Li Yu cleared his throat, lowered his head and adjusted his clothes, pushed the door in, and saw someone inside, his eyes widened in surprise, "Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yiming exhaled a mouthful of smoke, hummed lightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly as if thinking, "We met at the Taoist Temple in Beishan."

Li Yu smiled happily, "I didn't expect you to remember me."

"Of course." Sheng Yiming curled the corners of his lips and covered his eyes again, making it impossible to see his emotions.

Li Yu stretched out a hand, "I didn't have time to introduce myself last time. My name is Ding Lian, and I am currently serving as the foreman at Red Moon. I heard that you are also one of the bosses of Red Moon."

"Red Moon?" Sheng Yiming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, "I remembered, that was the industry I invested in a few years ago."

He smiled to himself, "No wonder I think the young man who stood beside you before was a bit familiar. It turned out to be the young master of the Tang family."

The corner of Li Yu's mouth twitched, so this person didn't recognize Tang Song at all that day.

This is a bit embarrassing, but fortunately Tang Song didn't know.

Sheng Yiming glanced at the slender fingers that were still hovering in the air, held them up, raised his fingers, and wrapped the young man's fingers.

Li Yu curled up his fingers and shook hands with him, guessing that the verification time was almost up, just as he was about to let go, he felt his palm being rubbed.

"1551, why do I feel that the palm of my hand has been rubbed."

"It's not a feeling, it's real."

Li Yu didn't think he had the charm to make people fall in love at first sight, so he had to take a step back and make a humble judgment, either the other party was unintentional, or he became interested in him.

In any case, the door to victory has been opened, and all he has to do is to move forward with confidence and boldness.

An exciting reminder sounded in his head, Li Yu put it aside temporarily, smiled and said to the person in front of him, "By the way, Lao Guanzhu is having dinner in our box, do you want to say hello?"

Sheng Yiming thought for a while, "Okay."

He raised his hand to gesture for the cigarette between his fingers, "Just go after you're done."

The friendship between a man and a man can sometimes start very casually, such as a simple wine bureau, or, for example, sharing a lighter to light a cigarette.

Li Yu pretended to skillfully shake one out of the cigarette case, "Mr. Sheng, can I borrow a fire?"

Sheng Yiming raised his chin slightly, "You bite the cigarette first."

Li Yu was shocked, did he take the initiative to light a cigarette for himself, the development was too fast.

He quickly opened his lips, bit his teeth, and in a panic, he put his hands into the trouser pockets on both sides, secretly pinching his thighs, and warned himself to stay calm.

Sheng Yiming squeezed the cigarette butt beside his lips with his right hand, leaned closer, and let the burning cigarette stick to the youth's one.

The man's good smell of sandalwood was suddenly full of aggression, Li Yu was completely stunned, and his mind went blank.

Sheng Yiming said, "Mr. Ding, take a puff."

"Oh, good." Li Yu took a deep breath as instructed by the other party like a puppet.

The unsuspecting trachea and lungs were irritated and reacted with stress.

The sound of coughing sounded in the quiet stairwell, accompanied by echoes, and the cigarette that had just been lit also fell to the ground, rolled half a circle, and stopped between the two.

Sheng Yiming snuffed out his cigarette butt with his fingers and threw it into the trash can in the corner, his eyes stayed in the corner of the youth's eyes.

Because of the coughing too much, the blue-eyed eye sockets were wet and red, and the eyelashes were stained with water droplets.

It's like being bullied badly.

Sheng Yiming took out a white silk handkerchief from his suit pants and handed it over, "Are you all right?"

Li Yu took the handkerchief and covered his mouth, his throat was itchy, and he hadn't fully recovered.

Sheng Yiming narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Mr. Ding doesn't look like he can smoke."

"I've been quitting for two days, and suddenly it's like this, and my throat is not used to it." After Li Yu finished speaking, he glanced at the handkerchief he used, and there was no saliva or anything.

After all, it is not polite to return it directly, and there is a saying that you need to borrow and return money, and you need to come and go.

Li Yu squeezed the veil and frowned, "It's dirty, I'll wash it and return it to you."

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Ding." Sheng Yiming smiled, his black eyes embedded in his sockets, glittering from under the half-closed eyes.

