Can we meet today?
Zhang Yuanqing perked up and said, "He's in Songhai? Give me his contact information and address."
Zhang's mother hummed in agreement: "I'll send you a text 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 confident in her son's social skills.
"I know, my foreign language skills are pretty good," Zhang Yuanqing said.
His mother seemed unusually free today and didn't end the call immediately, saying:
"Your grandmother told me that you've been staying up late playing games with Yu'er lately? That will affect your studies."
What's the use of studying? Teachers won't teach me how to攻略The Way of the Extraordinary, Zhang Yuanqing thought. "Don't listen to Grandma exaggerating. I only play games with Auntie on weekends."
I play alone the rest of the time.
Zhang's mother said helplessly:
"Your grandmother means that you shouldn't always hang out with Yu'er on weekends. She should be finding a boyfriend. She can't always put her energy into you. You're both close in age and at the age where you should 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, I have to go to class now."
He forcefully hung up on his mother.
"Grandma, why did you tell my mom on me again? Can we still call this family? I'm going to break off all ties with you," Zhang Yuanqing shouted, lying on his bed.
The bedroom door opened, and his grandmother stood there holding a broom, glaring at him: "What did you say?"
"I said I love Grandma the most, Grandma is better than my mom, and I want to be your son too," Zhang Yuanqing said, knowing how to yield when necessary.
His grandmother snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.
Zhang Yuanqing pouted, glanced at his phone, and seeing that his mother's text message hadn't arrived, he got up and sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, logged into the official database, and searched for Chi Yue'an.
In a few seconds, this person's relevant resume appeared clearly and plainly before Zhang Yuanqing.
With his current permissions, he could access the information of most deacons in the Songhai branch.
Except for geniuses like Fu Qingyang with noble backgrounds.
Chi Yue'an was originally an adopted son-in-law of the Zhu family. The Zhu family was a family of musicians. Because musicians were good at nurturing and creating Life Essence, the three musician families were often referred to as the "Three Life Families."
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 rose from an ordinary member to a captain and then a deacon.
His signature items were the Sweet Dew Inner Armor and the 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.
"It's been more than a year since he became a Saint, so he must have experienced four or five solo instances and more than a dozen multiplayer instances. Even if he had some wins and losses, he must have accumulated a lot of experience and be close to Level 5. It was wise not to get entangled with him last night and to use Bewitchment to escape."
Regardless of items, there is a big difference between Level 4 and Level 4. The difference between Saints and the Extraordinary is even more ridiculous.
Kou Beiyue probably had one or two trump cards in his hand, which is why he dared to assassinate a Saint.
But he still failed.
Zhang Yuanqing secretly decided to investigate privately and then hand over the collected evidence to Fu Qingyang, preferably without exposing himself. Otherwise, being enemies with 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 looked away from the computer and grabbed his phone to check the message.
Demon Eye Heavenly King: "You purified my mark?"
++! Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingled. He replied, pretending to be calm: "What's the problem?"
I should immediately have Wang Tai lock down his location.
If the five elders ganged up on him, wouldn't he be afraid of any premeditation? Could it be that the other Heavenly Kings of the Military God Sect have also arrived?
Demon Eye Heavenly King: "The power of the Sun God is not something that a Night Wanderer at the Extraordinary stage can control. I had someone check Yuan Ting. They said he was summoned to the capital recently. There are videos of him being abused on the Taiyi Sect official forum every day. You're not him!"
Zhang Yuanqing was startled and almost dropped his phone. After thinking about it, he replied:
"Who exactly are you? Why are you acting so strangely?"
Demon Eye Heavenly King: ". Heh, you shouldn't be completely unaware of the things I did in Songhai a few days ago, as a Level 3 Night Wanderer. 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 the ability in this field."
"Whatever," Zhang Yuanqing replied stubbornly.
"Heh, has anyone ever told you that my Demon Eye can find靈境行者? Although Songhai is big, Kangyang District isn't. If I spend some time, I can still find you. I think your expression will be interesting next time I find you."
