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Chapter 1792: He used to be the CEO, but now he is

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    In the bustling hall, Dongfang Chen saw the man sitting in the corner as soon as he entered the door.

    He was sitting in a place where the light could not shine, but even though the surroundings were dim, his own coldness was always so eye-catching.

    How familiar is this feeling?  Why do I always feel like I was used to this feeling many years ago?

    No matter what he is busy with, whether he is full or not, or whether he is still sleeping, as long as he calls, he will rush over immediately.

    This feelingwell, actually it wasn't many years ago, maybejust over three years.

    A certain scheming CEO with extremely high IQ was completely helpless with a little woman, and he didn't know whether he was lucky or not, but he was lucky enough to be the love consultant for the CEO of Beiming.  .

    Of course, if you can give him a little more respect and don't threaten him with violent actions like "smashing his windows," he won't actually be that disgusted with the job of a love consultant.

    But it¡¯s a pity that the CEO of Beiming seems to have lived for decades, but he just can¡¯t learn what respect is.

    Now, there seems to be one more man who doesn¡¯t respect others.

    He touched his nose and walked towards the corner, dusty and dusty all the way.

    As soon as Dongfang Chen walked in, countless eyes fell on him, just like when Shen Tulie came in, he was amazed, obsessed, and the eyes he sent were countless.

    Three or four years ago, Dongfang Chen would have looked at these eyes with every step he took with pride. But now, it seems that he has not lingered in such a place for so long that he forgot to respond to the girls' enthusiasm.  gaze.

    The colorful nightlife seemed a bit far away from him, so after sitting down opposite Shen Tulie, his first words were: "I'm afraid I don't have much qualifications to be your relationship consultant now. You know, I have been there for a long time."  I don¡¯t date women anymore.¡±

    In the past, I always liked to go to places like this to spend money, hugging her from left to right so wantonly. In fact, in the final analysis, it was just to cover up my nostalgia for Yu Feifan.

    Yu Feifan likes Bei Mingye, and Bei Mingye is his best friend. Why should he make it so embarrassing for his brothers to meet each other because of a woman?

    ¡°At the beginning, I really couldn¡¯t forget Yu Feifan for a while, so I had to keep looking for women to distract me.

    But what he didn¡¯t expect was that he could see countless people, but he couldn¡¯t even see clearly the hypocritical side of that woman Yu Feifan.

    Maybe he has seen it clearly, but he just didn't want to admit it.

    Now that several years have passed, that little bit of nostalgia has long since disappeared without a trace. Therefore, there is no need for him to play every night in these years, and instead he has lived a life of pure heart and few desires.

    Seeing that Shen Tu Lie was silent, he turned around and greeted the bartender: "Bring over a dozen red wines. I want the wine from the Royal Vineyard in Lihai, the 1988 vintage."

    The bartender stood there looking at him, hesitant.

    "What? Is there anything else?" Dongfang Chen raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized what he was doing. He took out his wallet from his pocket a little helplessly.

    In addition to a bunch of cards, there was really not much cash in the wallet. I took out a bill and handed it over, but the bartender still looked hesitant.

    Dongfang Chen immediately became furious. Who didn¡¯t know him when he was in Dongling?  What should I tip when going to a bar?  Everyone is too busy trying to please him!

    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that when I came to Xiling, I was criticized for not tipping enough.

    He grabbed a few bills from his wallet and handed them over. He hummed: "Isn't that enough?"

    The bartender looked at him, feeling very rare: "This this gentleman comes from the Lihai Royal Vineyard. The wine is still made in the 1988 year. A bottle a bottle costs hundreds of thousands."

    Dongfang Chen¡¯s face turned completely black as soon as he saw it. After it turned dark, he immediately turned red.

    Afraid he doesn¡¯t have enough money to pay for the drinks!  Isn't it?  When did he become so depressed that he was not qualified to drink several bottles of wine costing RMB 100,000?

    On the other hand, Shen Tulie, who had a cold face on the side, raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing loudly.

    Dongfang Chen stared at him, suddenly turned his eyes, looked at the bartender, pointed at Shen Tulie and said: "Don't you know who he is? It doesn't matter if you don't know me, you don't even know this guy? Do you?  People from Xiling?"

    The bartender looked at Shen Tu Lie hurriedly, and immediately bowed his waist, looking like he was trying to please: "Mr. Shen Tu, is this really your friend?"

    The smile on Shen Tulie's lips slowly faded, and he coughed slightly,?? nodded.

    The bartender immediately bowed and saluted to Dongfang Chen. He would definitely not dare to ask for a tip or anything, so he hurriedly got him a drink.

    "Am I really that frustrated? I can't even afford a few bottles of wine costing over RMB 100,000." Dongfang Chen looked frustrated and glared at Shen Tulie, his cheeks still red with anger: "Do I look like a pauper? How do I look like that?  Poor guy? Look, don¡¯t I look like a rich guy?¡±

    "What about the rich? What happened to the poor? Did the poor offend you?"

    Shen Tulie leaned on the back of the sofa, picked up the red wine and took a few sips before squinting at him and saying disapprovingly: "You don't even look at what you look like now. Your hair is messy and your clothes are disheveled. They didn't look at you when you came in."  It¡¯s already a big honor to kick you out when the time comes.¡±

    Dongfang Chen immediately looked down at his clothes. There was nothing wrong with them. However, it was normal for his hair to be messy. He didn¡¯t want to think about who made him hurriedly withdraw from the upcoming meeting and book a flight with just one phone call.  Get here.

    This culprit was actually torturing him miserably. Not only did he not help, he even made fun of him!

    Dongfang Chen has never been so embarrassed in his life.

    Seeing that the bartender had already brought the drinks carefully, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with Shen Tulie and asked the bartender to open a bottle of wine, then directly picked up the whole bottle and drank a few sips.

    The bartender stood aside and was dumbfounded. When he put the bottle down, he couldn't help but remind him: "Sir, you can only taste the wine by tasting it slowly. You drink like this, the wine is bad."  The scent will"

    "Get out!" Dongfang Chen held the bottle tightly with his fingers and glanced sideways at him. Although that glance was not very powerful, the cold breath inside still scared the bartender away.

    The bartender hurriedly bent over to him again, and then retreated in a panic. When he left, he didn't forget to look back here a few times, especially at the bottle of red wine in his hand.

    "It's as if I'm feeling sorry for the drinks, pitying them for encountering the nouveau riche who have no taste at all."

    The look from the bartender made Dongfang Chen want to complain again.

    But think about it, is it appropriate for someone as elegant as him to complain?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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