Lin Chen, on the other hand, was discussing with Zhang Yiming the possibility of developing his career in Meidi.
"Mr. Lin, Meidi's branch office has been registered and is located near Silicon Valley."
"Wow, what a great place! I'm getting a little excited just thinking about going to Silicon Valley to sell bubble tea and fried chicken."
Zhang Yiming's lips twitched.
Just then, Lin Chen's phone rang.
It turned out to be Mi Xinqun from the Overseas Development Association, a group whose members had never spoken before.
Minister Wang: "With the joint efforts of the government and Lin Chen, Meidi will provide preferential policies to the four companies in the group, including a green channel for government affairs and low-interest loans. We thank Lin Chen!"
Li Yanhong: "Thank you, Mr. Lin!"
Jack Ma: "Thanks!"
Tony: "Thanks!"
Lin Chen: "Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome. We should chat more in the group. I see no one is talking in this group."
What Lin Chen didn't know was that Li Yanhong, Jack, and Tony had a separate QQ group.
That's normal. After all, even a four-person dorm room can have seven or eight group chats. For Lin Chen and his group of four, having only two group chats is already considered very few.
Minister Wang sent Lin Chen another private message.
"Lin Chen, which industry are you planning to work in at Meidi this time?"
"The same old three things: cell phone, milk tea, and fried chicken."
Minister Wang: ￣□￣｜｜
I'm asking you seriously!
"I answered seriously."
"No, you're really going to sell milk tea and fried chicken? Didn't we say before that we were going to use internet technology to make money, not the real economy?"
"Milk tea and fried chicken don't necessarily involve the real economy."
"Huh? No, Lin Chen, who are you trying to fool?"
"Oh, Minister Wang, just trust me. I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer. Besides, even if you asked me to work on Douyin or some financial products on Meidi now, they might not let me."
Minister Wang was taken aback. That's true. Lin Chen had put on such a big show with the Koreans, it would be strange if the Americans let Lin Chen go back to America and do it all over again.
"Fine, I'm definitely not as professional as you at doing business."
"That's right, hahaha, I'll bring you some local specialties next time I come back from America."
"Tch, what special products could America have? Aren't they all made in China?"
"US dollars!"
"￣□￣｜｜, you little brat, don't get me into trouble!"
In the golden autumn of September, the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Lin Chen, An Rou, Xiao Fa, Ye Qian, and Su Xiaowan, a group of five, are preparing to travel to California, USA.
Su Xiaowan went to Stanford University to pursue a master's degree, while Lin Chen, An Rou, Xiao Fa, and Ye Qian went to Xingchen Technology's Meidi branch to conduct business.
The boss personally led the team, which shows how much importance he attached to it.
After a flight of about 12 hours, the five people finally landed safely in California.
The flight took off at 10 p.m. last night, and it's morning now.
"Lin Chen, the car that's picking us up is already in the airport parking lot."
An Rou looked at the messages on her phone and said.
"Okay, sure."
As Lin Chen and his group of five walked out of the airport, they saw a familiar face.
"Zhang San, weren't you enjoying your day? What are you doing here with Mei Di?"
"Hehe, it was Mr. Zhang who arranged for me to come here. Mr. Zhang said I'm a talented person and he wants to cultivate me."
"Ahem, Zhang San, tell me the truth, your surname is Zhang, and Zhang Yiming's surname is also Zhang, you two aren't related, are you?"
"What are you saying, Mr. Lin? Mr. Zhang is from Fujian, and I'm from Guangdong!"
"I see. So you two aren't related after all. After all, people from Guangdong love to eat people from Fujian."
"Haha, Mr. Lin, you really love to joke. Let's go, I'll drive you to your accommodation first."
Zhang San drove an Alphard and brought five people to a detached villa.
"President Lin, this is the villa we rented. It only takes twenty minutes to drive to our branch office."
"Yeah, that's pretty close."
This villa is quite large, with a yard outside where cars can drive right in and park several cars.
The five people carried their luggage into the villa.
Zhang San continued his introduction.
"The first floor has a kitchen, dining room, living room, storage room, and a room where I live."
There are three rooms on the second floor and two rooms on the third floor, which is just enough for you.
"Okay, Xiaofa, Ye Qian, which floor do you two live on?"
Xiao Fa thought for a moment and said.
"Then let's stay on the third floor."
“Okay, then Anrou, Xiaowan, and I will stay on the second floor.”
Next, the group went upstairs to pack their things, until Zhang San called everyone down for dinner.
Lin Chen's face darkened as he looked at the pizza and pasta on the table.
"Is there anything else to eat? I was so sick of this stuff last time I came here."
"Ahem, boss, this is basically all the stuff here in America. The supermarket is full of ready-made pizzas and pasta dishes. This has become the standard of living for the people of America."
Lin Chen sighed and said.
"Hey, you guys eat, I'm not eating, I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he got up and silently went upstairs.
Ten minutes later, Lin Chen, who was hiding in his room eating instant noodles, looked at the group of people who suddenly barged in with a look of horror.
"What are you doing?! I'm the boss!"
An Rou said angrily.
"Hmph, a boss indeed, he's hiding here eating all by himself, the whole villa smells of instant noodles, okay?"
"Exactly, that pizza downstairs is way too greasy. Hey boss, do you have any instant noodles? Can I have a cup?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Chen immediately rushed to his suitcase, fastened it, frantically scrambled the combination, and then walked over to the group and said...
"That's all, this is the only one I brought! Really, just this one!"
He had barely finished speaking when An Rou brought over three buckets of instant noodles and handed one to each of Xiao Fa and Ye Qian.
Lin Chen looked at An Rou and smiled.
"Hey, Anrou, you brought instant noodles too."
"I didn't bring it."
"Where did you get this instant noodles?"
"Yours."
"ah?"
Lin Chen turned his head and saw that his suitcase had indeed been opened.
How did you know my password?
"It's just your birthday, I figured it out on the first try."
Lin Chen was on the verge of tears and could only silently squat in the corner to eat his half-full bucket of instant noodles. The three buckets that were left in his suitcase had all been taken. Would he have to eat pre-made pizza and pasta tomorrow?
An Rou patted his shoulder.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll buy some groceries at the supermarket tomorrow and cook for you."
"Okay, it's a deal!"
In the afternoon, Zhang San took Lin Chen and the others to Mei Di's branch office.
The branch office is small, only renting one floor in a building called Fortune Building, but it's enough.
Inside the meeting room, Zhang San opened a PowerPoint presentation and began to speak.
"Mr. Lin, these are the shortlisted locations for several stores we have selected. They are all in good locations with a lot of foot traffic."
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