Tie Jun nodded without saying anything and followed Chu Yao back to the private room. Daya and Xiaochuan hadn't come back yet, so Tie Jun was a little worried.
I was just about to ask Wan Qiu to help me ask which private room Da Ya and the others went to, when Mei Ni walked in with a male foreigner on her arm.
This man is in his early fifties, slightly bald, with a high nose bridge, thin lips, sunken eye sockets, sharp eyes, very fair skin, tall, and wearing a designer suit.
"He is Smith."
Chu Yao whispered in Tie Jun's ear.
"oh!"
Tie Jun understood. No wonder Mei Ni came on stage to show off her skills. It turned out that she was trying to flatter her boss!
Everyone in the private room knew Smith quite well. No one stood up and just waved. Smith, too, nodded and smiled.
Mei Ni leaned against Smith's ear and whispered something. Smith nodded and looked at Tie Jun.
Meeting Smith's eyes, Tie Jun smiled and was about to get up, but was pulled back by Chu Yao.
"He doesn't like people being polite to him!"
Seeing Tie Jun's confused look, Chu Yao explained.
"That's his business!"
Tie Jun couldn't accept Chu Yao's explanation. After all, they were international friends. When they met for the first time, they couldn't let foreigners think that Chinese people didn't even understand the most basic etiquette.
Tie Jun still stood up. Smith's eyes lit up and the smile on his face deepened. He reached out and took Tie Jun's extended hand.
"Hello, Tie Jun, you must also know that my name is Smith, right? No wonder Mei Ni praises you. When we meet you today, you are indeed a talented person!"
Smith spoke fluent Chinese and his humble attitude somewhat surprised Tie Jun. He did not dare to look down upon him and smiled and nodded.
"Nice to meet you. As a recent graduate, how can I dare to call myself a talented person in front of you?"
"Don't be humble. Your boss is praising you, saying that at your age, he doesn't even have $200 in his pocket, but you are already a millionaire!"
Mei Ni interjected, Tie Jun was very annoyed, and this little thing about her had become Chu Yao's capital to show off.
"Old Shi, believe it or not, my Tiejun will be able to catch up with you in just a few years..."
"Chu Yao, don't talk like that. I don't have the ability, so don't..."
"Hahahaha, I'll wait and see!"
Tie Jun interrupted Chu Yao and Smith interrupted Tie Jun. There was a chill in his sunken eye sockets. Tie Jun sighed secretly, this guy is very cunning!
"I'm on Tiejun's side. I can't tell you what happened in five years. Old Shi, you're not good enough!"
Wan Qiu also came to join in the fun. Tie Jun frowned. He didn't understand why such a reserved girl came to Gonghuo. What kind of medicine was sold in her gourd?
"Please, please let me go and let's drink. Mr. Smith, what are you drinking?"
Tie Jun quickly changed the topic and looked at Smith.
"I don't dare compete with you Northeasterners for liquor. The taste of getting under the table is not pleasant. Let's go for beer. It won't look bad if you drink too much!"
There is something in Smith's words. It seems that he is very familiar with the Northeast, or is a Northeastern person, and it is very likely that he knows something about the Iron Army.
This made Tie Jun very passive. He felt like he was wearing big pants, but someone was sitting across from him in a suit. It was quite awkward to talk to him about anything.
He drank beer instead, and Smith was very good at adjusting the atmosphere. He made a lot of jokes and made everyone laugh.
What’s even funnier is that the beautiful woman from Xinjiang who wears a veil always moves a little too slowly. No one else laughs, but she keeps giggling.
After drinking for a long time, Tie Jun finally figured it out. Smith showed up. It turned out that he had something to ask Dongyu for, so he must have hit a snag.
Reminiscent of Dongyu's grandfather being the leader of the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications, if Motorola wants to do big business in China, there is an insurmountable gap.
Tie Jun knew very well that Motorola was amassing wealth in China through pagers, and Chinese pagers had not yet been launched, so his request for winter rain must have something to do with this.
This guess was soon confirmed. Late Qiu whispered to Tie Jun that someone in China was also developing Chinese pagers and had made some breakthroughs.
Smith wanted to help him negotiate with Dongyu to see if there was a basis for cooperation, that is, joint development, successful research and development, and the ownership of the patent to Motorola.
"Hahaha, the Americans have a good plan, but they also want to use money to throw money at people!"
Having come across so many cases of Laomi acquiring old Chinese brands in his previous life, Tie Jun couldn't help but reply with a smile.
"So, Dongyu and I have discussed setting up a communications company, inviting the R&D team, and stepping up research and development to get it to market before Motorola!"
"This is a good thing. Dongyu has no problem getting support from national policies. If it is successfully developed in front of Laomi, it will make the Chinese people look good!"
"It's about bringing glory to the country, right?"
"of course!"
"Then can you do it?"
"I?"
"Yes, we have limited energy. Most importantly, we have no direction and we don't know how to do it!"
"Okay, you two have already planned it, are you just waiting for me to take the bait?"
"It's up to you, no one is forcing you!"
Late Autumn smiled slightly, but Tie Jun couldn't smile. He knew it was an opportunity, but with the winter rain, he was very worried, fearing that he would fall into the shit tray.
"My dear, do it. This way, you can come to Beijing in the future, and we can take root here!"
Chu Yao, who had been silent, shook Tie Jun's arm, with excitement on her face. Tie Jun glanced at Chu Yao and felt that she could come to Beijing because she had so many little plans behind her.
"Let me think about this!"
"Of course, we are waiting for good news!"
Wan Qiu smiled and pointed at Smith, who was clinking glasses with a Xinjiang beauty, and then at Mei Ni, who had a blushing face.
"What do you mean?"
"Smith is not a good person, he is just an old pervert, and Sister Mei Ni is just one of his toys!"
There was no need for Wan Qiu to explain, Chu Yao pouted and said.
"He is a frequent visitor here. He chooses his prey when he comes here. Before you guys came to Beijing, he fell in love with a little model who was here. He was only 18, a Sichuan girl.
The little model liked to listen to a singer named Ajie singing, so he gave the dance hall owner 20,000 yuan and let Ajie sing there for two months.
Later, he gave Sichuan girl 50,000 yuan and arranged for her to work under Sister Mei Ni. She was tired of working in the office every day, and he did it in front of Sister Mei Ni. Don’t you think it’s irritating?”
Wan Qiu's little teeth gritted loudly, and Chu Yao squeezed Tie Jun's arm tightly.
"Then who should you blame? Flies don't bite seamless eggs!"
Tie Jun glanced at Mei Ni and muttered softly.
"Brother-in-law, if it were you, my mother had no money for medical treatment and was lying in bed waiting to die. Her three younger brothers and sisters were all in school, and my father died in a car accident.
At this time, if someone gives you money, it can not only provide medical treatment for your mother, but also allow your younger brothers and sisters to live a good life, what will you choose?"
Tie Jun was silent. The answer was obvious. He would do the same thing. What's more, he had done it once in his previous life. In order to save Tie Lin, he risked a lifetime of happiness.
"Can't answer?
In Smith's eyes, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with money.
You have also seen those stars today. Perhaps in the eyes of movie fans, they are high above others and are idols sought after by millions of people.
But in the eyes of really wealthy foreigners like Smith, all products are clearly marked with prices, and it’s just a matter of spending more and less.”