The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Tang Wen."

Wesley, who had never been treated so politely, grabbed the briefcase with both hands and nervously followed Vincent Tang Wen to a table by the window.

"Wait", looking at the empty dining table, Wesley asked unexpectedly, "Sorry, Mr. Tang Wen, I came here at the request of a client,

But now it seems that my client should not have arrived yet, so, so", Wesley didn't know what to do for a while after saying a few so.

Although it was normal to sit and wait, he, who had never dealt with customers before, felt that it was better to wait at the gate of the restaurant or in the waiting area for the sake of politeness.

Chapter 547. Five hundred Chapter 17

Seeing that Wesley was just an ordinary person, Vincent Tang Wen kindly advised, "Don't get excited, Mr. Gibbs, a gentleman has already ordered dishes for you and paid for them in advance.

So, if I were you, I would follow that guest's request and eat quietly while waiting, maybe that big man wants to observe you secretly."

The inexperienced Wesley hesitated for a few seconds after listening, but he himself is not stupid, and nothing will happen to the public, so he sat down obediently and tried to act naturally.

But when Vincent Tang Wen poured him the wine himself, and mentioned that the bottle of wine was a Lafite worth 6000 US dollars, Wesley immediately couldn't pretend anymore, and stammered to Vincent Tang Wen tensely. Thank you,

Then the palms and forehead began to sweat, and he took a sip clumsily.

The whole process of aperitif, appetizer, stew, appetizer and side dishes, dessert, and after-dinner wine took only half an hour for Wesley to finish the meal. Vincent who served him personally - Tang Wen shook his head in his heart.

Silently thinking that William, who was sitting at the hidden dining table not far away and watching while eating, would not hate Wesley, a guy with no manners.

Thinking of this, Vincent Tang Wen didn't turn his head and peek at William's direction.

And this glance was immediately noticed by the restaurant manager standing more than one meter behind William, and then the manager gave Vincent-Tang Wen a hard look.

The manager will come to serve William in person, just because William introduced a Tianchao restaurant to the paparazzi with an unprecedented smile a few days ago.

And that restaurant also followed William's appearance in most of the newspapers and TV news the next day, and suddenly became famous from a young age and became a hot topic.

According to some colleagues, Michelin observers secretly visited the restaurant on the third day of the report.

No one knows whether it can be upgraded to one Michelin star, but it is true that the business of that restaurant has been very good recently, so Mr. Manager absolutely dare not neglect William in the slightest.

Fortunately, this restaurant itself has three Michelin stars, so the restaurant manager did not play tricks to release the news that William was dining here.

The only thing in my mind is to serve William, the super darling of the media, and not give any chance to speak ill of their restaurant.

Half an hour later, William put down his wine glass with satisfaction, and smiled at the manager, "Thank you, the taste is very good, please send my greetings to Mr. Chef."

This compliment made Mr. Manager very happy, and he bowed with a smile on his face, "Okay, Mr. Devinhill, I will take your words to Chef Hansen. Your recognition is definitely an honor for our restaurant." .

"Well", after paying the bill by swiping the card, William walked out of the restaurant and drove away.

Ten minutes later, Wesley got into the car led by Vincent Tang Wen and went all the way to the yacht club in New York.

Just as he got out of the car, another middle-aged man walked up to him with a few people in security uniforms, "Mr. Wesley Gibbs?"

Looking at the oversized signboard of the Yacht Club, Wesley nodded blankly.

The middle-aged man did not look angry at Wesley, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gibbs, I am the manager of the New York Yacht Club, Martin Donner, please follow me."

"Don, Mr. Donner, can, can you ask who the person I am going to see is?"

"Sorry, Mr. Gibbs, you will understand this question when you meet that big man." Martin Donner smiled and stretched out his hand to signal Wesley to follow, all the way to a speedboat.

Want to go to sea?This made Wesley hesitate, but he shook his head without hesitation for a few seconds. He was just an ordinary person with no savings, no car, no house, and no career.

No one would spend such a large price and effort to kidnap him, but when the speedboat started, Wesley still couldn't help thinking wildly.

Ten minutes later, the speedboat approached a large yacht. Wesley followed Martin Donner onto the yacht in confusion. As soon as he reached the front deck of the yacht, he saw a young man putting bait on the fishing rod in his hand.

And Martin Donner immediately said respectfully after seeing the young man, "Mr. Devonhill, Mr. Gibbs is here."

Devonhill?Wesley looked at Martin Donner in shock, and when the young man not far away looked up at him, Wesley was not only shocked, but also so excited that he didn't know what to say.

"De, Devonhill, first, sir, I, I am honored to meet you."

William walked up to him with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Wesley."

Wesley hurriedly wiped his palms on his clothes before shaking hands with William excitedly, "I, I am your fan, Mr. Devonhill".

Feeling Wesley's hands trembling, William smiled and nodded to Martin Donner, who immediately said, "I'll wait on the speedboat, Mr. Devonhill, just call me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Martin, I'll call you when I need it."

Turning his gaze back to Wesley and letting go, William pointed to a box on the deck and said, "Don't be nervous, Wesley, go fishing with me first, and we'll talk when you calm down."

"Okay, okay, sir," Wesley nodded unconsciously, and then fumbled with the fishing rod.

It took more than ten minutes to finally get the fishing rod in place. Wesley hurriedly walked to William's side. Seeing that William only smiled at himself, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, sir, I, I haven't fished before. I don't know if it will work."

"It doesn't matter," William laughed loudly, "Just wave the bait out, and the rest is to wait, just like our meeting this time."

Wesley, who was about to swing the bait out, was stunned immediately when he heard this, and asked suspiciously, "I, I don't understand,"

Then after thinking about it, Wesley began to get scared. He is a slacker who escapes from reality and waits to die, but the difficulty of life at the bottom also makes him very vigilant. He stammered, "Are you saying that I am the bait?"

"In a sense, you are", William turned to look at Wesley, and then said with a smile, "and if you don't want to die, you still have to be the bait."

"Why, I'm just a poor boy, no parents, no money, no career, nothing, why did you come to me and use me as bait."

"Relax, relax," William patted Wesley on the shoulder, "Don't get excited, buddy, it's not that I want you to be a bait, but someone who wants your father dead but can't do him has to use you."

"My father? How is it possible? Did you make a mistake?" Wesley hurriedly explained, "Mr. Devonhill, my parents passed away one after another a few years ago."