How Did I Become a God

There are several well-known villa districts in the capital. Such as Canal 1. There are also Yuanyang Linhu where Zhao Canglong and Hanwen Mansion live. Fatty Ma's Lido Palace Villa. Located in the "Xishan Imperial Palace" near the Summer Palace.

Fan Yang has done some dandy things over the years, and he has no spare money in his hands. But Huang Mingyuan is different. Fan Yang made a lot of money with his cards. Otherwise, he would not go to Rongcheng to join the local textile association to invest.

He bought a three-storey villa in the "Xishan Imperial Garden". The average price is 100,000 per square meter, and the value of his villa is now about 150 million.

The evening meal is in this small villa with house number 1003, and the arrangement is in the form of a buffet.

Jing Gao arrived by car on time. Huang Mingyuan waited at the door early, and smiled enthusiastically: "Mr. Jing, hello, hello!"

It seems that in the Xianghe Golf Club two weeks ago, he was not the one who cursed "grass" at Jing Gao's back.

Jing Gao and Huang Mingyuan shook hands and smiled and said, "Huang Shao, hello." Although he did not reach the stage of acting like a god, he could still cope with such scenes. The downfall of Zhao Canglong still requires the efforts of the people behind Fan Yang. Therefore, he took the olive branch from Fan Yang and came over to the banquet. Although each has its own interests and ideas, it is not "cooperation", but there is no need to make the scene froze.

Huang Mingyuan laughed and made a gesture, "Mr. Jing, please!" As he led the way, he said: "Li Wei has said hello to Brother Fan. You can just ask the lawyer to apply for bail."

Jing Gao was slightly startled, and then smiled: "Huang Shao, thanks." It doesn't really matter. Zhao Canglong and Fatty Ma are both grasshoppers after autumn, and they won't be able to jump for a few days. Li Wei will be fine. Being able to come out early is just a favor. Of course, favors are also favors, and he has to thank him.

In the lobby on the first floor, the piano sounded melodiously. The guests were young men and women, each talking. The number is about a dozen people and it is very spacious.

At first glance, it feels like you have entered a flower bush. There are a lot of girls here, and the quality is quite high.

"Shao Huang, this is..." A young man surrounded by a group of men and women walked over to say hello. He was about twenty-four or five years old, dark and sturdy. As he greeted him, the men and women who followed him came. A pair of eyes looked at Jing Gao.

Huang Mingyuan introduced with a smile: "This is Mr. Jing, Fan's friend. This is Zhang Hu, who plays sports cars. He spends more time buying cars than grocery shopping."

This is a bit interesting. Normal people will go to the supermarket to buy groceries. They spend more time buying a car than buying groceries, and they have a strong net worth.

Jing Gao smiled and stretched out his hand, and said, "Shao Zhang, we meet again." Zhang Hu's appearance is too distinctive and very nice. More than a month ago, he chatted with Zhang Hu in the underground parking lot of China World Trade Center.

"Mr. Jing, hello!" Zhang Hu didn't recognize Jing Gao. At first Jing Gao was still a fat man, now looking at Jing Gao, not to mention the eight pack abdominal muscles, at least the figure is very well-proportioned. "Brother Jing, call me Huzi."

What is Zhang Hu's vision? Huang Mingyuan personally greeted him at the door, don't take Huang Mingyuan seriously, he is also very prestigious in the circle! Moreover, he clearly said it was a friend of Fan Dashao. What kind of status does this have. He called "Brother" and didn't suffer.

Jing Gao smiled and nodded, and said, "You should fit in with your peers. You just call my name Jing Gao." He is not interested in being "brother" casually. Who knows what water is in it?

With a few words of greeting, Huang Mingyuan said spontaneously: "Everyone has fun, we will talk later." Jing Gao followed Huang Mingyuan upstairs to meet Fan Yang.

A **** beauty with long legs, wearing a long shirt and shorts, looked at Jing Gao thoughtfully. She had seen him before.

