked.
"I'm just a small employee, just holding some shares."
"There are also shares in Chunge Pharmaceutical. Sherman, when you get rich, you will be treated to a treat." The young man looked envious. He turned around and looked at Wang Baoyu and asked, "Is this your boyfriend?"
Cheng Xueman smiled and said nothing. Wang Baoyu reached out to shake hands with him and introduced herself modestly: "Hello, Wang Baoyu."
"My name is Liu Licheng, your clothes are a bit inappropriate." Liu Licheng looked up and down and said, maybe because he doesn't read newspapers very much, he doesn't know Wang Baoyu's name.
Wang Baoyu just wore an ordinary cotton jacket today, which cost a few hundred yuan. This guy was clearly looking down on his clothes. Cheng Xueman interjected: "This is custom-made. Maybe the costume designer didn't measure it well. Hey, Domestic fashion designers are just like that. In the future, we will have to find first-class international designers.¡±
Liu Licheng laughed dryly and said nothing, his expression showing that he didn't believe it at all. A girl came over and took a look at Wang Baoyu, and pulled Liu Licheng aside disdainfully. Wang Baoyu looked displeased, and Cheng Xueman hurriedly explained: "He is the boss of a group in Beijing. My son, you don¡¯t need to be familiar with him.¡±
"HI, Angle! Longtimenosee!" (Long time no see,) Another girl with heavy makeup walked towards Cheng Xueman.
"Oh, Anna! How is everything going?" Cheng Xueman walked over quickly, the two hugged each other cordially, and then chattered to each other in English.
Although the girl had dyed hair and makeup covering her skin color, there was no doubt that she was Chinese. Maybe it was because Wang Baoyu was wearing shabby clothes today, and Cheng Xueman did not take the initiative to introduce her.
After the girl walked away, Wang Baoyu asked in confusion: "Why do **** people have to speak English when they meet?"
"Baoyu, you also need to broaden your horizons. Children in big cities go to aristocratic international schools since they were young, and they all speak English at home with their parents." Cheng Xueman explained.
"My whole family is a translator." Wang Baoyu asked again.
"What? His parents are both leaders of the radio station." Cheng Xueman was a little helpless towards Wang Baoyu.
Wang Baoyu still doesn¡¯t understand why he has to speak English since he lives in China and the people he contacts are all Chinese. Being able to speak a foreign language is indeed a skill, but in the end if it has nothing to do with work, it is just a language. Does speaking English mean you are superior to others?
¡° Then, accompanied by Cheng Xueman, Wang Baoyu met a few more young men and learned that they were all so-called rich second generations. They were all extremely arrogant, and their girlfriends were also more beautiful than the other.
Fuck, if I had known this, I would have put on that suit worth 100,000 yuan. On the stage, there was a short young man singing a Japanese song. It sounded like a waist-dropping moan, which made people Goosebumps all over my body.
"Fuck, another traitor." Wang Baoyu whispered contemptuously.
Cheng Xueman burst into laughter and said, "He is a true Japanese. You really wronged him."
Wang Baoyu took a glass of red wine, took a sip and asked, "Why are there still Japanese here?"
"His name is Yokohama Tian. He is the son of the chairman of Yinying Co., Ltd., the largest investment company in Japan." When he said this, Cheng Xueman looked proud.
"Why don't you hook up with him?" Wang Baoyu asked contemptuously.
"Baoyu, don't talk like that, at least I'm still Chinese." Cheng Xueman said unhappily.
After Yokohama Tian finished singing, he walked off the stage with a Chinese girl in his arms and walked over to this side. Cheng Xueman hurried over to say hello. Perhaps he was afraid that Wang Baoyu would disrupt the situation and did not introduce him.
Yokohama Tian glanced at Wang Baoyu, with a puzzled look on his face. He was probably thinking about why he came here as an old hater. He really didn't fit in with this high-end communication group. Wang Baoyu didn't bother to talk to him. He was a fool if he had money. , I will be richer than all of you in the future.
At this time, the sound of dance music came to mind in the bar. There were more than a dozen men and women, some drinking red wine, some hugging each other and dancing, filled with a strong petty bourgeois sentiment.
"Baoyu, let's dance a song too." Cheng Xueman came over and invited.
Wang Baoyu did not refuse. He held Cheng Xueman's waist and moved slowly on the dance floor to the sound of music. The dancing men and women were very close to each other, and some even danced face-to-face.
"Xueman, I think these friends of yours are not good people, so don't pay attention to them." Wang Baoyu couldn't help but remind him.
"They are just friends. We rarely keep in touch with each other. It's just a coincidence this time." Cheng Xueyuan??explained.
"Hey, you can't dance," a woman with heavy makeup glanced at Wang Baoyu and said.
"What's the use of being able to dance? I just need to be good in bed." Wang Baoyu said contemptuously and provocatively.
The woman giggled upon hearing this and said shamelessly: "You'll have to give it a try to find out."
"Get out of here, don't be so arrogant here." The young man dancing with her pinched her plump butt hard.
Wang Baoyu felt very boring and wanted to leave here after letting go of Cheng Xueman. Cheng Xueman went to hold Wang Baoyu and begged to wait a while and leave together.
Wang Baoyu found a card table and sat down. After the dance stopped, the Japanese man named Yokohama jumped on the stage and said: "Today is my birthday. Thank you all for coming."
This guy's Chinese is not bad. As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter in the bar came in with a three-layer cake and a tower of wine glasses. The waiter opened several bottles of red wine. Pouring from above, the red liquid gradually filled the wine glass.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you" Everyone present clapped their hands and sang the birthday song, including Cheng Xueman of course.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?Celebrating a Japanese birthday is so fucking spineless. Wang Baoyu groaned angrily and said nothing. Yokohama looked proud and pulled a woman next to him and gave her a kiss.
Of course, he also noticed Wang Baoyu, who had a cold face, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Everyone should be careful not to bring irrelevant people to parties in the future."
Wang Baoyu was so angry that she almost overturned the table. Cheng Xueman quickly pressed Wang Baoyu's shoulders. At this time, she already regretted bringing Wang Baoyu to such an occasion.
"Fuck, a small country in such a small place dares to be so arrogant here." Wang Baoyu still cursed. Although his voice was not loud, it was still heard by Yokohama Tian. He snorted coldly: "We, the Yamato nation, It is the second largest economy in the world, but you, China, are so backward that you still dare to worry about our Senkaku Islands.¡±
"Fuck you, the Diaoyu Islands are Chinese territory." Upon hearing this, Wang Baoyu slapped the table and cursed.
"The Senkaku Islands are the territory of the Empire of Japan." Yokohama Tian said with his eyes raised. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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