Only then did Yang Fei have time to pay attention to the woman beside him.

"Do you still recognize me?" Yang Fei asked with a smile.

"Yeah! I recognize it." Song Meiyan nodded, then shook her head again, "I said I recognize it, but I don't know you either. We have only met once. Of course, I also know that your name is Yang Fei."

"That's enough. Just call me Yang Fei. What's your name?"

"My name is Song Meiyeon."

"Korean?"

"Yes."

"Why did they arrange for you to drink? I think you are not old and shouldn't do this job."

"My job is not to do this." Song Meiyan's face turned slightly red.

Seeing that she was standing there, Yang Fei said, "Sit down and talk."

At this moment, visitors took their seats one after another.

The host is already in place.

Tom and Scarlett sat at the middle table.

Song Meiyan nodded, sat down beside Yang Fei, looked at Yang Fei with some confusion, and said, "Mr. Yang, I am a trainee. This time I came to the United States because the company was going to shoot an album MV, and we are here to dance with us."

Yang Fei said oh and immediately understood.

He also has similar entertainment companies, and he knows everything about it, and he has heard a lot about the Korean trainee system.

"Is it hard for trainees?"

"Yes."

"There is a saying in our country: Without a cold, there will be no fragrance of plum blossoms."

"This is very artistic and very nice."

Charity dinners are all a routine.

It is called "inviting guests to dinner" is actually to raise funds.

Of course, those who can be invited here are not rich but noble.

The theme of charity tonight is to raise funds for people with disabilities.

Yang Fei just lowered his head to eat, occasionally having a glass with the person who came to toast and took a sip.

In this case, people drink red wine, and they won’t drink it like in China. They have to force you to finish a drink. You just want to just have a moment of meaning.

Song Mei-yeon is here to accompany her, but she may be too young and ignorant, or something else? Anyway, she just didn't drink much with Yang Fei.

The host has always been on the stage to sensationalize, just to make everyone pay for charity.

No matter how he said it was, Yang Fei had never responded.

Song Meiyan couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yang, don't you donate a little? They seem to have donated all of them."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "What? Are you still here with a mission? How much do I need to donate?"

Song Meiyan exclaimed: "No, no."

Yang Fei is here, of course he has to express it, otherwise this trip will be in vain.

However, he could not have donated too much.

So, he needs to see how much other people donate first.

Fortunately, these philanthropists did not donate too much. Some donated 100,000 US dollars, and some donated only 1,000 US dollars. The most donated amount was between 10,000 and 100,000.

Yang Fei knew it, so he stopped hesitating and donated 50,000 US dollars.

50,000 US dollars, and 400,000 RMB! In most cities in China, it is enough to buy a house and a car to live a well-off life.

Yang Fei's donations are not much or too high, and are at the upper-middle level. They are neither shabby nor too prominent.

Song Meiyan was about to speak when she saw her agent waving to her, she said to Yang Fei, then got up and walked over.

The agent smiled happily and said, "Miyan, your opportunity is here."

"What opportunity?" Song Meiyan asked curiously.

"Do you know who the man you are with you?"

"Yang Fei."

"He is the richest man in China! His company has just been listed in the United States! He is a billionaire."

"Ah!" Song Meiyan was surprised, "But, he is so young!"

In her impression, Monopoly are all fat and older people.

How could there be such a young billionaire?

"How is it? Do you know what opportunity this is?" said the agent.

"I don't know." Song Mei-yeon still shook her head and expressed her discomfort, "No matter how rich he is, what does it have to do with me?"

"Mr. Ross, our company's shareholder, needs you to do something. If you do it, you will get the opportunity to debut immediately and be the target of the company's support!"

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"Did you agree?"

"Well! Of course I have to agree to what the company asked me to do."

"Mr. Ross did not read the wrong person. Good, Meiyan, in this way, you must find a way to let Mr. Yang take you back to your room."

"Why?"

"You listen to me. Next, do you know what to do?"

"Ah? I don't know, what else I want to do?" Song Mei-yeon asked with a blink of an eye.

"Why are you so stupid? Do you have to say everything?"

"How can I know what I want to do if you don't say it?"

"You! You just want to make Mr. Yang happy!"

"How could I make him happy?"

"How can I teach you this? Do you think it's good to use your brain? What do you have to do to make a man happy?"

Song Meiyan nodded pitifully, but did not dare to ask again.

She is not old, but she also understands some human nature and worldly ways.

"Remember, be sure to make Mr. Yang happy! Keep him in your room at night."

"Have you been staying in my room?"

"Of course! One night is going to be there!"

"This? This?"

"Don't stop this and that! Go and accompany Mr. Yang! The dinner is about to end. Let's look at your performance. Yes, you should act today as a movie! If you act well, the company will attach great importance to you and reward you greatly. Use your acting skills to the fullest! Go!"

Song Meiyan returned to her seat and was wondering what excuse she was going to take her back to her room?

All she could think of was pretending to be drunk.

Next, she drank two glasses of wine with Yang Fei, and then she felt a little overwhelmed with her forehead.

Although she knew what to do, it was the first time she was a little hard to talk about.

Fortunately, Yang Fei spoke: "You are drinking too much, right? If you can't drink, don't drink it."

"Well, this wine is delicious, I'll drink two more glasses." Song Mei-yeon's face had long been red.

Yang Fei laughed and said, "You drink so much if you drink it well! Okay, you don't have to accompany me anymore, go and rest!"

Song Mei-yeon had no idea how to continue.

How could she have such experience?

"Thank you." She stood up and really wanted to leave.

As for the mission?

Can't be done!

Maybe she was really drunk or was a traitor. Her feet hooked to the legs of the chair, then tilted her body and fell on Yang Fei.

Yang Fei quickly reached out to support her and asked, "How are you?"

"I……"

"You are drunk." Yang Fei said, "Where are your friends? Where are their colleagues? Where are they? Call them to come and send you!"

"I'm alone, they're not here." Song Mei-yeon finally got into the state and started her performance.

At this time, Scarlett came over and smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, next is a dance party. Do I have the honor to be your dance partner?"

Yang Fei took the opportunity to laugh and said, "My friend is drunk, I have to send her back. I won't attend the next dance."

Scarlett said: "What a pity! Then will you come back later?"

Yang Fei said: "I won't come."

Scarlett looked at the beautiful Song Meiyan and blinked with understanding: "I wish you a happy night!"
Chapter completed!