The venue is decorated with flowers and magnificent.

The venue is large and full of large round tables, with tablecloths decorated with gold edges and tassels.

Yang Fei glanced at it and found that the chairs with the brocade cushions were already full of people. It seemed that almost all the invited celebrities had arrived.

Yes, such an important charity party, whether it is a real charity or a real blood sucking, you should come here to show off at this moment, and the attention of Bobo media is paying attention.

Charity is the same as the welfare benefits of employees. Even if you are considered extremely smart in normal times, you should still be passionate when facing the media and the public.

"Mr. Yang, please be here, your position is in the front." Du Meiqi was next to Yang Fei.

She swayed and touched Yang Fei from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally.

When he walked to the front, Yang Fei found that on the backrest of the front row of tables, every other position, the name of the VIP was written in eye-catching red and yellow characters.

The only ones who receive this treatment are in the front row, and the tables and chairs at the back are seated casually by others.

In other words, those who can sit at the tables in front are not rich but noble.

Yang Fei's position is on the left in the center of the first row.

He glanced at the name of the person on the seat of his deskmate, and then sat in his seat without showing any silence.

Each VIP only arranges a partner seat next to it, which is why the name is posted at the next location.

When the mouse saw that he had no seat, he tactfully sat on the chair behind him.

In such an occasion, you probably won't be able to use a bodyguard.

"Mr. Yang, is it a drink of red wine or coffee?" Du Meiqi asked with a smile.

Yang Fei said: "A cup of green tea, thank you."

Du Meiqi was slightly surprised, and then smiled with a perfect transition: "Okay, Mr. Yang, your taste is really high."

Yang Fei was too lazy to explain.

What to drink is entirely a personal habit and freedom, and what is the difference between high and low?

Moreover, Yang Fei could clearly hear that the other party clearly felt that drinking red wine or coffee was excellent. The sentence just now was nothing more than a disobedient statement to cater to Yang Fei, but he was too lazy to expose her hypocrisy.

"Yang Fei, the position in the middle is still empty. I wonder what big man is invited? Is he even better than you?"

"He won't come."

"How do you know?"

"Because I just came out of his house, he told me in person that he only sent his secretary to come and responded to the scene."

"Ah? Are you talking about the leader?

"It's him."

"Then why do you have to put him in the middle?"

"Even if he doesn't come, his name must be placed in the middle. This is the rule."

Chen Mo smiled: "It's just like the boss of the Beauty Group holding a meeting. Even if you are not here, you must keep your main position for you."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "You are so naughty."

Chen Mo Yanran smiled and said, "Your tea is here."

Du Meiqi walked over with tea. Her walking posture should have been specially trained, like a willow branch swaying in a swaying posture.

She walked to Yang Fei's side, bent down, and handed the teacup to the table in front of Yang Fei. The slit-down evening dress made her delicate and convex figure look dazzling.

Yang Fei leaned on the back of the chair and said, "Thank you."

Du Meiqi pointed to a beautifully printed roster on the desktop and said, "Mr. Yang, all the auction items sold tonight are on this. These items are provided by famous domestic collectors and artists. Please check it out."

Yang Fei nodded and was not in a hurry to see.

But Maggie Du was even more anxious than Yang Fei, so she took the initiative to help him open the roster and flipped it to Yang Fei page by page.

Her fingers were white and delicate, as slender as tender onions, and her nails were long and painted with bright red colors. Her posture was very graceful. Every small movement seemed to have undergone special etiquette training.

It is said that women look at their hands, but at first glance, their hands are not touched by the sun.

Yang Fei took her hands and looked at the auction items roughly.

There are twelve chairs in the front row, which means there are six hosts and guests and six companions in each table. Only Yang Fei has only eight chairs arranged for this table, with only four hosts and guests and four companions in this table, so the seats are looser and more prominently the uniqueness of the guests in this table.

What made Yang Fei ashamed was that he only recognized the leader in the position of the other three guests at the table, and he had never heard of the other two people!

And it is definitely not easy for those who can be on par with Yang Fei. Could it be that the wealthy people invited from other provinces?

Du Meiqi was still introducing the exhibits to Yang Fei without getting tired of it, and a clear and sweet voice sounded: "Mr. Yang, it's really you. When I saw your back behind, I thought I had recognized the wrong person!"

"Miss Yang, you are here too." Yang Fei smiled when he saw Yang Yuying, "Where are you sitting?"

"I'll sit there." Yang Yuying was wearing a dress and holding her hair bun, and she stretched out her hand to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stretched out his right hand: "We don't have to shake hands, right?"

Yang Yuying really didn't shake hands when she shook hands, but spread her arms, hugged him, and put her face on her face, and smiled gently, "Of course, I won't shake hands."

Yang Fei smiled.

At this time, Gudele led a man and a woman over again. Looking at the smile on his face, he must have been a distinguished guest.

Sure enough, Gudele led the person to Yang Fei's table.

The man was about fifty years old and had his head faded. He combed the hair next to him in the middle to cover the Mediterranean. The woman around him was in her early twenties and looked as pretty as her figure. She wore heavy makeup, bright red lips, snow-white face, purple eyeshadow, and long false eyelashes on her eyes.

On the chair opposite Yang Fei, the three words "Zhang Lifu" were written on it, and the man sat down on the chair.

Du Meiqi walked over and said with a smile: "This is Mr. Zhang's secretary, right? Please sit here."

The woman with heavy makeup spitted: "Who is the secretary? Which eye does you look like a secretary? I am Mrs. Zhang! Madam! Do you understand? President Gu, who are you invited? So no wise? Can't you figure it out clearly in advance?"

Du Meiqi was scolded. Although she felt wronged, she did not dare to have an attack. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."

"Who is the wife? Am I very old? The wife is the name of the old woman! Just call me a wife!"

"Yes, Mrs. Zhang, please sit down."

"Be careful next time!" Mrs. Zhang lifted the corner of her skirt and sat down proudly.

Chen Mo wanted to laugh when he heard this, but knowing that this occasion was definitely not enough to laugh at this time, so he had to endure it.

Gu Dele quickly apologized, scolded Du Meiqi again, and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, we are not doing our job properly, sorry."

Zhang Lifu had a pair of eyes, but never left Du Meiqi, and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, who is this beauty?"

Gudele said: "He is Miss Du Meiqi, the secretary of our association."

"Miss Du," Zhang Lifu smiled, "Good name, good luck."

As he said that, he reached out and wanted to shake hands with Maggie Du.

Mrs. Zhang gently hit the back of his hand and said unhappily: "Darling, she humiliated me as your secretary! Please scold her for help!"

Zhang Lifu had no choice but to withdraw his hand and said, "Okay, stop making trouble, let's make people laugh."

Mrs. Zhang turned around unhappily and snorted in anger.
Chapter completed!