Today we can meet?

Zhang Yuanqing perked up and said, "He's in Songhai? Give me his contact information and address."

Mother Zhang hummed in agreement. "I'll send you a text message later. That gentleman is a very successful businessman abroad and an important business partner of mine. Pay attention to your words and actions when you meet him. You should be good at this."

She was very confident in her son's social skills.

"I know. My foreign language skills are pretty good," Zhang Yuanqing said.

His mother was exceptionally free today and didn't end the call immediately. She said, "I heard from your grandmother that you've been staying up all night playing games with Yu'er lately? It'll affect your studies."

"What's the use of studying? Teachers won't teach me how to攻略灵境," Zhang Yuanqing said. "Don't listen to Grandma's exaggerations. I only play games with my aunt on weekends."

The rest of the time, I play alone.

Mother Zhang said helplessly, "Your grandmother means that you shouldn't always hang out with Yu'er on weekends. She should be finding a boyfriend, not always putting her energy into you. You two aren't that far apart in age and are both at the age to be dating. It's not good to always be together."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became irritable. "If you want to lecture me, wait until you get back. I'm hanging up if there's nothing else. I have to go out to class now."

He hung up the phone forcefully.

"Grandma, why did you tell my mom again? Can we even call this family affection anymore? I'm going to sever ties with you," Zhang Yuanqing shouted loudly, lying on the bed.

The bedroom door opened, and his grandmother stood there with a broom, looking at him coldly. "What did you say?"

"I said I love Grandma the most. Grandma is even better than my mom. I even want to be your son," Zhang Yuanqing said, knowing when to yield.

His grandmother snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Yuanqing curled his lip and glanced at his phone. Seeing that his mother's message hadn't arrived yet, he got up and sat at the desk, turned on the computer, logged into the official database, and searched for Chi Yue'an.

A few seconds later, all of his relevant information was clearly displayed before Zhang Yuanqing's eyes.

With his current permissions, he could access the information of most of the deacons in the Songhai branch.

Except for geniuses like Fu Qingyang who had noble backgrounds.

Chi Yue'an was originally a live-in son-in-law of the Zhu family. The Zhu family was a family of musicians, and because musicians were good at nurturing and creating life essence, the three families of musicians were often called the "Three Families of Life."

When Chi Yue'an joined the Five Elements Alliance, he was only a level 2 Fire Master. With the support of the Zhu family, his level rose step by step, and his position also advanced from an ordinary member all the way to captain and deacon.

His signature items were the Ganlin Neijia (Sweet Dew Inner Armor) and the Chi Yan Shenbing (Crimson Flame Divine Weapon). The former was a high-level item for the musician profession, and the latter was an item for the Fire Master profession.

"He's been a Saint for more than a year, so he must have experienced four or five single-player dungeons and more than a dozen multiplayer dungeons. Even if he won some and lost some during that time, he should have accumulated enough experience points, close to level 5. It was wise not to entangle with him last night and to use my charm to escape."

Regardless of items, there was a big difference between level 4 and level 4. The difference between a Saint and a Transcendent was even more outrageous.

That Kou Beiyue probably had one or two trump cards in his hand, which was why he dared to assassinate a Saint.

But he still failed.

Zhang Yuanqing secretly decided to investigate in private and then submit the collected evidence to Fu Qingyang, preferably without exposing himself. Otherwise, being an enemy of a deacon would have endless troubles.

And there was also the Zhu family behind him.

"Ding!"

The phone emitted a short, clear notification sound. Zhang Yuanqing's gaze left the computer screen, and he picked up the phone to check the message.

Demon Eye Heavenly King: "You purified my mark?"

"++! "Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingled. He replied calmly, "What's the problem?"

I should immediately have Wang Tai lock down his location.

If the five elders swarmed him, would I still be afraid that he had a conspiracy? Could it be that the other Heavenly Kings of the Holy See have also come?

Demon Eye Heavenly King: "The power of the Sun God is not something that a Night Wanderer at the Transcendent stage can control. I had someone investigate Yuan Ting, and they said that he was summoned to Beijing a while ago. There are videos of him being abused on the Taiyi Sect official forum every day. You're not him!"

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and almost dropped his phone. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Who exactly are you? Why are you acting so strangely?"

