Zhang Yuanqing perked up and said, "Is he in Songhai? Give me your contact information and address."
Mother Zhang said "Yes": "I'll send you a text message later. That gentleman is a very successful businessman abroad and an important business partner of my mother. Pay attention to your words and deeds after meeting. You should be good at this."
She is still very confident in her son's social skills.
"I know, I'm pretty good at foreign languages," Zhang Yuanqing said.
Mom was extra free today, so she didn’t end the call immediately and said:
"I heard from your grandma that during this period, you and Yu'er stay up late every day playing games? This will affect your studies."
What's the use of studying? The teacher won't teach me how to conquer the spiritual realm. Zhang Yuanqing said: "Don't listen to grandma's exaggeration. My aunt and I just play games on weekends."
The rest of the time I play alone.
Zhang’s mother said helplessly:
"What your grandma means is that she shouldn't hang out with Yu'er all the time on weekends. It's time for her to have a boyfriend and she can't always focus on you. You two are not very different in age, and it's time to date someone.
It’s not good to mix them together.”
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became irritated: "If you want to teach me, you can talk about it when you come back. I have nothing to do and I have to go out to class now."
He hung up the phone with his mother forcefully.
"Grandma, why did you complain to my mother again? Can I still have this family relationship? I want to sever all ties with you." Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed and yelled loudly.
The bedroom door opened, and grandma stood holding a broom, looking coldly at her: "What did you say?"
"I said I love my grandma the most. Grandma is better than my mother. I also want to be your son." Zhang Yuanqing was able to bend and stretch.
Grandma snorted coldly and slammed the door.
Zhang Yuanqing curled his lips and glanced at his phone. Seeing that his mother's text message had not yet arrived, he stood up and sat down at the table. He turned on his computer, logged in to the official database, and looked up - Chi Yue'an.
A few seconds later, this person's relevant resume was clearly presented in front of Zhang Yuanqing.
With his current authority, he can check most of the deacon information of the Songhai branch.
Except for Fu Qingyang, a noble and proud man of heaven.
Chi Yue'an was originally the son-in-law of the Zhu family. The Zhu family was a family of musicians. Because the musicians were good at preserving and producing life essence, the three families of musicians were often called the "three families of life."
When Chi Yue'an joined the Five Elements Alliance, she was only a level 2 fire master. With the support of the Zhu family, her level rose step by step, and her position was promoted from ordinary member to captain and deacon.
This person's signature props are the Ganlin Inner Armor and the Red Flame Divine Weapon. The former is a high-level prop for the musician profession, and the latter is a prop for the fire master profession.
"Being a saint for more than a year, he has experienced four or five single-player dungeons and more than ten multi-player dungeons. During this period, even if he lost and won, he has accumulated almost enough experience points, close to level 5. Last night
It was a wise move not to get entangled with him and use charm to escape."
Regardless of props, there is a huge gap between level 4 and level 4. The gap between saint and extraordinary is even more outrageous.
Kou Beiyue probably had one or two trump cards in his hand, so he dared to attack the saint.
But it still failed.
Zhang Yuanqing secretly decided to investigate in private and then hand over the collected evidence to Fu Qingyang. It was best not to expose himself, otherwise, he would be an enemy of a deacon and there would be endless troubles.
There is another Zhu family behind the scenes.
"Ding!"
The phone made a short, clear beep. Zhang Yuanqing looked away from the computer and picked up the phone to check the information.
Demon Eye King: "Have you purified my mark?"
Fuck! Zhang Yuanqing's scalp felt numb, and he pretended to be calm and replied: "What's the problem?"
I should have Wang Tai lock his position immediately.
The five elders swarmed up, fearing that he had a premeditated plan. Could it be that the other heavenly kings of Bishop Bing were also here?
Demon Eye King: "The power of the sun cannot be controlled by the Night Travel God in the extraordinary stage. I asked someone to check Yuan Ting. I heard that he was summoned to the capital a while ago. In the Taiyi Sect official forum, there are reports of his abuse every day.
Video, you are not him!"
Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and almost threw the phone away. After thinking about it, he replied:
"Who are you? Why are you acting so strangely?"
Demon Eye King: "Oh, what happened to me in Songhai a few days ago? As a level 3 Night Walker, you shouldn't know anything about it and pretend you don't know me? Well, Songhai is a Night Traveler who can use the power of the sun.
Not too much, it’s not difficult to find out your identity, unless you have never used your abilities in this field.”
"Whatever you want." Zhang Yuanqing responded forcefully.
