Leisure time always passes quickly, and before you know it, the time hand is almost pointing to two o'clock in the afternoon, and the appointment time for Wang Qingyu and the Ross family to meet is almost here.
"Let's go, let's meet the heir to the world's first family."
It was almost time for the appointment and Bai Yang stood up and said.
Wang Qingyu adjusted her makeup and asked curiously: "Husband, why do I think you seem to be very interested in the Ross family?"
"The true history of this family can be traced back to before the European Middle Ages. It is far from as simple as hundreds of years of history. Such a family with ancient heritage is itself a living history. Isn't it worth being curious about?" Bai Yang said with a smile.
After hearing these words, Wang Qingyu was stunned. There was no such part of the description in the information Bai Yang gave her. She said in amazement: "The Ross family can be traced back to before the European Middle Ages? It must be at least a thousand years old. A family can maintain such a long history.
Lasting forever?"
It's really unbelievable. Looking at China, there are five thousand years of history, but no family has such a long history. Let alone thousands of years, there are almost no families with more than two hundred years. Wang Qingyu, the elder of the family who is a high-ranking official, knows that.
There are many secrets that ordinary people don't know, and this is almost certain.
"But this is the fact." Bai Yang shrugged and said, but he changed the subject and said thoughtfully: "Actually, Qingyu, don't underestimate Huaxia. Although there is no family that has been passed down for thousands of years, there are other inheritances with a long history, but there are many
Sometimes we just ignore it.”
"What do you mean, husband...?" Wang Qingyu didn't respond.
Looking at the bustling city outside the window, Bai Yang sighed: "Not to mention the others, Wudang Mountain, Shaolin Temple, 'Daxue Mountain', which of these places is not an ancient existence that has been passed down for thousands of years? Although it is not as glorious as the Ross family, its long history is nothing short of
Not bad, the difference is that the Ross family is a family, and the places I mentioned in China are just symbols of civilization."
"Yes, the way of existence is different, the direction of development is also different, and due to various reasons, there is such a big gap between the forces with the same ancient heritage now," Wang Qingyu nodded.
"Let's go, don't keep the guests waiting for too long, lest they think we are rude"
Bai Yang ended this boring topic and took Wang Qingyu's hand towards the door.
The Ross family came as a private visit, so they could not meet in the conference room. Secretary Wang Qingyu arranged for the meeting to be held in a tea room on the 88th floor of this building.
The decoration style of the tearoom is mainly Chinese wooden structure. To drink tea, of course, you have to drink tea in an elegant place. There is no doubt that the Chinese style is the most suitable for the tea ceremony. If you drink tea in a European-style room, how will you feel?
When Bai Yang and Wang Qingyu came here, they didn't see anyone from the Ross family. The other party was still in the lounge and hadn't come over yet.
After arriving here, Wang Qingyu asked the accompanying secretary: "How are you preparing?"
"Mr. Wang, everything is ready. The best tea leaves and the best tea masters. I don't think we will let the guests down," replied the secretary Xiaoli.
"Although the other party is a guest from afar, there is no need to curry favor with the other party. Just ask for the best and ordinary ones," Bai Yang interjected from the side.
Forehead……
Secretary Xiaoli was at a loss for a while.
"That's it." Wang Qingyu nodded.
"Okay, does Mr. Wang have any other instructions?" Xiaoli said without asking any more questions, looking at Wang Qingyu.
"Go and invite the guests over," Wang Qingyu nodded.
The secretary left, leaving only Bai Yang and Wang Qingyu in the room.
Bai Yang found a corner and sat down and said: "I will still be my background. I will be by my side in everything. Qingyu, don't put any pressure on me, even if the other person is the heir of the Ross family."
"Yeah" Wang Qingyu nodded, came to the main seat and sat down, waiting for the arrival of the guests.
When it was almost two o'clock, footsteps sounded at the door of the tea room. The door opened, and Wang Qingyu's secretary Xiaoli stood by the door and stretched out her hand to guide her: "Please come in."
Apart from Xiaoli, there were only two people at the door, a young man and an old man. The young man was in front and the old man was behind.
The young man has a standard Western white face. He is over 1.8 meters tall. His blond hair is meticulously combed. His face is as handsome as a masterpiece of a master sculptor.
He has a pair of rare purple eyes, which are deep and mysterious, with a faint smile on his face. He looks like an extremely elegant gentleman. He is dressed in a black dress, with the triangular tip of a white handkerchief slightly exposed from his left breast pocket.
The first impression this person gives people is that of an 'aristocrat', not the 'aristocrat' of the Burial Love family, but the kind of aristocratic aura with ancient heritage that he naturally exudes, mysterious and noble, which makes people feel friendly but hopeful.
To be honest, this is a man who can cause countless nymphos to scream and faint when he walks on the street. His temperament and appearance can completely make people ignore factors such as skin color and race.
Bai Yang, who was silent in the corner of the room, glanced at the other party, curled his lips secretly, and inexplicably felt like he wanted to make that face miserable...
Behind the elegant and handsome blond young man is an old man in a tuxedo, smiling and meticulous, which is easily reminiscent of an ancient European palace steward.
