The three businessmen were between the ages of forty and sixty, and they all had smiles on their faces. The eldest was a fat old man, who nodded to Zuo Han with a smile.
"Hello."
"Hello." Out of politeness, Zuo Han also nodded slightly. But because he didn't know the other party, he didn't intend to talk in depth.
The three of them were not embarrassed and actually sat across from Zuo Han.
"Little brother, you are very unfamiliar. Are you new to Boston?" A relatively young middle-aged man wearing glasses asked Zuo Han.
Zuo Han frowned slightly.
These people looked like they were here to chat, but their attitudes seemed a bit too positive. And from their eyes, you could see some hostility.
The middle-aged man said to me, and subconsciously glanced at the hall. Zuo Han followed his gaze, and his heart suddenly became clear.
I see!
In the field, a Chinese official who looked like an official was talking to someone, his eyes glancing towards Zuo Han from time to time.
Song Jiaming, principal counselor at the Embassy in the United States, Song Tao's father.
Zuo Han looked at the three businessmen with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Zuo Han has received the news that Song Tao was beaten up by Connor and his men, and is still lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital. Although his life is not in danger, it is enough for him to suffer for a period of time. Song Jiaming is a diplomat, and as usual
In terms of style, we must not be too pretentious with the United States. A few words of protest is the limit.
I don't dare to mess with Lao Mei, but it's hard to say about the others, not to mention that Zuo Han has had a conflict with the Song family and his son at the 772 Hospital before. Looking at today's posture, it is obvious that he will get three of them first to test the vanguard.
Knowing that the other party had bad intentions, Zuo Han naturally would not tolerate the three guys in front of him. No matter how much the three of them talked about, Zuo Han seemed not to hear, and picked up a few newspapers on the newspaper folder to read through them.
The three of them looked at each other with unnatural expressions on their faces.
The fat old man coughed and said, "Young man, if you ignore us when we talk to you, isn't it too rude?"
Zuo Han clicked his lips, but still pretended not to hear.
The three people's faces immediately turned blue.
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For the cocktail party tonight, old Charles sent out invitations. Almost all the prominent people in Boston were invited. The people present were certainly giving old Charles face, but from another perspective, being invited was also a very honorable thing.
These three people who came here are all executives of Chinese state-owned enterprises. They came to Boston in the name of inspection. Under normal circumstances, they would not be eligible to be invited at all.
But because of Zuo Han and Zuo Yuxin, old Charles had a better impression of the Chinese people and wanted to have more Chinese faces at the reception. Hearing someone from the Boston business department casually mention that an inspection delegation from China had come, old Charles said
I sent out three more invitations.
The three of them almost broke their heads to get the invitation, but when they arrived at the reception in excitement, they realized that the people who came were all in their own circles, and there was no one around them. Just when they were feeling a little depressed, they met Song Jiaming.
Song Jiaming is a counselor stationed in the United States and has some connections in Boston, so the three of them are considered alone.
Later, when Song Jiaming saw Zuo Han, he hinted that Zuo Han had a rift with him and encouraged the three people to come over and find trouble.
The people attending the reception today were either rich or noble, even if they didn't care about Zuo Han's background. Song Jiaming didn't think anything of it. He just wanted to make them quarrel, and it would be best to provoke Zuo Han to hit someone and lose his face.
The three of them didn't know Song Jiaming's plan, let alone Zuo Han's identity, but they were still very annoyed when they were ignored like this.
When Song Jiaming saw what was going on here, he cursed a few times in his heart and walked over.
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"Counselor Song." The three of them stood up quickly, with smiles on their faces.
Song Jiaming is not an ordinary counselor, and it is no secret that he will mention the deputy department at the end of the year. Otherwise, the three of them would not listen to him so much.
Song Jiaming smiled reservedly, then turned to Zuo Han and said, "We are really destined to meet again."
Zuo Han looked up at Song Jiaming and asked politely: "I'm sorry, my memory is not very good. Do we know each other?"
Song Jiaming's face twitched and he pretended to be indifferent and said: "I am Song Tao's father."