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In the living room on the second floor, about seven or eight men and women chatted freely in twos and threes. Some were sitting on the sofa with their legs cocked, some holding wine glasses and chatting with girls. Vaguely headed by Fan Yang in the center.

Jing Gao glanced at the past, and the most impressive was not the middle-aged man Fan Yang in the middle. It was a white-haired young man next to him. He is tall, with very handsome features, and looks a little bit feminine.

There are two girls next to him, sitting and chatting with him. One is tall and cold and gorgeous, and the other is fresh and delicate.

Jing Gao was taken aback. Met an acquaintance again. The fresh and beautiful girl is naturally Xiao Xueyan.

Xiao Xueyan was also taken aback when she saw Jing Gao. But I can't talk to him at this moment. Jing Gao was directly led by Huang Mingyuan to Fan Yang.

Fan Yang was chatting with a thin-faced young man about what he saw in Africa. When Jing Gao came over, he passed a cigarette to Jing Gao and smiled, "Ms. Jing, welcome." The posture was still a bit big.

Jing Gao waved his hand, "I don't smoke. Fan Shao, you are polite. Thank you for your invitation."

The long-faced youth watched the two verbal exchanges, beckoned to the waiter, and took a sip of champagne.

Fan Yang's face was a little dark. He found that he really didn't like this Jing Gao. If it weren't for Jing Gao's "getting off" Zhao Canglong, he would have no interest in dealing with this person. Madder, very few people don't give him face so much anymore.

Jing Gao took a glass of red wine from the waiter's wine plate and said, "Fan Shao, I toast you a glass. Thank you for organizing this game for me."

This is not Jinggao bullshit, but Huang Mingyuan said when he called in the morning. This game tonight is dedicated to the Jinggao team. Mainly drinking and introducing some friends to know each other. Don't say anything else, expand your network.

Fan Yang's expression was a little better now, and he toasted: "Please!"

Jing Gao dries a glass of red wine.

The long-faced young man smiled in his heart while holding the glass. Shao Fan was led by Mr. Jing's nose. This well is always a very powerful character! One is hard and the other is soft, kneading Fan Dasha like dough.

Huang Mingyuan smiled and said, "Mr. Jing, this red wine was airlifted back by Fan Ge to France ten years ago. Now there are more than 20 bottles left. It is specially used to entertain you."

Jing Gao nodded, "Thank you." Just listen to this kind of scene, but I have to say that Huang Mingyuan is much better than Fan Yang.

Fan Yang was in a better mood, and introduced: "This is He Zihang~www.ltnovel.com~ Isn't there something about the Fourth Young Master in Beijing? He will have to be replaced by him in two years."

He Zihang smiled and said, "That can't. Wanda Group and Wang Dashao are in the limelight." Very humble.

Huang Mingyuan said: "He Shao, don't be modest. Soho's main business is leasing, and it has been selling. And because of the donation, it has a bad reputation. I think Mr. Pan is not as good as you."

Fan Yang pointedly pointedly, "Mr. Jing, He Shao's family is in business, and he just returned from Africa at the beginning of the year. We were just talking about the Diaoyu Islands. What do you think of the conflict between China and Japan?"

Jing Gao pursed his lips, and said, "I'll listen to He Shao Gao first."

He Zihang laughed, "Mr. Jing is too polite. Our national strength has come up, and Japanese benzene must not be able to compete with us. Don't look at the Internet users always scolding, saying that we have not entered 12 nautical miles. But the situation will only become more and more favorable for us."

Jing Gao said: "I carry a point of view. Professor Jin of the National People's Congress said. Why do Japanese Benzene still fight with us when they know they cannot compete. The reason is that they are afraid of losing Ryukyu. The Diaoyu Islands are the gate of Ryukyu. Japanese Benzene is the gate of Ryukyu. If Ryukyu is lost, there will basically be four main islands left, which will be tightly controlled."