Song Sile made this dinner tonight, and they called friends who were good friends on weekdays. When he saw Bai Hao, his eyes bent up when he saw Bai Hao. Before he could speak, he saw Jin Yan following him.

The smile on Song Sile's face almost stopped. Instead, Jin Yan shook his hand from behind and greeted him enthusiastically: "Young Master Song!"

Song Sile's lips twitched, and at least he kept smiling and replied.

Everyone else in the box arrived, Bai Hao and the others were familiar with each other, but this was the first time Jin Yan met him. When someone asked, Bai Hao briefly introduced: "Jin Yan, my friend."

Before Jin Yan could say hello to everyone, Song Sile pulled him over and said mysteriously: "You know Li Shuyi, this person is doing things under him."

Now several people who didn't care much about Jin Yan looked at it. Jin Yan quickly waved his hand and said embarrassedly: "No, I'm just an errand."

The Kong Yi sitting opposite Song Sile was a man, and he was also the best among these people. He kept lowering his head to play with his mobile phone since Bai Hao came in. Only then did he raise his head and said lazily: "Li Shuyi, he is a character."

Someone asked next to him: "Oh, Mr. Kong Er, wasn't the case of the Qin family tried by your uncle? Is there any insider information? Let's give everyone a clue."

Kong Yi threw his cell phone on the table, lit a cigarette for himself, and still looked like he was ignoring him: "There is no insider, just say a few words, don't provoke the Bai family, let alone Li Shuyi."

Bai Hao was sitting on the side, and Kong Yi said this in front of him, because he didn't treat him as a member of the Bai family and didn't take him seriously at all.

Bai Hao's face remained unchanged, but Song Sile threw the lighter at his hand: "Shut up, you, you know what's the matter!"

This young master Kong Er had a very hot temper. He hit his head so straightforwardly that he looked at Song Sile with a calm face and said nothing.

Someone else was unwilling to give up and asked Jin Yan in a low voice: "The video of Secretary Feng behind the Qin family was posted online, and the documents reported later. I heard that they were all made by Li Shuyi. Are they true or false?"

Jin Yan looked at the man with a shocked look on his face, then scratched his head embarrassedly: "I don't know if this is the case... I usually pick up people and help deliver something or something."

The man saw that Jin Yan was not in trouble and said "bang" in a bit disappointed. Seeing that the situation was going to be cold, the old fried dough king Bing quickly changed the topic and asked Song Sile: "Your old man is fine, right?" In fact, this is just nonsense. If Song Fuhua wants something, can Song Sile still listen to their jokes here?

Song Sile casually answered: "No problem, it will be out in a short time." Song Fuhua was originally locked in the detention center. Because the doctor diagnosed him with "hypertension, coronary heart disease, old cerebral infarction, diabetes", etc., there is a possibility of myocardial infarction and sudden cardiac death at any time, he was transferred to the hospital and lived like an old man. Now the interests of all parties are playing, and it is only a matter of time to come out.

After answering, Song Sile didn't continue to say anything. Bai Hao sat next to him, and he was in no mood to pay attention to others.

When he turned his head, he saw Jin Yan pouring a glass of water for Bai Hao very attentively, and asked very flatteringly: "Young Master, I will help you with what fruit you want to eat!"

Song Sile coughed twice before resisting the disgusting expression. He pulled Bai Hao's hand and asked him, "How was yesterday? Didn't you drink too much?" The relationship between the Bai and Song families was not very good. They were still mortal enemies for a while, so naturally there was no place for Song Sile at Bai Weifang's birthday party.

Bai Hao replied in a deep voice: "It's okay."

When Jin Yan heard this, he leaned over angrily: "What's so good? Young Master, you are so drunk and unconscious! I've seen those people keep drinking you!"

"Jin Yan!" Bai Hao called his name warningly.

Jin Yan shrank, Song Sile was Bai Hao's best friend, so he felt that it was okay to say that these things were fine, and that Song Sile could share the same hatred with him. Seeing that the two of them looked bad, he hurriedly added: "But don't worry, Master Song, then I sent the master to my place. At noon, I cooked for the master!"

Song Sile was so angry that she almost vomited a mouthful of blood. He felt that Jin Yan did it on purpose, but he saw that Jin Yan's open and honest look was really different, so he gritted his teeth and didn't speak anymore.

It didn't take long to serve the dishes.

What was different from what Jin Yan thought was that no one was drinking at this dinner party. Everyone was talking about a cup and most of the time they were talking. Jin Yan couldn't talk at all, and he didn't want to get in. He just lowered his head to pick up food for Bai Hao and piled Bai Hao's bowls into a small hill.

After three rounds of drinking, Song Sile truly entered today's theme, which was also the purpose of his dinner today. He wanted to invite people to cooperate with the company.

This is just an idea. What to do and how big it is, these are not decided yet. Song Sile held his head with one hand and tapped on the glass with the other, smiling innocently: "Anyway, I don't know anything, you know, I only have money."

"Fuck..." Some people couldn't help laughing and scolding, but no one dared to refute.

Among the people here, Song Sile is not better than his background, but he is richer than anyone else. It's not surprising that Song Fuhua is both black and white. Although the black one is risky, he makes money quickly and much more. Moreover, Song Fuhua, a cunning person, has worked with overseas companies to make a lot of fake documents. After signing the purchase contract, he remits the money. In addition, various diversified investments, the black ones have been washed into white. He also built an account for Song Sile, and the amount inside is so large that it can scare people.

"Of course I will follow Mr. Song to do business. I don't want a fool if he has such a good opportunity."

"Let me say it first, this is just my own trouble, my dad doesn't care."

"If it's your old man, how could it be our turn to mix it up?"

Kong Yi also put down his chopsticks and said lightly: "Okay, count me."

Bai Hao didn't say anything, Song Sile looked at him and said with a smile: "Bai Hao, you want to do it, I will pay your money. Of course, it's not for nothing. I'll borrow you, and the interest will be calculated. If you don't do it, that's fine. Anyway, I have to dig you over to help manage the company."

Bai Hao was not as good as them. He had just returned to China for a while and couldn't afford that much money. Moreover, Song Sile's approach was understandable. Among their second-generation ancestors, Bai Hao was the only one who had a real talent. When he was studying, he was the first in the grade that he had not changed for thousands of years. Later, he was admitted to the top school abroad and received all the scholarships he could get. After returning to China, the case he had completed was very beautiful, and it was really good to wrap him on the boat.

Someone answered Song Sile's words: "That's right, Mr. Bai, you have to play with us, otherwise the company will be broken up in a few days."

Bai Hao smiled and didn't say anything. Is he qualified to play? Any of these people can use dozens or millions to practice because of their father's protection. As for him, he can't even get in the Bai family's headquarters. What is he?

Some people tried their best to instigate others, while others sneered in their hearts. Kong Yi looked at Bai Hao with a gloomy face, and then he came back to the scene. It turned out that in such a big circle, Young Master Song was using money to make people happy and wanted to hold people by his side.

On the other hand, Jin Yan was incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire dinner.
Chapter completed!