Jiang Wan felt something was fishy.

Is there something wrong with the project itself?

In the evening, Jiang Wan went to meet with the project partners of Xinglanting.

The other party set the location at Wanghua Tower.

The guest should follow the host's wishes, Jiang Wan had no objection.

Xinglanting’s partner is a relatively well-known real estate developer in Yuncheng, who is quite young.

However, Jiang Wan received news that this young man should be the son of the old Mr. Feng, and this young Mr. Feng is a playboy.

As for why his father wanted his son to negotiate the Xinglanting project, which was not small in scale, Jiang Wan had some vague speculations.

She carried her bag through the quaint corridor of Wanghua Building and stopped outside the reserved box.

The half-open box was filled with smoke and noisy sounds. Jiang Wan pushed the door open and walked in, waving away the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and alcohol. It looked very hot inside. This place was suitable for entertainment, not for doing business.

There were about eight or nine people in a row. Mr. Feng was sitting in the center, with a scantily clad girl sitting on his lap and another one clinging to his right. He was surrounded by girls on both sides, looking very comfortable.

Jiang Wan was wearing formal attire, and if you didn't know her, you would think she was here to crack down on prostitution.

But her arrival did not calm the people inside. They continued to play as usual, and the sounds of throwing dice and clinking wine glasses were deafening.

Mr. Feng obviously saw Jiang Wan, but ignored her and touched the thigh of the woman next to him. "Come on, come on, what are you all standing there for? Keep playing."

Several people looked at Jiang Wan with annoyed eyes.

Mr. Feng pretended to roll the dice again.

Jiang Wan walked straight over with a blank expression on her face. Before anyone could react, she raised her hand and pressed on the dice box, stopping him from taking the next step.

All the noise seemed to stop abruptly. Those playboy friends pretended to have just noticed Jiang Wan and said with a smile , " Mr. Feng, is this the female PR who came to discuss business with you today? She looks super hot, my type!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Feng, we almost forgot that you are here to discuss business today. Don't mess up what your father asked you to do."

They said this deliberately, but it was unclear whether it was a real reminder or a deliberate attempt to embarrass Jiang Wan.

Mr. Feng patted the butt of the woman sitting on him and motioned her to go away.

The woman was very obedient and moved aside immediately.

Jiang Wan watched quietly, without a single expression on her face. Mr. Feng was smoking beside her. "Oh, yes, Mr. Jiang, right? I remember my dad told me about the Xing Lan Ting project."

"Yes." Jiang Wan replied. Her dress, words and behavior seemed out of place here.

To be honest, one can't help but tear her apparent calmness to pieces.

Mr. Feng nodded and said, "My father has given me full authority over this project. Oh, by the way, I'm sorry for letting you see this."

Although he said so, Feng Shao just smiled indifferently and didn't look embarrassed at all. Everyone can put on a show.

"It's okay." Jiang Wan took out the document and placed it on the table. "This is the project plan ... "

The words haven't finished yet.

-despair !

As soon as you put the document on the table, Mr. Feng stepped on it.

He stepped accurately on the document, facing directly in the direction of Jiang Wan.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to being casual. My father doesn't care about me. He says I can talk about business however I want."

The others were trying not to laugh, looking at Jiang Wan as if they were watching a monkey.

Jiang Wan took a deep breath and smiled. "It's okay. I rewrote this plan. I know the contents by heart. I will repeat them to Master Feng verbally now."

Mr. Feng blew out a smoke ring and said, "Okay, go ahead and talk. I'm listening."

He looked nonchalant and didn't seem to be really interested in listening to any project plan.

But the other party is Party A after all, Jiang Wan spoke.

Let’s start from the very beginning of the planning.

But as she spoke, the other rustling sounds grew louder and started again.

Mr. Feng and those young masters stopped playing dice and started playing finger-guessing games, right under her nose, as if they were hiding something from people.

It's just like those bad students in school who blatantly did tricks under the teacher's nose.

In fact, Feng Shao and his men are indeed like that, not much better.

The noises were getting louder and louder. Even if Jiang Wan raised her voice, it was still drowned out. Those noisy and laughing voices were undoubtedly a mockery and humiliation of Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan's eyes gradually turned colder. When all her voices were suppressed, she grabbed the back of Mr. Feng, who was on the table, and held it tightly without letting go. She spoke loudly, "Mr. Feng."

Feng Shao didn't react and was subconsciously startled. He then tried to break free but failed.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go of my hand."

Jiang Wan looked at him with cold eyes, like a thousand layers of frost and snow, striking directly into his heart, "Let me ask you a question."

"Do you want to talk about this business or not?"

When asking this question, Jiang Wan already had the answer in his mind.

The Mr. Feng in front of him didn't look like he was here to discuss serious business at all. Mr. Feng had just let him come here deliberately to fool people. Jiang Wan knew that this cooperation discussion would not be so smooth, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

At the same time, in the box next door.

The private room in Wangyue Tower is fairly soundproof, but the noise coming from Master Feng's side is really too loud.

The sound could almost be described as a deafening roar, and the people in the next box were really suffering.

Pei Yu frowned, "Which box did you book?"

Chen Li coughed at the side. Today was a bad start. He wiped his sweat silently and said , " I didn't expect ... "

A CEO in front of him said cheerfully , " I ran into them when I came here. It was Mr. Feng's son who was discussing business. They were a group of young people and were making a lot of noise."

Pei Yu sneered, "What kind of business can he discuss with his useless son?"

He always speaks and acts wildly and without reservation, and the other people are used to it.

"It seems to be the Xinglanting project. It's strange that Mr. Feng actually gave such a big project to his son to negotiate."

In the business world, it is no secret which project belongs to whom.

Also present were people who had worked with Mr. Feng before, so it wasn't surprising that he knew about it.

Another person asked, "Who is the partner? It's so unfortunate that Mr. Feng's son is working on this project."

"It seems to be Xu?"

Hearing this, Pei Yu paused holding the cigarette.