After hearing this, Bao Junyi began to think carefully. This is not impossible.

After thinking for a while, he said without a clue: "No matter who is behind this, don't let me find out."

"Hurry up now and arrange the things I told you to do before as soon as possible."

Bao Junyi looked at Walker again and said, "Thank you for your hard work during this period. You will work in three shifts and complete the delivery as soon as possible."

"Boss, I'll make arrangements as soon as I get back. I'll personally keep an eye on it."

Bao Junyi nodded and said, "Shihan, please complete the talent priorities they requested according to Director Walker's request."

"We can even increase the commissions for international headhunters so they can recruit talent internationally."

Chu Shihan hesitated and said, "If we prioritize the students, it might affect Dean Jiang Wenlong's recruitment efforts."

"There are so many of them, it's okay to delay a little."

“As for the talent development program within the group, it must be accelerated and expanded.”

"We can even cooperate with mainland universities to provide scholarships and loans to help poor families complete their studies, and we can also sign contracts for outstanding students to join the group for internships."

Jiang Shihan said with a bitter face, "Bao Sheng, if we follow your plan, our Human Resources Department will also need a large allocation, and we don't have enough funds right now."

Bao Junyi nodded and said, "Funding is no problem, but things must be done well, especially the handling of matters in the mainland."

"Also, we cannot sign unfair terms with students or discriminate against mainlanders. We must treat them equally."

"If I find out, or if something goes terribly wrong, don't blame me for demoting you."

Chu Shihan wiped her forehead in surprise and said seriously, "Don't worry, Baosheng, it will definitely not happen."

Bao Junyi looked at the financial director Liu Mengmeng and said, "Shihan's funding will be specially approved as long as it meets the requirements."

"If you're undecided, come to Mr. Jia first, and then come to me."

Liu Mengmeng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give birth to a child."

Bao Junyi arranged the company's affairs in the office, and then the executives left one after another.

When there was no one in the office, he picked up the landline on the desk and dialed a number.

night.

At this time, it is located in the royal palace of the capital of Saudi Arabia in the Middle East.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Ring...Ring."

About a minute later, the phone was answered: "Hello, this is the Third Prince's residence. I am the butler Leon. Who is this?"

Arabic was spoken in the microphone, and Bao Junyi could still understand it. After all, in his previous life, Lan Xing worked at Locke Martin and dealt with many Middle Eastern clients, so he taught himself Arabic.

Bao Junyi said in Arabic: "Hello, I'm Bao Junyi, looking for your third prince, Nicholas Aziz."

Leon was surprised by Bao Junyi's Arabic. After a while, he said, "Hello, Mr. Bao. The Third Prince is upstairs now. I will report the transfer immediately."

"OK."

A few minutes later, the voice came from the microphone again.

"Hello, Mr. Bao."

"Just now, the housekeeper said it was you, and I was shocked. I thought the housekeeper had lied to me."

Bao Junyi said with a smile, "Prince Aziz, I'm sorry to bother you in the middle of the night."

"It's okay. I'm not asleep yet. I'm enjoying the moon."

Bao Junyi thought that this prince was quite elegant, but the following voice did not think so.

At this moment, three delicate girls were lying on Nicolas Aziz's bed, wearing light gauze, their skin faintly visible.

When he answered Bao Junyi's call, he was hugging beautiful women on both sides.

He held the phone in his left hand while his right hand wandered dishonestly over the girl's body.

At this time, Bao Junyi could still hear the moans coming from the other end of the microphone.

Bao Junyi smiled bitterly and said, "Prince Aziz, I'm sorry to bother you. I'll make it short."

"It's okay, Mr. Bao. If you have something to say... just say it."

At this time, Nicolas Aziz seemed to be enjoying something and his speech was not very clear.

Bao Junyi's body was almost shaken by the moans of several women coming from the microphone.

He quickly said, "Prince Aziz, I would like to borrow your military airport in the southwest to refuel. Is that possible?"

Suddenly, there was silence on the other side of the microphone.

After a while, a voice came over the microphone: "Mr. Bao, why do you suddenly need to borrow the military airport to refuel?"

"Haha, I have something to ask, so I wonder if the Royal Family of Shat would be willing to borrow it?"

"If it's really inconvenient, I can ask other areas."

"Mr. Bao, there's absolutely no problem using the military airport to refuel. These are just minor issues."

"I'll be at the Southwest Military Airport later. Just give me a heads up."

Bao Junyi smiled and said, "Thank you, Third Prince Aziz."

"I'll report the routes and landing times of the four planes to you in the next two days. I'll trouble you then."

"Mr. Bao, you're welcome."

The two people's communication was almost over.

Bao Junyi teased, "By the way, Prince Aziz, I see you're usually very busy with work. I have some ancient Chinese wines, such as tiger sac wine, ox sac wine, and wolfberry wine. Would you like me to bring you some next time?"

At this moment, Prince Aziz, who was drinking water, spit it out.

"Ahem... ahem."

"Mr. Bao, don't talk nonsense. I'm fine there, I don't need that kind of thing."

"If you insist on giving it to me, just bring a little of everything next time so I can give it to Uncle Wang to taste. He's busier than I am at work."

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