Almost in the same order as Zhang Tiange, Jiang Feng also flew to the Beijing Airport.

"Uncle Song, thank you for your hard work. Looking at Song Qihang, who came to pick up the plane, Jiang Feng couldn't help but smile.

"It's not hard to work for the boss, just go back and pay more salary. Song Qihang joked with a smile.

Tang Mingcheng, who was in charge of driving, looked up from time to time through the rearview mirror, looking at Jiang Feng curiously, knowing that it wouldn't be long before this young man would be their boss.

What's more, as the chief assistant of Song Qihang's team, Tang Mingcheng began to follow Song Qihang all the way when he was still abroad, and after following the boss for so many years, they worked together to hunt and hire a large number of workplace elites, but he rarely saw the boss appreciate a person so much.

Because of this, Tang Mingcheng couldn't help but become more and more curious about Jiang Feng.

"Xiao Tang, concentrate on driving, you will have the opportunity to deal with the boss in the future. Song Qihang reminded, and then smiled and introduced his right-hand man to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly, and after nodding his head, he chatted with Song Qihang about the formation of the company.

Pressed for time.

Three days later, the live broadcast of the audition at City B Station will begin, and in these three days, Jiang Feng hopes to race against time, try to handle everything well, and then devote himself to "The Voice of China", not wanting to be distracted by other things at that time.

Song Qihang also knew that Jiang Feng was very busy now, and he also had a bunch of things to deal with on his hands, so the two hit it off, first chatting in the car for most of the day, and then at the dinner table, they also kept talking about the formation of the company.

In the end, the two of them were still unsatisfied, so they found a clean coffee shop and continued to talk for more than an hour before they decided on the company's various matters one by one.

"Boss, then let's do this today, I have already arranged the accommodation for you, wait for Xiao Tang to send you over, let's see you tomorrow." Song Qihang said with a smile.

Although the company's various matters have been generally negotiated, Jiang Feng is the legal representative of the company no matter what he says, and some procedures cannot be handled on his behalf, so Jiang Feng must come forward in person.

"Okay, Uncle Song, but tomorrow may be later, I have to go to a dinner first. Speaking of this, Jiang Feng's eyes flickered slightly.

After getting off the plane, he received a WeChat message from the demon knife, gave an address, and the dinner was scheduled for tomorrow.

"No problem, when you're done, call me, I'll let Xiao Tang pick you up. Song Qihang didn't think much about it, and responded happily.

On the third day, after getting up, Jiang Feng washed up, took a taxi, and rushed to the place mentioned by the demon knife.

Chang'an Club.

Glancing at the graceful and luxurious club gate, and then looking at Jiang Feng beside him, the taxi driver couldn't help but look envious.

Although Jiang Feng was dressed very casually and did not wear any brand-name clothes, the taxi driver did not dare to underestimate it at all, you must know that the Chang'an Club is not something that anyone can enter and exit casually, and those who can enter it are either rich or expensive.

In addition, the Chang'an Club is a membership system, with an individual membership card of at least 20,000 and US dollars.

Jiang Feng didn't think about it that much, and after he arrived at the ground, he called the demon knife.

Soon, I saw the demon knife walking out with a smile.

Today's demon knife wore a dress skirt with earrings, which was more formal and beautiful than the usual outfit.

"Demon demon, am I too casual in this body?" Jiang Feng asked.

For today's dinner, he actually deliberately dressed up, but it was just a meal, Jiang Feng didn't think of wearing any formal clothes, just a casual suit.

But now seeing that the demon knife was dressed so formally, and this Chang'an Club looked very high-end, Jiang Feng couldn't help but regret it a little.

"It's okay Brother Feng, as long as you come, it doesn't matter what you wear, in fact, I don't like this kind of occasion either, I was going to find a restaurant with a good grade, but my guards with knives didn't agree, they had to come here to show their identity, and they had no choice but to arrange it here." The demon knife spat out his tongue and explained embarrassedly.

While talking, the demon knife took out the personal membership card that Jiang Feng had done in advance and walked into the Chang'an Club.

From the moment you enter the door, you will be greeted with a sense of grace and luxury, with valuable rosewood screens and ornaments everywhere, as well as a variety of small details that are not noticed.

The demon knife stole a glance at Jiang Feng, thinking that Jiang Feng should be a little uncomfortable when he first came to such a place, and he was still thinking about how to maintain Jiang Feng's face, so that Jiang Feng could relax as much as possible, not to be restrained and nervous.

But who would have thought that Jiang Feng was like no one else, although he was very interested in the decorative ornaments in the club, and stopped to take a look from time to time, Jiang Feng's eyes were very calm, and his expression was extremely calm, without the slightest restraint.

The demon knife was a little surprised, you must know that when she first came to this place, she was very uncomfortable, and even had a little inferiority, until she came several times, and then slowly got used to it.

But after thinking of something, the demon knife smiled sweetly, isn't this the man who stands up to the sky in her mind?

Take the elevator to the Chinese restaurant on the eighth floor.

Qingzun Red Candle, one of the best Chinese restaurants in the whole of Beijing.

Stepping out of the elevator and entering the lobby, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge oil painting of a drunken concubine, as well as a variety of classical furniture, classical lighting and rosewood screens, which can be said to bring the royal style and elegant atmosphere to the extreme.

Dozens of VIP private rooms, among which the best ten VIP private rooms, that is, Yipin, Erxi, Sanyuan and even Jiuru and Shiquan, have all been chartered today.

Of course, these are not the meaning of the demon sword, but the unanimous opinion of the guards with the knife, the purpose is to give Jiang Feng a dismount.

"Brother Feng, don't forget my previous reminder, bear with me a little, there's no need to stiffen with them, we'll leave after eating. Demon Dao was a little worried, and couldn't help but say.

"Don't worry, I know it. Jiang Feng smiled, first took the hand of the demon knife, then thought about it, and simply let the demon knife take his arm and walk towards the largest private room.

Jiang Feng knew that this was very hateful, but this was exactly what he wanted.

The fan group of the demon knife wanted to give him a dismount, and similarly, Jiang Feng also wanted to give them a dismount.

Now that the demon knife has announced the relationship between them in the fan group, Jiang Feng plans to make these fans completely dead, this is the real purpose of his coming to this dinner today.

As a big man, put aside if he is wronged or not, Jiang Feng doesn't want his woman to be coveted all the time.

(End of chapter)