Chapter 10 Vergil

"Huh? Is this what Vergil looks like? Why does he look different from the photo on the billboard?"

"Yeah yeah."

"It doesn't seem right."

Everyone only saw this gentle and elegant handsome man gracefully performing a standard courtesy greeting to the merchants present who were talking about him, which was very pleasing to the eyes.

"Everyone, I am Vergil's translator Victoria. The one behind me is the Vergil you have been eager to meet. Please give Vergil a warm round of applause to welcome him!"

Accompanied by thunderous applause, Victoria bent sideways and made way for the others with a gesture of invitation.

I saw a man walking steadily and gracefully, and every step he took seemed like he was walking on the fashion avenue of Paris. With his carefully groomed brown curly hair and angular face, he had the appearance of a standard French handsome man.

"Wow!! This is Vergil!! He's much more handsome in person than in the photo."

"That's right! I really want to marry him."

"Yes, it is a great honor to meet the famous Vergil under such circumstances."

Some of the daughters of celebrities could not help but whisper their feelings to their companions.

Vergil walked towards the direction of Arendon with a smile on his face. Victor ordered the bodyguards behind him to wait at the door, and then he and the bodyguard leader followed closely behind. Everyone retreated to the sides and made way.

Upon seeing this, Aransong hurriedly took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and spoke in a slightly excited tone.

"Hello, Mr. Vergil, I've heard a lot about you. You're the largest snack manufacturer in France."

Vergil reached out and politely shook Alison's hand, speaking in broken French Mandarin.

"Hello, Mr. Asamatsu, nice to meet you. I am still learning Chinese, so our conversation will need to be conveyed through my translator."

Alansong smiled politely, looked at Victoria and nodded.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a moment before getting down to business.

"Then I'll get to the point, Mr. Asamatsu. I want to cooperate with your company to open up the Chinese market."

"Mr. Vergil, thank you for your kindness, but our company is just a small one."

"No, no, no, Mr. Aranematsu, I think you have great potential. This is not a matter of company size. I admire you very much. I also make healthy snacks for our people. You and I are the same."

Alan Song was silent for a while. Vergil's main business had little to do with the future development of his own company. If his small company cooperated with Vergil, his company might develop into Vergil's subsidiary in China in the future, which was not in line with the original intention of its establishment.

But if he refuses, with so many people around, where will Vergil save face?

Aranematsu thought quickly about how to refuse gracefully, but at the same time, he suddenly remembered that the voice of the translator sounded familiar, and the more he listened, the more familiar it sounded. He couldn't remember it for a moment.

On Liang Pin's side, A Muxiao saw that Liang Pin was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time, so he couldn't help but poke Liang Pin's shoulder.

"Hey, why are you so surprised? What Brother Wei? Do you know him?"

"No, no, no, I don't know him. I recognized the wrong person. The translator looked too much like a friend of mine, but when I looked carefully, I found that it was not him. I recognized the wrong person." Liang Pin lowered his head and ate the cake in his hand with big mouthfuls, not daring to look up.

"Let's go after we finish eating." Liang Pin was afraid that it was Brother Wei, but he missed Brother Wei whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He didn't know if Brother Wei had any impression of what happened with Brother Song. If it was really Brother Wei, it might just be a coincidence.

"Hold on a little longer, it will be almost done. Wait for my brother to come and we can go together." Amuxiao said in a somewhat bored voice.

Meanwhile, the person on the other side spoke while Asong was silent.

"Could it be that Mr. Alematsu doesn't think highly of me?" At this moment, Victoria's translator's voice suddenly rose as if to express Vergil's anger.

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