Chapter 1715: So sharp eyes
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May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age
- A Glance of The Country
- 600 characters
- 2021-03-04 04:34:32
Following closely behind was Feng Zhenzhen, with a half-mask on his face, and the cold eyes when he appeared in a black tunic suit made people creepy.
Su Huaian couldn't help saying: "So sharp eyes."
"This woman is not simple, there must be more than one life in hand." Shen Feihu said.
The others didn't speak, instead they moved their eyes to the urn that Feng Zhenzhen was holding in his hand, and Ji Letian and a group of Feng's family members who were closely behind her.
Anyone who has received information before knows that the new owner of the Feng family will return with Mr. Feng's urn, so this woman is the owner of the Feng family?
"Hello, Mr. Feng, welcome, and I would like to warmly welcome you on behalf of the Ministry of Economy and Trade." Zheng Xingzhi stepped forward happily. He wanted to shake hands and saw the ashes in Feng Zhenzhen's hand, so he had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.
The people around also went crazy, recovered from the strange silence before, and applauded warmly.
"Welcome to Master Feng."
"Hello, Ms. Feng."
Feng Zhenzhen's eyes have not changed from start to finish, not even an expression. No matter how enthusiastic people are, and how many stars Pengyue, she is still cold, that look is almost the same as the urn in her hand.
"I am Ms. Feng, but I am not the owner of the house."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Xingzhi's jaw almost fell off, "Where is Patriarch Feng? What about people?"
Feng Zhenzhen raised his eyebrows and showed a disdainful sneer, "I can represent it if there is anything."
Zheng Xingzhi was a little disappointed. He came personally but to welcome Patriarch Feng. He had known that he would not come personally. Moreover, Patriarch Feng didn't come, so I don't know how to continue the future cooperation!
In short, he couldn't see Patriarch Feng, he had no bottom.
"Welcome, what do you call it."
"Feng Zhenzhen."
"Hello girl Zhenzhen, here we have arranged the Diaoyutai National Soldier Museum, please come with me."
"Thank you!"
Feng Zhenzhen's words and phrases seem to be well-educated, but his attitude is so cold that people can't flatter him. After she led someone to follow Zheng Xingzhi, the rest of the reporters were all talking in whispers.
"This is the overseas Chinese?"
"She is not an ordinary overseas Chinese. Who can bring 10 billion foreign exchange back to donate to the country?"
"Such a big hand, with this capital arrogance."
"Actually, she is not arrogant, she seems to be..." Someone thought about it carefully, but didn't think of a suitable adjective for a long time.
"Anyway, it's not the same as our girls. The look in that woman's eyes makes me feel terrible as a master."
"Okay, let's go quickly! We didn't see the Patriarch of the Feng family, we came here for nothing."
Some people have urged people to leave, while others are walking and discussing. Some regret that they have just been silly, and forget to take pictures without reacting. Some say that since Feng Zhenzhen can represent everything about the Feng family, it means that he is authorized by the head of the family and must be a central figure.
When people were almost gone, Meng Ping and the little fat man appeared in front of Meng Xingzhi and the others.
The little fat man hid behind Meng Ping very spinelessly and whispered: "Boss, your old man's eyes are terrible."
"You can't see it." Meng Pingping didn't wait for Shengning for a long time. He was very upset. What's more upset was that the living Hades, Su Fox, went to the U.S., and even Chen Yingjie went, and what about him?