Most of the Filipino maids working in the villa are black. They received Chinese training before officially taking up their posts. They can understand and speak well but they can't slip away.
Hearing An Jingxing's words, the Filipino maid stopped what she was doing, pointed downstairs, and made a gesture of holding a pen.
An Jingxing nodded, meaning he understood, and turned around and walked out of the room.
Going down the stairs, An Jingxing felt that the servants along the way looked at him a little differently than yesterday.
I'm afraid they all heard about her and Gene being in the room last night from various channels, right?
Although she was determined to be a woman who sells her body for money, An Jingxing couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed on her face and walked to the first floor pretending to be calm.
She walked along several rooms and soon found Tang Qianrong.
There is a conference room at the end of the corridor. This conference room should look like a large living room, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. The top is a semicircle, and the stained glass is carved with patterns like Jesus' angels.
Thick crimson curtains hung on both sides. There was a mahogany table about ten meters long inside, and both sides were filled with men in straight suits.
An Jingxing looked at the man sitting at the end of the long table. His left hand was wrapped with a bandage and his right hand held a Parker pen. He listened to the man next to him pointing at the projector and saying some data that An Jingxing could not understand.
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The man's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to be very serious.
Looking at such a scene, it was really hard for An Jingxing to imagine that the man in front of him was the same person as the wild, rough and even gangster man last night.
Her heart twisted, and the soreness between her legs reminded her that the evidence of the man's crime last night was still fresh in her mind. Why was she so intoxicated here?
Looking at Tang Qianrong sitting there with a calm and authoritative posture, commanding the best people of all skin colors and ages present.
An Jingxing felt a little revengeful in his heart, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and a plan emerged in his mind.
In order to close the relationship between the major shareholders of the Tang Group, every time Tang Qianrong returned to Switzerland, the most important shareholders' meeting was held in the villa where he lived.
This room was specially built by him to welcome these influential people in Switzerland. It is a conference room equipped with the world's top security anti-theft and anti-eavesdropping equipment.
Under this conference room is the red wine cellar that he has collected for twenty years, and the room next to it is the storage room for the world's top cigars.
He rarely smokes and only drinks a few drinks, and these are all prepared for the shareholders here.
One of the reasons why Tang's Group has been able to thrive over the years is its strength, and its strong and extensive high-level network also plays a huge role.
Therefore, he has always attached great importance to his interactions with these people, respecting them without being humble, and he has managed a mutually beneficial and win-win relationship just right.
The annual meeting came to an end. Tang Qianrong closed the folder in his hand and was about to say a few words for the final summary.
However, at this moment, the door that he had forbidden entry to during the meeting suddenly opened.
The beeping siren rang, and everyone heard the sound and went out. They saw an Oriental woman wearing a casual suit, wearing slippers, and a sweet smile on her pretty face, pushing the door open and entering as if nothing had happened.
As if he didn't see anyone else present, he walked straight to Tang Qianrong, who was sitting at the main seat.
