Chapter 700 (2/2)

Just then, suddenly, there was a commotion at the door.

Then, a young man in a golden suit, looking glittering and very naughty, came in from the outside.

Behind him were two subordinates holding a long exquisite gift box for him.

As soon as he came in, he attracted the attention of many people. At the same time, everyone also talked about it one after another.

”Wow, that man is Zhang Jia, one of the nine second tier families in Jiangnan City!”

”Zhang Jia ranks eighth among the nine second tier giants! The assets under the family name are also hundreds of billions. Moreover, the current family advocates that Bo song and Zhang Lao are still a master of traditional Chinese painting. ”

”This man is Zhang Mingyuan, the only seedling of the generation of Zhang Jia, and the unquestioned successor of the next generation of Zhang Jia's family owners.”

”In the future, he is the owner of hundreds of billions of assets. Moreover, I heard that he is also very progressive and shows extraordinary business talent not only in business. He also inherited his grandfather's genes in painting. ”

”Last year, Zhangjia gave him 500 million yuan for investment, and he made 1 billion yuan. In the past year, he painted 10 paintings, each of which cost millions. ”

”Wow, he is really the national husband of Jiangnan City. I really want to marry him.”

“……”

The people who talked about it were all women in their twenties. Looking at Zhang Mingyuan at this time, they wanted to have children for him immediately.

Zhang Mingyuan seems to be used to enjoying these eyes. He behaves very casually.

He doesn't like ordinary women.

Thinking of women, he thought of the woman he saw in Jiangnan Hotel a few days ago.

That woman is Chu's cousin, Jiang Xue. She is so beautiful. Even the four beauties in Jiangnan are not as beautiful as her.

It's a pity that such a beautiful woman should ”marry” a little white faced husband. It's really outrageous.

”When will I see her again?” Zhang Mingyuan said sadly, ”last time, even one of her contact information didn't stay. That's hateful. ”

Thinking like this, suddenly, Zhang Mingyuan saw a familiar person at one of the tables.

”It's him!” Zhang Mingyuan really didn't expect anyone to appear in his mind.

He really didn't expect to see Jiang Xue's loser husband, the little white face and the soft rice guy here.

Why is he here? Did you come to the dinner with Jiang Xue?

Zhang Mingyuan looked around and didn't see Jiang Xue.

After taking a closer look at Jiang Xue's little white faced husband, he suddenly found a very interesting thing.

As like as two peas toy boy, the husband and his wife are almost the same as the etiquette teachers and attendants.

”Oh, I see.” Zhang Mingyuan suddenly said, ”originally, he didn't come to the dinner party, but became a waiter here.”

Also

This dinner is the birthday dinner of Uncle Lin Nanlin, the speaker of Zhennan group, the head of the second tier rich family in Jiangnan City.

This dinner, ordinary people, can you come?

Like today, he originally wanted to bring Chu urticant, but because Chu urticant's status was too low, he was not invited, so Chu urticant couldn't come.

What qualifications does Jiang Xue's little white faced husband have to come?

Seeing this ”little white face” and being a ”waiter” here, Zhang Mingyuan showed a strange smile on his face.

A few days ago, he didn't know why Mr. Ling was crazy. He drove him out of the hotel, causing him to lose face in front of a beauty like Jiang Xue.

This time, he wanted to recover the lost face from this ”little white face”.

Let him lose face at this dinner.

Let him lose his job and get kicked out of here!

Thinking of this, Zhang Mingyuan lifted his chest and walked towards he Jinyin.

When he Jinyin came to him, he smiled and said, ”what a coincidence, little white face. I didn't expect you to be a waiter here.”

”Waiter?” He Jinyin is a little confused.

”Hehe... However, being a waiter is better than being a little white face. At least, being a waiter is self-supporting and doesn't eat soft food like little white face. ” Zhang Mingyuan shrugged and said, ”praise.”.

As soon as he said this, many eyes looked at he Jinyin.

None of these people knew he Jinyin. Looking at his clothes, like the waiter, they heard Zhang Mingyuan and Zhang Shao say he was a waiter, so they naturally regarded him as a waiter.

At the moment, I heard the words of little white face again. I couldn't help looking at he Jinyin, covering my mouth and laughing.

Men's eyes, looking at him, are full of contempt and disdain.

The young woman's eyes were full of strangeness.

As for the older rich woman, she nodded repeatedly and whispered, ”it looks really handsome. Aunt likes it very much. It's a pity to be a waiter. ”

”Little white face, bring me a glass of wine quickly!” Zhang Mingyuan, deliberately making a fool of he Jinyin, pointed to him and ordered.