The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

"Lin Ming! Lin Ming!"

At the entrance of Tianyang Hotel.

Dong Mingye chased him out.

"Anything else?" Lin Ming looked back.

"That..."

Dong Mingye panted: "I invited everyone here today just to get together. I didn't expect it to get to this extent. Don't mind it."

Lin Ming smiled faintly.

The planning department of Tianyang Hotel has already clarified that it was Dong Mingye who specifically asked them to delete their names.

Dong Mingye is still forcing his defense here.

Being thick-skinned and being shameless are not the same thing.

"I will leave the group later. Don't invite me to such gatherings in the future."

Lin Ming said as he walked to Chen Jia's Ora Good Cat.

"Also, thank you for Mr. Dong's hospitality. Although I didn't eat enough and wasn't very happy, I still made you spend money."

From beginning to end, Lin Ming didn't say even a word with anger.

He was always very calm.

He didn't flip the table or curse.

The obvious gap in level made Dong Mingye feel that he was really insignificant in front of Lin Ming.

He owns a small company and has a net worth of several million after years of hard work.

Compared with ordinary office workers, Dong Mingye's heart is naturally full of superiority, not to mention the "social scum" in his impression.

What a pity.

Now this social scum has transformed into a giant that he can't reach.

Thinking about the opposition between the ant and the giant, Dong Mingye suddenly felt ashamed.

But he still couldn't believe it.

Lin Ming could develop to this level in just a few months, which was simply a fantasy.

He racked his brains and couldn't figure out how Lin Ming did it.

Secondly.

He was the chairman of Phoenix Pharmaceuticals and donated 3 billion, so why...

He only drove a car worth tens of thousands?

Thinking of Hong Ning's attitude towards Lin Ming before, Dong Mingye really didn't dare to question it anymore.

Seeing Lin Ming about to open the door and get in the car.

Dong Mingye hurriedly said: "Lin Ming, let's add WeChat. When Phoenix Pharmaceuticals launches drugs in the future, I can help you make advertisements!"

Lin Ming paused: "We have attended the party, but we don't even have contact information. It's really ridiculous to think about it."

"But forget about making advertisements. Thank you for your kindness."

Hearing this.

Dong Mingye said anxiously: "Lin Ming, I don't want money. I can help you advertise for free!"

"No need." Lin Ming refused again.

Dong Mingye rushed over and pulled the driver's door.

"What do you want to do?" Lin Ming's patience was gradually worn out.

"Lin Ming, for the sake of our classmates, please give me this opportunity to apologize!" Dong Mingye pleaded.

"Is it because I have always treated you well that you mistakenly thought that I really have no temper?"

Lin Ming stared at Dong Mingye: "Today's party is aimed at stepping on me, Lin Ming, to establish your sense of superiority."

"I can not be angry with you, but you'd better have some self-knowledge."

"As for your advertising company, let alone free, even if it charges, the grade is still a bit low."

"I, Lin Ming, don't care about money, but the friendship of classmates who haven't seen each other for many years."

"Unfortunately, you don't think so."

After speaking.

Seeing Dong Mingye still pulling the car door, Lin Ming's expression suddenly became cold.

"Let go!"

Dong Mingye was determined: "Lin Ming, Tianyang Hotel has always been my big customer. You have such a good relationship with Mr. Hong, you will definitely not hate me, right?"

"So this is what you are worried about."

Lin Ming shrugged: "You are not worthy of me hating you, but I have no right to interfere with what Hong Ning thinks."

Speaking of this.

Lin Ming smiled and helped the panicked Dong Mingye to straighten his collar.

"You really have the style of a big boss, much better than I was at the beginning."

"Come on, Mr. Dong, being rich and unkind is a disaster. Before laughing at others in the future, leave yourself a way out."

"Bang!"

The car door slammed shut.

Dong Mingye's face was pale, and he stared at the good cat leaving in a daze.

"Boss Dong, do you regret it now?"

Zhang Hao and the other two came from behind: "Tsk tsk, you were so arrogant before, as superior as you can be, why are you so idiotic now?"

Seeing Dong Mingye

Dong Mingye's eyes were dull, and Zhang Hao and the others were too lazy to say anything more. They got in the car and left.

"Mr. Dong, are they gone?"

At this time, Han Feng, Cheng Hui and others walked out of the hotel.

Dong Mingye's face suddenly darkened.

"It's all your good ideas!"

Dong Mingye gritted his teeth and said, "More than 70% of my company's annual income comes from Tianyang Hotel! If President Hong cancels the cooperation with me this time, you can't have a good time!"

"Mr. Dong, we..."

Han Feng and the others' faces changed drastically, and they were about to say something.

But at this moment, Dong Mingye's mobile phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Fan Wenkai, the vice president of Tianyang Hotel, calling.

Dong Mingye's eyelids jumped, and he had a bad premonition.

But he still took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Mr. Dong, are you crazy?!"

Fan Wenkai's roar came from the mobile phone at the first time.

"You've offended Mr. Hong's eldest brother all of a sudden. Are you tired of living?!"

"I almost lost my job because of your little thing. Damn it!"

Dong Mingye's lips trembled and his face turned pale.

"Mr. Fan, I don't know him either..."

"Okay, don't explain so much to me. Mr. Hong is furious and no one can stop him!"

Fan Wenkai snorted coldly: "Come to the hotel tomorrow to sign the termination contract. From now on, Tianyang Hotel will no longer cooperate with your advertising company!"

Without waiting for Dong Mingye to explain, Fan Wenkai hung up the phone.

Dong Mingye held the phone blankly, and an indescribable emotion rose from his heart.

Anger, annoyance, regret, self-blame...

In the end, all these emotions turned into a roar.

"Fuck!!!"

...

Ora Good Cat is on.

Chen Jia complained: "You are too nice to them. I thought you would scold them a little bit!"

"Open up the mind."

Lin Ming smiled: "The level is different. I don't even have the interest to scold them."

"That's right."

Chen Jia nodded: "A bunch of clowns are jumping in front of you. You will only think they are funny, but you won't be angry because of them."

"That's right!"

Lin Ming's eyes turned: "Wife, I haven't eaten tonight. Why don't I go to your place and you cook something for me?"

"Let's find a place to eat. There is no food at home." Chen Jia said.

Seems to feel that Lin Ming has been staring at him.

Chen Jia immediately said angrily: "Stinky guy, what are you thinking about again? My relatives haven't left yet!"

"Is that so..."

Lin Ming showed disappointment.

Just when he was about to say something else, Chen Jia's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello." Chen Jia answered.

"Miss Chen?"

A female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm Chen Jia, who are you?"

"Hello, Ms. Chen, I'm Hu Chunyun, the manager of our Chanel flagship store in Landao City."

The other party said, "It's like this, the Chanel Group will hold the annual dinner for the China region at the end of the month, and because you are a VIP customer of our store, we would like to invite you to attend."