Demon Eye Heavenly King: "Heh, you, as a level 3 Night Wanderer, shouldn't be completely unaware of the things I did in Songhai a few days ago. Are you pretending not to know me? Well, there can't be too many Night Wanderers in Songhai who can use the power of the Sun God. It won't be difficult to find out your identity unless you've never used that field of ability."

"Whatever," Zhang Yuanqing replied stubbornly.

"Heh, has anyone told you that my Demon Eye can find Spirit Realm Walkers? Although Songhai is big, Kangyang District isn't. If I spend some time, I can still find you. I think the next time I find you, your expression will be very interesting."

"Are you bored, threatening official walkers for fun while looking for Yuan Shi Tian Zun and the Palace Master of Zhisha?" Zhang Yuanqing silently closed his spare card and stopped replying.

He wanted to delete the Demon Eye Heavenly King even more, but he felt that having a friend would at least allow him to indirectly control the Demon Eye's attitude and movements.

Perhaps the phone positioning method would be useful someday.

"Not many people should know that I can use the power of the Sun God. This is a little bad. The Demon Eye's clues are getting more and more numerous. How long can I hide? The Palace Master of Zhisha is even better at hiding than I am..."

Just as he was thinking, his mother's message arrived belatedly.

It was a photo of a business card with a name, contact information, and company position printed on it.

His mother also wrote a Songhai address on the business card.

Bill Tarantino, Minister of the Marketing Department of Ante Pharmaceutical Company.

"Ante Pharmaceutical?" Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer and searched for information about this company online.

He was shocked after reading it. Ante Pharmaceutical was a very famous foreign pharmaceutical company, one of the top ten pharmaceutical giants in the world.

"Mom's career is more successful than I imagined," Zhang Yuanqing recorded the phone number and dialed the number on the business card.

"Beep beep~"

The ringtone rang twice, and a woman answered on the other end, firing off a string of foreign languages.

Zhang Yuanqing roughly understood the meaning and replied in a foreign language, "I'm Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarantino."

"Wait a moment, let me check the appointment." After a few seconds, the female voice replied, "Okay, Mr. Tarantino has instructed me that he's been waiting for you. Sir, could you please tell me your address so we can send a car to pick you up?"

"No, thank you. I'll come over myself." Zhang Yuanqing was now very concerned about keeping his residential information confidential.

"Okay! Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Have Mr. Bill wash up and wait for me?" Zhang Yuanqing said, "No need for help, I'll be over now."

After ending the call, he put on his shoes, rummaged through the closet for the suit Li Dongze had made for him, and put it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.

The section chief, who emphasized elegance, required his subordinates to wear formal attire to and from work, so he had a suit made for him. Later, because he repeatedly performed meritorious service and his merits shook the chief, the section chief's bottom line became lower and lower.

From preparing happy water from the refrigerator to not needing to wear a suit.

And later, suspecting that he and Guan Ya were teaching and learning in the bathroom, the section chief only commented: "There are hotels nearby. It's not very elegant to do things in the unit."

Dressed in a suit, Zhang Yuanqing quietly left the bedroom, slipped out of the house, and hailed a taxi on the roadside to go to the International Building.

The International Building is one of the landmark buildings in the most central CBD area of Songhai. Many famous financial companies are stationed here, and well-known foreign companies also like to open their mainland branch addresses here.

As a bridgehead for overseas capital, Songhai has many similar places. The International Building is the most famous of them.

At this time, it was the peak of rush hour. Well-dressed office elites crossed the road in groups, flocking to the major office buildings.

The dense crowd of people and the crowded traffic were a sight to behold in the Songhai CBD area.

Most of these office workers couldn't afford to rent apartments in the CBD area. They had to take the subway for more than 40 minutes every day. The first thing they did when they woke up was not to enjoy breakfast, but to rush to the subway, hoping not to be late for work.

Their pace of life was so fast that even rare handsome men like Zhang Yuanqing were too lazy for the older women to even glance at. Their attention was all on the traffic lights.

As soon as the green light turned on, they sped across the pedestrian crossing, not daring to stop for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing followed this group of office workers, crossed the road, and arrived at the International Building. Then, he dialed Bill Tarantino's number.

"I need an employee card to get into the building. I can't get up," he said in broken foreign language.

"Wait a moment."

A few minutes later, a man in a cyan suit and white shirt walked out of the building, looked around, and called out, "Is there a Mr. Zhang here?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand. "Here."

The man in the suit sized him up and revealed a warm smile. "I'm Mr. Tarantino's assistant. He sent me downstairs to pick you up."