Li Yu folded the veil again and put it in his pocket, "No trouble."

He picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, threw them into the trash can, and looked back at Sheng Yiming, "Forget it, don't smoke anymore, they should be in a hurry if we go on to watch the Lord, let's go, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yiming, "Okay."

At this time, Tang Song was listening to the spectators tell him about all kinds of great achievements. For those who were not superstitious before, it was a new world full of unknowns, and he was fascinated by it.

So until the spectator stopped talking, he was still immersed in the magical world and could not extricate himself.

The Guanzhu coughed twice with his mouth closed. Seeing that Tang Song hadn't noticed anything unusual, he simply used the tablecloth to cover it and stepped on the black leather shoes beside him.

Tang Song stood up on the spot in pain, and had a face-to-face with the man who sat directly across from him at some point.

Sheng Yiming got up, "Mr. Tang, long time no see."

"Yes, it's been a long time." Tang Song smiled shyly, greeted the man to sit down, glared quietly, and said in a voice, "Why didn't you say it in advance."

Li Yu innocently said, "I met him when I smoked, and I don't have a mobile phone."

Tang Song was completely speechless. He called the waiter in again, added a few new dishes, and then took the initiative to say, "Mr. Sheng, last time I saw the Taoist temple in a hurry, and I didn't have time to say hello."

Li Yu, "..."

Sheng Yiming glanced at the young man on the right, and said to Tang Song with a smile, "Yes, I was in a hurry at that time, so I didn't have time to catch up with Mr. Tang."

"But..." He turned the conversation, and the sharp light in his eyes flickered slightly, "I'm afraid we will see each other often in the future."

Li Yu was stunned, and looked at Tang Song, and the two saw doubts in each other's eyes.

Sheng Yiming said with a smile, "It was only after Mr. Ding reminded me that I invested in a store with Mr. Tang before. As the biggest investor, I feel I have an obligation to visit the store from time to time."

Tang Song, "..."

Li Yu, "..."

A group boss, after finishing a day of group work, has to work overtime to stay up late at nightclubs without sleeping?

Moreover, Sheng Yiming does not lack the dividends of the Red Moon, otherwise he would have come to question him when he lost money two years ago.

Li Yu put a piece of gold on his face silently, could it be for him?

Ke Dinglian had nothing to do with Sheng Yiming before his death, let alone his fake.

The man's face was taken for granted, as if what he said in his mouth was exactly what he thought.

"1551, could it be that our President Sheng really just wants to have a part-time job?" Li Yu asked.

1551, "I can't see it through, you have to judge for yourself."

Li Yu couldn't tell either, so he could only look back at the man and observe carefully.

At this time, Sheng Yiming had left Tang Song who was dumbfounded, and turned to talk to the Guanzhu on his left.

The spectator looked relaxed, but the hand that fell on the table kept clenching his fist, and it could be seen that it was a little tight.

"Old Guanzhu rarely goes down the mountain, what's the important thing?" Sheng Yiming carried the teapot and filled the teacup of the Guanzhu.

The spectator twitched the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "I solved some trouble for the two little friends."

Out of politeness, generally speaking, when others hear this, they will directly reveal it, but Sheng Yiming is not an ordinary person.

He raised his eyebrows in doubt, his face showing a little more interest, "Dare to ask what trouble Mr. Tang has encountered, do you mind letting me know?"

The big gold lord of the Red Moon has spoken, how dare Tang Song say that he minds.

What's more, they had met at the Taoist temple, and it was reflected that Sheng Yiming also believed this, and maybe he had encountered the same thing as them, so he got to know the master of the temple.

Since both Tang and Song have generously expressed their willingness to share, the spectator has nothing to say, but his eyes are drawn even harder in places where Li Yu can't see, and his words are also very vague, "There is a little trouble in the red moon."

"Little trouble?"

The man's flirtatious rhetorical question was quite stressful, and the viewer nodded, "Mr. Tang's office is not very clean."

"Oh?" Sheng Yiming lightly placed the full cup in front of the spectator, "This is a bit serious."

Guanzhu picked up the cup and drank it cleanly, "It's a hanged ghost, it's in the bathroom of Mr. Tang's office."