Are you bored? Are you threatening official practitioners to have fun while looking for Yuanshi Tianzun and the Master of the Zhisha Palace? Zhang Yuanqing silently closed the secondary 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定位method will be useful someday.
"Not many people should know that I can use the power of the Sun God. This is a bit bad. The Demon Eye has more and more clues. How long can I hide? The Master of the Zhisha Palace is even more of a苟than I am."
Just as he was thinking, his mother's text message arrived late.
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, Head of Marketing Department, Ant Pharmaceutical Company.
Ant Pharmaceutical. Zhang Yuanqing turned on his computer and searched for information about this company online.
He was shocked after reading it. Ant Pharmaceutical was a very famous pharmaceutical company abroad, a pharmaceutical giant ranked among the top ten in the world.
"Mom's career is more successful than I imagined." Zhang Yuanqing memorized the phone number and dialed the number on the business card.
"Beep beep~"
The phone rang twice, and a woman answered with a string of foreign languages.
Zhang Yuanqing roughly understood what she meant and replied in a foreign language:
"I'm Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarantino."
"Please wait, let me check the appointment." A few seconds later, the female voice replied: "Okay, Mr. Tarantino instructed us that he has been waiting for you. Sir, can you please tell me your address so we can send a car to pick you up?"
"No, no need, I'll come myself." Zhang Yuanqing was now very concerned about keeping his residential information confidential.
"Okay! Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Let Mr. Bill wash himself clean and wait for me? Zhang Yuanqing said: "No need to help, I'll be over now."
Ending the call, he put on his shoes and rummaged through the closet for the suit Li Dongze had tailored for him, putting it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.
The platoon leader, who emphasized elegance, required his subordinates to dress formally for work, so he had a suit tailored for him. Later, because he made repeated achievements and was so meritorious that he intimidated the platoon leader, the platoon leader's bottom line became lower and lower.
From preparing happy water in the refrigerator to not needing to wear a suit.
And later, suspecting that he and Guan Ya were传道受业in the bathroom, the platoon leader 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, sneaked out of the house, and hailed a taxi on the roadside to go to International Building.
International Building is one of the landmark buildings in Songhai's most central CBD area. Many famous financial companies are stationed here, and well-known foreign companies also like to open their mainland branch addresses here.
As Songhai is a bridgehead for foreign capital, there are many similar places, but International Building is the most famous.
It was the rush hour for work. White-collar elites in suits and leather shoes crossed the road in groups, rushing to the major office buildings.
The mass of heads and the crowded traffic are a sight in Songhai's CBD area.
Most of these office workers can't afford to rent apartments in the CBD area. They need to take the subway for more than 40 minutes to get to work every day. The first thing they do when they wake up is not to enjoy breakfast, but to rush to the subway before dawn to avoid being late for work.
Their pace of life is so fast that even a rare beauty like Zhang Yuanqing is not noticed by the older sisters and aunts. Their attention is all on the traffic lights.
As soon as the green light turns on, they quickly cross the pedestrian lane, not daring to stop for a moment.
Zhang Yuanqing followed this group of office workers, crossed the road, and arrived at the bottom of International Building, then dialed Bill Tarantino's number.
"I need an employee card to enter the building, I can't get up," he said in not-so-standard foreign language.
"Please wait."
A few minutes later, a man in a cyan suit and a white shirt walked out of the building, looked around, and said loudly: "Is there a Mr. Zhang here?"
Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand: "Here."
The suited man scrutinized him, revealing a warm smile: "I'm Mr. Tarantino's assistant, he asked me to come downstairs to pick you up."
The two waited for a long time downstairs before squeezing into an elevator. The suited man raised his hand to protect Zhang Yuanqing, creating a space for him, and apologized:
"Sorry, there are just so many people at this time."
Zhang Yuanqing had not reached the age to apply for a job, nor had he ever been to such a place. He nodded reservedly and did not express his opinion.
The elevator stopped on the 37th floor, and he followed the suited man out of the car.