"Oh, has anyone told you that my magic eye can search? Although Songhai is big, Kangyang District is not big. I can still find you if I spend some time. I think next time I find you, you
The expression will be interesting."
Are you bored? While looking for Yuanshi Tianzun and the Master of the Killing Palace, he threatened the official practitioner to have fun. Zhang Yuanqing silently closed the secondary card and stopped replying.
He even wanted to delete the Demon Eye King, but he felt that having a good friend here could at least control the Demon Eye's attitude and movements in disguise.
Maybe the phone positioning method will be useful one day.
"Not many people know that I can use the power of the sun. It's a bit bad. There are more and more clues from the Demon Eye. How long can I hide it? The Master of the Killing Suppression Palace is more stubborn than me."
Just as I was thinking about it, my mother’s text message came belatedly.
It was a photo of a business card with the name, contact information, and company position printed on it.
Mom also wrote a Songhai address on the business card.
Bill Tarantino, Director of Marketing, Ant Pharmaceuticals.
Ant Pharmaceutical Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer and searched for information about this company online.
I was surprised after reading this. Ant Pharmaceutical is a very famous foreign pharmaceutical company and one of the top ten pharmaceutical giants in the world.
"Mom's career is more prosperous than I imagined." Zhang Yuanqing marked his cell phone and dialed the number on his business card.
"Dudu~"
The bell rang twice, and the person on the other side answered the call. It was a woman, speaking a string of foreign languages.
Zhang Yuanqing probably understood the meaning and replied in a foreign language:
"I am Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarantino."
"Wait a moment, let me check the appointment." A few seconds later, the female voice replied: "Okay, Mr. Tarantino has told you that he has been waiting for you. Sir, can you please tell us your address and we will send a special car.
catch."
"No, no need, I'll come over by myself." Zhang Yuanqing is now very concerned about keeping his residence information confidential.
"Okay! Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Ask Mr. Bill to clean up and wait for me? Zhang Yuanqing said: "No need to help, I will go over now."
After ending the call, he put on his shoes, dug out the formal suit Li Dongze customized for him in the closet, and put it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.
Shi Chang, who pays attention to elegance, requires his subordinates to wear formal attire to get off work, so he customized a suit for him. Later, because of his outstanding achievements and outstanding achievements, Shi Chang's bottom line for him became lower and lower.
From preparing happy water in the refrigerator to not needing to wear formal clothes.
And later, when he suspected that he and Guan Ya were preaching and practicing in the bathroom, the chief just commented: There is a hotel nearby, and it is very inelegant to work in the workplace.
Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in formal attire, quietly left the bedroom, slipped out of the house, took a taxi on the roadside, and headed to the International Building.
The International Building is one of the landmark buildings in the central CBD area of Songhai. Many well-known financial companies are stationed here, and well-known foreign companies also like to open their mainland branch addresses here.
Songhai is a bridgehead for overseas capital, and there are many similar places. International Building is the most famous among them.
It was the rush hour for work, and business elites in suits and ties were crossing the road in groups and rushing to major office buildings.
Thousands of people and crowded traffic are a part of the scenery in Songhai CBD area.
Most of these office workers cannot afford to rent a house in the CBD area. They need to take the subway for more than 40 minutes to go to work every day. The first thing they do when they wake up is not to have breakfast, but to squeeze into the subway without being late for work.
The pace of their lives is so fast that even the sisters and aunts are too lazy to take a look at such a handsome man as Zhang Yuanqing, who are all focused on the traffic lights.
As soon as the light turned green, I crossed the sidewalk at full speed, not daring to stop for a moment.
Zhang Yuanqing followed the group of office workers, crossed the street, arrived at the downstairs of the International Building, and then dialed Bill Tarantino's number.
"I have to swipe my employee card to enter the building, but I can't get in." He said in a foreign language that was not very standard.
"Hold on."
A few minutes later, a man in a cyan suit and white shirt walked out of the building, looked around, and said loudly:
"Who is Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand: "Here."
The man in the suit looked at him carefully and smiled warmly: "Mr. Tarantino's assistant, let me go downstairs to pick you up."
The two of them waited downstairs for a long time before they squeezed into an elevator. The man in a suit raised his hand to protect Zhang Yuanqing, squeezed some space for him, and said apologetically:
"Sorry, there are only so many people at this time."
Zhang Yuanqing was not yet in the grade to apply for a job, and he had never been to a place like this before. He nodded reservedly and did not express any opinions.
