The Godly Cultivation System: The housekeeper's boyfriend is actually the main god

Seeing this, Nan Jingyou looked at Feng Minghui and asked, "My friend wants to go together, is that okay?" Feng Minghui nodded, "Of course." After everything was discussed, Nan Jingyou and his four companions followed Feng Minghui and his companions to the private room he had reserved. When the door of the private room was opened, there were probably more than a dozen people inside. As soon as Feng Minghui entered, the atmosphere inside suddenly became lively. Why did everyone support Feng Minghui so much? It was because he was the richest person in the class. He was a local from Hai City. His family owned a company with assets of hundreds of millions. He had been very high-profile since the beginning of college, and he liked to see others compliment him the most. Because he gets a sense of superiority from these people's flattery.

If he is rich, people may not support him, but he is really good at controlling people's hearts.

During college, he would give a lot of benefits to anyone who was slightly close to him. Gradually, some people discovered this and many people rushed to please him.

This time he came to the birthday party because Feng Minghui said in the group that his company happened to be short of a department manager. He took into account the friendship of his classmates, so he took advantage of this birthday party to choose one of the classmates who came to the party to take the position.

Many classmates who stayed in Hai City heard the news and rushed to please him because they wanted to seize this opportunity.

However, during college, there was also someone in the class who disdained this kind of flattery, and that person was Nan Jingyou.

Although Nan Jingyou's economic conditions were ordinary, he looked down on this kind of behavior and did not deal with Feng Minghui on weekdays.

But because he is handsome and popular in the class, he is the only one who can be compared with Feng Minghui in the class.

Everyone secretly said that if Nan Jingyou was as rich as Feng Minghui, he would become a celebrity in the class and even the entire major, and Feng Minghui would have no chance to do anything.

Coincidentally, all these gossips were heard by Feng Minghui.

However, when they were in college, they didn't have many opportunities to contact each other except for classes every day, so Feng Minghui didn't do anything to Nan Jingyou.

Today is also a coincidence, but it also happens to allow Feng Minghui to get a wave of limelight while suppressing Nan Jingyou.

This is to vent his resentment about the gossip he suffered because of Nan Jingyou during college.

He didn't believe that Nan Jingyou could make a career in such a short time after graduation. Maybe he was just doing some odd jobs in a small company.

Today is a great opportunity. He wants to let these people know that being handsome is useless. Money is the kingly way in this world.

Everyone complimented Feng Minghui who came in first. When Nan Jingyou and others came in, the scene was quiet for a moment.

Then there were a few sounds of people sucking in their breath.

Because Nan Jingyou and the other four were all handsome guys. Even Manager Zhao, although his appearance was only average, was at least a manager-level figure, and his temperament overwhelmed the people present.

"Hiss, Nan Jingyou, you're here."

"Nan Jingyou, didn't you reply in the group? I thought you wouldn't come."

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Some people also flattered Feng Minghui.

"Mr. Feng, are the other three your friends? It turns out that Mr. Feng's social circle is incomparable to us ordinary people. Even his friends are outstanding people like you."

Unexpectedly, this person's flattery hit the horse's leg. As soon as the voice fell, Feng Minghui's face was about to turn black.

He glanced at the man and said in a low voice: "These people are Nan Jingyou's friends. I just met him in the hotel, so I invited them to my birthday party."

The person who just spoke coughed awkwardly and forced a smile: "Ah, so that's the case. Sorry, Mr. Feng, I made a mistake."

The others in the box stood still. For a moment, the room was very quiet. Although no one spoke, everyone looked at Nan Jingyou and his friends.

In the end, the few people who came with Feng Minghui made peace and invited everyone to sit down.

There were three tables in the box that Feng Minghui booked, but after counting the number of people, two tables could just be filled.

Feng Minghui took the initiative to invite Nan Jingyou and his four friends to sit at the same table with him. The people who were already sitting had to get up reluctantly to give up their seats. When they left, they looked at Nan Jingyou with resentment.

These people all came with a purpose. Not being able to sit at the same table with Feng Minghui meant losing many opportunities to show off.

So they

Nan Jingyou regarded them as competitors who were trying to steal their future.

Nan Jingyou didn't know the twists and turns of these people, and sat down directly. It can be said that he also came with a purpose, but unlike others, he came to complete the system task.

Next, the fun began.

First, it was ordering. Feng Minghui was not short of money at all, so he directly handed the menu to these people and asked them to order whatever they wanted.

Seeing that any vegetarian dish on the menu would cost hundreds of yuan, and a meat dish would cost hundreds or thousands of yuan, the expressions of these people were very interesting.

There was surprise, excitement, envy, and a flash of jealousy.

The menu soon came to Nan Jingyou's hands. He flipped through it a few times, symbolically ordered a dish, and handed the menu to the next person.

In the end, basically everyone ordered one or two dishes.

It was just because of Feng Minghui's identity that, except for Nan Jingyou and the other four, no one dared to choose the particularly expensive dishes.

The menu finally returned to Feng Minghui's hands, and he turned directly to the page about drinks.

"What kind of wine do you want to drink?" he asked, looking up.

"All depends on Master Feng."

"Yes, yes."

Feng Minghui set his sights on Nan Jingyou again.

Nan Jingyou said calmly, "The guest should follow the host's wishes. Just order whatever you like."

Feng Minghui didn't ask any more questions and ordered red and white wine for each table.

After ordering the dishes, it was time for small talk.

The four people who followed Feng Minghui in were his most loyal lackeys in college, and now he has arranged them to work in his own company.

When he strongly invited Nan Jingyou to attend the birthday party, these people knew his purpose.

Now Feng Minghui only needs to give a look to signal, and they will take the initiative to make things difficult for Nan Jingyou.

One of them asked, "Jingyou, you look like this now, I'm afraid you are doing well, what company are you a leader in now, tell us so that we can admire you."

The person next to him also responded, "Yes, Jingyou, you were among the top students in your class in college, and you must have joined a big company after graduation."

"How much is your annual salary now?"

The eyes of the people at both tables were focused on Nan Jingyou, some of them looked expectant, and some looked like they were watching a good show.

I thought Nan Jingyou would be ashamed, but his next sentence made people dumbfounded.