"Oh..." Zuo Han seemed to suddenly realize it, and then asked: "Who is Song Tao?"
Song Jiaming's nose was so hung up and crooked.
The man who smashed cars and beat people is now pretending not to know him.
"Don't think I'll just let it go." Song Jiaming couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "Song Tao is still lying in the hospital. No one can protect you if there are any shortcomings!"
"It's hard for me to understand this. Could it be that your son was rushed to the hospital?" Zuo Han shook his head and said, "But no matter what the situation is, it has nothing to do with me. If you are angry, go find a doctor."
It makes no sense for your son to have fun with me."
"Zuo Han!" Song Jiaming said angrily: "This is the United States, not China."
Zuo Hanai ignored him and said: "Love is what it is, why do you still want to bite me?"
"I..." Song Jiaming really wanted to bite Zuo Han twice.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the hall, and a beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes walked in.
Catherine Charles.
According to the latest news, Catherine will become the vice president of the Charles Group and will be fully responsible for the group's affairs. In other words, Catherine will replace Paul Charles and become the successor of the old Charles.
Young and beautiful, and the designated heir to the world's richest man, with different purposes, people in the hall gathered around him as they left. Song Jiaming also left Zuo Han and walked towards Catherine. Song Jiaming was not going to pick up girls, but to make friends with Catherine and show great affection to her.
There are benefits.
Three state-owned enterprise executives wanted to get in, but unfortunately the space was limited and they were not qualified to squeeze in. They could only sigh in envy from the outside.
But Song Jiaming, who was "qualified" to pass, was not much better than them. Several tall foreigners shook their arms, and Song Jiaming staggered out.
If Song Jiaming can really become deputy minister, these foreigners will still have some concerns. But with an embassy counselor, these profit-oriented guys won't care much.
Seeing Song Jiaming looking embarrassed, Zuo Han couldn't help but sigh.
"No matter how the times change, there will never be a shortage of servile and obsequious people."
Zuo Han remembered the era when he was born and spoke with emotion, and his voice was not very loud. But Song Jiaming didn't know whether it was because of his sharp ears or because the words were too harsh, but he heard them.
"Who are you talking about?" Song Jiaming came over.
"Whoever responds is the one." Now that he has said it, Zuo Han will not refuse.
Song Jiaming's face had completely turned the color of pig liver, and he almost shouted for Zuo Han to be kicked out.
When the three state-owned enterprise executives saw it, they quickly stepped forward to show their support.
"Young man, please be careful what you say."
"Immediately apologize to Counselor Song..."
There was chaos here, and Catherine and others on the other side noticed it.
If it had been anyone else, he would have passed by just a glance, but Catherine saw Zuo Han at a glance.
Catherine's eyes flashed, and she separated from the crowd and walked over.
"Why are you here?" Catherine walked closer, grabbed Zuo Han's hand and pulled him up: "Here, let me introduce you to some friends..."
Zuo Han was too lazy to look at the faces of Song Jiaming and others, so he obeyed and got up and left with Catherine.
At this time, everyone around was a little confused.
What does this guy do? Catherine actually takes the initiative to hold hands?
A group of people made a fuss and chased after him again.
Three state-owned enterprise executives looked at each other and one of them asked: "Counsellor Song, who is that guy? How come he is so familiar with Miss Catherine?"
Song Jiaming's face turned red and white, and he gritted his teeth and said: "A second-generation ancestor who can't stand up to the stage!"
While they were talking, the mayor of Boston, the police chief, and other senior officials also came in from outside. Among them, there was also a young man. Judging from the attitude of the mayor and others towards the young man, it seemed that he was of quite distinguished status.
As a diplomatic counselor stationed in the United States for many years, Song Jiaming recognized the young man, the youngest son of the U.S. Secretary of Defense, Lister.
Just as he was about to go over and say hello, Liester walked straight up to Zuo Han, with a flattering smile on his face, and said hello in half-baked Chinese:
"Uncle Han."
Song Jiaming staggered and managed to regain his balance.
The three state-owned enterprise executives looked at each other again and said to Song Jiaming in unison: "Which family's second generation ancestor can you introduce to us?" (To be continued...)