The elevator stopped on the 37th floor, and he followed the man in the suit out of the car.
The entire 37th floor is the office of Ant Pharmaceuticals. The man in a suit led him into the marketing department and said to the girl at the front desk:
"The client Annie is waiting for is here, please notify her."
The girl at the front desk nodded slightly and picked up the phone to report. After a while, a tall woman wearing a white shirt and skirt came out of the room.
She is about thirty years old, with loose blond hair, blue eyes like the sea, full of charming spring, and exquisite three-dimensional facial features. She is a very charming beauty.
When he walked towards me, it was as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face, with a temptation that made people feel hot in their lower abdomen, attracting the male employees in the office to stare at him.
The foreign woman looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down, smiled and extended her hand, speaking fluent Chinese: "Hello, my name is Annie, you are younger than I thought."
"Hello, hello!" Zhang Yuanqing reached out and shook his soft and smooth little hands unconsciously a few times, and praised: "Your Chinese is better than I thought."
Hearing this, Anne smiled proudly: "Chinese is difficult to learn, but it only took me three years to master it."
She did not withdraw her hand and allowed the young man to eat tofu, her smile becoming more charming.
"Oh my God, you are such a woman blessed by God. Your language talent shocks me. Unlike me, who has learned foreign languages for half a life, my pronunciation is still not standard, but I really studied it hard, I swear." Zhang
Yuan Qingdao.
Annie was stunned for a moment and said: "I can talk normally, you don't need to speak British Chinese to me."
"Oh, god, that's great." Zhang Yuanqing said happily.
"." Anne forced a smile: "Follow me, Mr. Tarantino is waiting for you."
Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly let go of his hand and followed the female assistant to the inside. In the process, his eyes seemed to have lost control, and they were attracted to Anne's buttocks like a magnet.
The round butt wrapped in the skirt looks like a peach or a full moon, bringing about hormonal restlessness.
This woman.
Not long after, the two stopped in the minister's office. Anne lightly knocked on the brown wooden door and said in English:
"Mr. Tarantino, your guests have arrived."
A mellow male voice came from the office: "Come in!"
Annie unscrewed the door of the office and led Zhang Yuanqing in. The office was extremely luxuriously decorated. On the right was a handmade solid wood desk, with a small striped flag erected in the right corner.
On the left is the reception area, which has soft sofas, glass coffee tables, wine cabinets, etc.
In front of a desk made of solid wood, a foreign man wearing a light-colored casual suit sat. He had short light brown hair, three-dimensional facial features, and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
His eyes are deep and calm, showing the vicissitudes of many things he has experienced. He is a middle-aged man with a mature and elegant temperament.
Bill Tarantino slowly stood up, walked to the living room sofa, and said with a smile:
"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, do you need my assistant to prepare breakfast?"
"Thank you." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and refused, sitting down on the soft sofa.
Bill Tarantino sat down opposite him and said gently:
"Your mother and I are close business partners. She is a very capable and strong woman. I admire her very much, but I also have a headache because she is always aggressive at the negotiation table.
"But one advantage she has is that she is very efficient and never engages in false politeness or annoying social interactions. This is a quality that many mainland businessmen I have encountered do not have."
She just wants to make money as quickly as possible from you foreigners. After all, she is a workaholic who finds it inefficient to hold parent-teacher conferences for her son. Zhang Yuanqing complained about his mother in his heart, but a smile appeared on his lips:
"Tarantino, thank you for your compliment. Like my mother, I hate inefficient communication. Do you know the purpose of my visit today?"
Bill Tarantino leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, and said:
"You mean the pills for your headache?"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded:
"I'm very curious about what kind of drug this is. Except for Ant Pharmaceuticals, I can't buy it outside, let alone find any information about it. My mother said that this is a new drug developed by your company, and she is telling the truth. This cannot be convinced.
I.
"Developing new drugs requires extremely high costs. A rare and not popular disease cannot bring you huge profits."
Bill Tarantino thought for a few seconds and said:
"You are right. This medicine was not developed for your disease. It just happens to relieve your headache. The medicine we developed is suitable for all problems in the soul and repairs the wounds suffered by the soul.
"Sorry, there is something wrong with my description. Please correct me, it is spirit. In Chinese, the word spirit is more appropriate."
Applied to the trauma suffered by the soul, Zhang Yuanqing fell silent.
PS: Correct typos first and then correct them. Today’s Chinese test paper is very difficult. After reviewing the essay questions, I only had three words in my mind: What is that?