The two waited for a long time downstairs before squeezing into an elevator. The man in the suit raised his hand to protect Zhang Yuanqing, creating a space for him. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's just so crowded at this time."

Zhang Yuanqing was not yet at the age to be applying for jobs, and he had never been to such a place before. He nodded reservedly, without expressing his opinion.

The elevator stopped on the 37th floor, and he followed the man in the suit out of the elevator.

The entire 37th floor was Ante Pharmaceutical's office space. The man in the suit led him into the marketing department and said to the receptionist, "Annie, the customer you've been waiting for has arrived. Please notify her."

The receptionist nodded slightly, picked up the telephone to report. After a while, a tall woman in a white shirt and skirt came out from inside.

She was about thirty years old, with golden hair spread out, and azure eyes like the sea, rippling with amorous feelings. Her features were delicate and three-dimensional, making her an extremely charming beauty.

When she walked towards him, it was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, with a charm that made the men in the office stare blankly.

The foreign woman looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down a few times, smiled, and extended her hand. Her Chinese was fluent. "Hello, my name is Annie. You're younger than I expected."

"Hello, hello!" Zhang Yuanqing reached out and shook her hand, unconsciously squeezing her soft and smooth little hand a few times. He praised, "Your Chinese is better than I expected."

Hearing this, Annie revealed a proud smile. "Chinese is very difficult to learn, but I only used three years to master it."

She didn't withdraw her hand, letting this young man take advantage of her. Her smile became more and more charming.

"Oh my god, what a woman blessed by God. Your language talent amazes me. Unlike me, I've studied foreign languages for half my life, but my pronunciation is still not standard, but I really studied hard, I swear," Zhang Yuanqing said.

Annie was stunned for a moment and said, "I can speak normally. You don't have to speak English-style Chinese with me."

"Oh, god, that's great," Zhang Yuanqing said happily.

"" Annie forced a smile: "Come with me, Mr. Tarantino."

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly let go of her hand and followed the female assistant inside. During this process, his gaze seemed to lose control, magnetically attracted to Annie's buttocks.

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The rounded buttocks wrapped in the skirt, like peaches, like the full moon, brought a hormonal agitation.

This woman...

Before long, the two stopped at the minister's office. Annie knocked lightly on the brown wooden door and said in English, "Mr. Tarantino, your guest has arrived."

A mellow male voice came from the office: "Come in!"

Annie twisted open 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 standing on the right corner.

On the left was the reception area, with soft sofas, glass coffee tables, wine cabinets, and so on.

Sitting at the solid wood desk was a foreign man in a light-colored casual suit, with short light brown hair, three-dimensional features, and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

His eyes were deep and calm, revealing the vicissitudes of having experienced too many things. He was a mature man with a lot of charm.

Bill Tarantino slowly stood up, walked towards the reception sofa, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Zhang. Would you like 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's a very capable and strong woman. I admire her, but I also have a headache because she's always aggressive at the negotiating table. But she has one advantage, which is that she's very efficient. She never does fake pleasantries or annoying social interactions. This is a quality that many mainland businessmen I've met don't have."

"She just wants to make money from you foreigners as soon as possible, right? After all, she's a workaholic who thinks it's inefficient to even attend her son's parent-teacher conferences." Zhang Yuanqing complained about his mother in his heart, but showed a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Tarantino, thank you for your praise. Like my mother, I hate inefficient communication. Do you know the purpose of my visit today?"

Bill Tarantino leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and placed his hands together on his stomach. He said, "Are you talking about the pill to treat your headache?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "I'm very curious about what this medicine is. I can't buy it outside of Ante Pharmaceutical, and I can't find any information about it. My mother said that it's a new drug developed by your company. To be honest, that doesn't convince me. Developing a new drug requires extremely high costs, and a rare and not widespread disease can't bring you huge profits."

Bill Tarantino thought for a few seconds and said, "You're right, this medicine wasn't developed for profit. It just happens to be able to relieve your headache. The medicine we developed is suitable for all problems of the soul, repairing the wounds of the soul. Sorry, my description is a bit problematic. Let me correct it, it's the spirit. In Chinese, the word精神 is more suitable."

Suitable for the wounds of the soul... Zhang Yuanqing was silent.

ps: I'll update and correct the typos later. Today's Chinese exam paper was very difficult. After reviewing the essay topic, I only had three words in my mind: "What is that?"