Sheng Yiming turned the half cup of tea in his hand, instead of asking the owner of the office, he looked sideways at Li Yu, "Mr. Ding was scared?"

Li Yu frowned, shook his head and said it was okay.

Sheng Yiming smiled and teased, "Really, but I don't think Mr. Ding is a bold person."

"So people can't just look at the appearance." It happened that the waiter came in to serve the dish, and Li Yu turned the newly served dish to the man, and responded with the same words, "I don't think Mr. Sheng looks like someone who can go to Taoism."

Sheng Yiming took a chopstick and chewed it in his mouth.

He seemed to be deliberately trying to whet his appetite. He swallowed something, took another sip of tea, and wiped his mouth gracefully. Then he leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, curled his lips and said, "I and Guan Guan The main reason is forgetting the new year."

The spectator echoed, "Yes, yes, it's a coincidence. A few years ago, Mr. Sheng's company organized a wild tour, and the location happened to be on the top of Beishan Mountain. We met at that time."

Li Yu opened his eyes curiously, "Mr. Sheng is staying in the Taoist temple?"

The spectator shook his head, "No, I just had a fast meal."

Oh, it turned out to be generating income for the Taoist temple, and it is estimated that he also donated money later, so the little Taoist boy in the Taoist temple said that Sheng Yiming was a distinguished guest.

I really didn't see it, this time the target looked cold and distant, but actually had a red and fiery heart.

But he always felt that the attitude of the spectator was indescribably weird.

With Sheng Yiming joining in at the dinner table, he did not appear to be restrained and restrained. Li Yu could feel that the man was trying to make himself as easygoing as possible.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The waiter who heard the response pushed open the door with a bitter face, "Is Mr. Sheng there?"

Sheng Yiming put down his chopsticks and looked at the door, "I am."

Before the waiter spoke, a few big men hiding behind her pushed open the door and walked in, "Mr. Sheng, you can let us find it."

Sheng Yiming buttoned his suit, "It's my fault, I forgot to have someone tell you."

"Where is it." The few people swept around the small private room roughly, and immediately understood, and said with a smile, "I saw an old acquaintance and talked about the normal feelings of the old people."

Now they just want to quickly invite the Great Buddha back, how can they have the courage to blame.

One of them recognized Tang Song, snorted in amazement, and walked out from behind with a smile, "Isn't this Xiao Tang?"

Tang Song was a businessman, different from the original owner's rice bug. He followed his father in and out of social occasions for a long time. After going back and forth, he became familiar with the bosses.

But the number of participants in a banquet, at least a few dozen people, can't remember all of them, so when he was called, Tang Song panicked and looked at Fa Xiao for help.

Li Yu even asked three questions, shook his head blankly, and whispered a bad idea, "Don't care what your surname is, just call him Uncle."

Tang Song felt that it was feasible, got up and walked out, holding each other's hands enthusiastically, "Uncle, long time no see."

"That's right, the last time your dad took you to Suicheng was two years ago." The boss is really like a good uncle, kind and kind, but his eyes hide a complicated light, and from time to time he drifts to the others.

Everyone understood at once, and took the initiative to say, "Since we all know each other, why don't we eat together. It's just that the box here is a bit small, Lao Cao, why don't you let Xiao Tang take his friends to our place."

This is a good way. Use your identity to put pressure on him, so that after Sheng Yiming is tied back, people will come to catch up with the past.

In fact, everyone knows very well that Mr. Sheng's purpose is to reminisce about the past, and he obviously doesn't want to pay attention to them.

Sheng Yiming understood the mentality of these people, he buttoned his suit jacket, and said in a low voice, "The old man is happy, it's better not to disturb."

Everyone's faces stiffened, and they all laughed in agreement.

Li Yu looked at the faces that repeatedly said "yes" and "you are right", and quietly pouted.

To make money with peace in the business field, at least superficial peace is a must. When they turn their backs, who knows if they will put on another face.

The group left under the leadership of Sheng Yiming, and the atmosphere in the box suddenly became much more relaxed.

No need to observe and get close to the target, Li Yu asked the system to send out the newly received confirmation notice.

[Danger level: A++]

[Secret of the Red Moon: 1; Protagonist's Secret: 1]