The aura of an aristocratic butler that comes from the bottom of his heart, Bai Yang probably can't interpret it no matter how good his acting skills are.
'As expected of someone who comes from the world's number one family, don't even think of pretending to be someone who looks the same. Every word, deed, and action is fundamentally different from ordinary people,' Bai Yang thought to himself.
As the owner of this room, when the blond young man at the door and the old man in a tuxedo entered the room, Wang Qingyu stood up, walked towards him with a smile, extended his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Philip Roth, welcome to your arrival."
Wang Qingyu speaks English in an authentic British style. Those who don't know better may think she is a Westerner.
"Miss Wang Qingyu, it's an honor to meet you. You can just call me Philip. My Chinese is actually very good. Then please allow me to praise you. You are so charming."
Philip Roth, who comes from the world's largest family, elegantly held Wang Qingyu's fingertips and spoke in fluent Chinese. Then he bent slightly to perform the European gentleman's greeting ceremony of kissing hands.
Bai Yang's eyebrows in the corner twitched, and he thought to himself: "You can have some fun by shaking hands with me. Try kissing me like an uncle, and see if I don't beat you, your father won't even recognize you!"
However, Wang Qingyu seemed to know that Bai Yang didn't like the Western hand kiss, so he gently withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Philip, please"
Philip's elegant expression was slightly startled, then he smiled and took back his hand and said, "As you wish, please."
Well done. Bai Yang in the corner gave his wife a thumbs up in his heart. Don't think that because you are from the Ross family, I will give you face.
Over there, Wang Qingyu and Phillip both sat down. The old man who followed Phillip stood behind Phillip, with his hands on his lower abdomen and a smile on his face, as motionless as a sculpture.
"It's a bit interesting." Bai Yang, who was observing secretly, felt something in his heart.
Over there, Wang Qingyu clapped her hands gently, and a woman wearing a cheongsam walked out of the compartment. She was about forty years old and had an average appearance, but every move she made was extremely elegant and pleasing to the eye.
She was a tea master. She came with a wooden tray in her hand, made a slight squatting salute beside it, and without saying a word, she immediately began to perform the tea ceremony gracefully.
While the tea master was making tea, Wang Qingyu looked at Philip and said with a smile: "Mr. Philip came from afar to serve guests with tea. Please forgive me for any inconvenience."
"I have always heard about the Chinese tea ceremony, and seeing the real Chinese tea ceremony this time is really pleasing to the eye," Philip said with a smile.
At this time, the tea master had already brewed two cups of tea and placed them in front of the two of them. Wang Qingyu stretched out his hand and said, "Please taste it."
Philip nodded, the ring finger and little finger of his right hand were slightly bent, the index finger and middle finger were placed together on the side of the small teacup, and he twisted the teacup with his thumb. He first closed his eyes and smelled the tea, then took a sip, swallowed after a while and opened his eyes.
: “Good tea”
I have to say that Philip, a Westerner, drinks tea in a very professional manner, but he probably doesn’t know much about tea, so he only used the word “good tea” in his evaluation.
Wang Qingyu had no interest in discussing the tea ceremony with the other party. He took a sip of tea gracefully and put down the cup. He looked at the other party and went straight to the topic: "Mr. Philip, I wonder why you are here this time?"
A little surprised by Wang Qingyu's directness, Philip Roth put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "This visit has only one purpose, and that is to ask Miss Wang Qingyu to help introduce someone."
His eyes flickered. At this moment, Wang Qingyu was surprised. Didn't the other party come specifically to find himself or Jiuzhou Technology? So he asked: "Who does Mr. Philip want to find?"
"The person I'm looking for is Miss Wang's fiancé, Mr. Bai Yang," Phillip said, sitting up straight.
Bai Yang in the corner raised his eyebrows, "This guy is looking for me? Why is he looking for me?"
Wang Qingyu was surprised, glanced at Bai Yang without any trace, and then asked Phillip: "I wonder why Mr. Phillip wants to find my fiancé?"
Philip smiled elegantly and said, "I wonder if Miss Wang can make a recommendation on my behalf?"
He didn't answer what he wanted from Bai Yang. The meaning was obvious. Although you are Bai Yang's fiancée, you are not qualified to let me tell you what happened.
He could no longer serve as a background board. Although Wang Qingyu was considered top among his peers in all aspects, he was still far behind in facing the heir of the Ross family. He couldn't handle it at all. Bai Yang knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything if he didn't step forward.
It was impossible for someone as big as him to miss him. Maybe he already knew his identity, but he didn't take a second look at him out of courtesy. Bai Yang understood this.
Putting away his mobile phone, Bai Yang stood up and walked over with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Phillip is looking for me?"
Phillip on the other side stood up almost at the same time as Bai Yang stood up. There was no surprise on his face. He looked at Bai Yang and stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai Yang, it's an honor to meet you."
After shaking hands gently, Bai Yang nodded and said: "Please sit down."
With that said, Bai Yang went around to the other side, Wang Qingyu stood up, Bai Yang sat down, and she also sat down next to Bai Yang, but she said no more.