The entire 37th floor was the office area of Ant Pharmaceutical. The suited man led him into the marketing department and said to the receptionist girl:
"Annie, the customer she's waiting for has arrived, please notify her."
The receptionist girl nodded slightly, picked up the landline and reported. After a while, a woman with a tall figure, a white shirt and a skirt suit, walked out from inside.
She was about thirty years old, with golden hair scattered, and azure eyes like the sea, rippling with charming spring love. Her facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional, and she was an extremely charming beauty.
When she walked towards him, it was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, with a kind of temptation that made the men in the office stare infatuatedly.
The foreign woman looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down a few times, smiled and reached out her hand, saying in fluent Chinese: "Hello, my name is Annie, you are younger than I imagined."
"Hello, hello!" Zhang Yuanqing shook her hand, unconsciously squeezing her soft and smooth hand a few times, and praised: "Your Chinese is also better than I imagined."
Hearing this, Annie showed a smug smile: "Chinese is difficult to learn, but it only took me three years to master it."
She did not withdraw her hand, allowing the young man to take advantage of her, her smile becoming more charming.
"Oh my goodness, what a woman blessed by God, your language talent amazes me, unlike me, I've studied foreign languages for half my life, and 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 communicate normally, you don't need to speak English-style Chinese to me."
"Oh, god, that's great," Zhang Yuanqing said happily.
"" Annie forced a smile: "Come with me, Mr. Tarantino."
Zhang Yuanqing then reluctantly let go of her hand and followed the female assistant inside. During this process, his eyes seemed to lose control, magnetically attracted to Annie's buttocks.
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The round buttocks wrapped in the skirt suit, like peaches, like a full moon, brought a hormonal agitation.
This woman...
Before long, the two stopped at the minister's office. Annie lightly knocked 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 luxurious. On the right was a handmade solid wood desk, and a striped little flag stood on the right corner.
On the left was a reception area with soft sofas, a glass coffee table, a wine cabinet, and so on.
Sitting in front of the solid wood desk was a foreign man wearing a light-colored casual suit, with short light brown hair, three-dimensional facial 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, and he was a mature and tasteful middle-aged man.
Bill Tarantino slowly stood up and walked towards the reception sofa, smiling and said:
"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, would you like my assistant to prepare breakfast?"
"Thank you." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and declined, sitting down on the soft sofa. Bill Tarantino sat down opposite him and said gently:
"Your mother and I are close business partners. She is a very capable and strong woman. I admire her very much, but I also have a headache because she is always aggressive at the negotiating table.
But she has one advantage, which is that she is very efficient and never engages in false courtesies and annoying social engagements. This is a quality that many大陆businessmen I've met don't have."
She just wants to make money from you foreigners as soon as possible, after all, she is a workaholic who even thinks attending her son's parent-teacher conference is inefficient. Zhang Yuanqing吐槽his mother in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face: "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 on his lower abdomen:
"Are you talking about the pills to treat your headache?"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded:
"I'm very curious what this medicine is. I can't buy it outside except from Ant Pharmaceutical, and I can't find any information about it. My mother said that it is a new drug developed by your company. To be honest,
That doesn't convince me. Developing new drugs requires extremely high costs, a rare and uncommon disease
"I'm very curious what this medicine is. I can't buy it outside except from Ant Pharmaceutical, and I can't find any information about it. My mother said that it is a new drug developed by your company. To be honest,
That doesn't convince me. Developing new drugs requires extremely high costs, a rare and uncommon ailment, cannot bring you huge profits."
Bill Tarantino thought for a few seconds and said:
"You're right, this medicine wasn't developed for research purposes. It just happens to be able to relieve your headache. The medicine we developed is suitable for all problems of the soul, repairing the trauma of the soul.
Sorry, my description is a bit problematic, let me correct it, it's the spirit. In Chinese, the word spirit is more appropriate."
Suitable for the trauma of the soul. Zhang Yuanqing was silent.
ps: I will update the wrong words first and then correct them later. Today's Chinese test paper is very difficult. After I reviewed the essay topic, I had only three words in my head: what the hell?