This time it was in a restaurant with a strong Beijing flavor.
In the box on the third floor, I didn't know anyone except Amyra and Emma.
Almost all of them are elderly people, and each of them is wearing blue or red Tang suits.
Who said that only what is national is global?
"Zheng Yang! Come on, come on!"
As soon as I entered, Amyra waved to me as if I was one of her gang.
There were two spots left right next to her and Emma.
Selina held my arm, separating me from Emma.
Amyra's displeasure disappeared in a flash: "Let me introduce you first!"
It’s unnecessary to introduce that foreigners’ names are long and hard to remember, so I just paid attention to Selena’s grandfather, Old Bob.
The others just nodded and didn't take it to heart.
After Amyra finished introducing me, I just sat down when Emma asked through Selina: "Zheng Yang! Are you responsible for my teacher's death?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone frowned.
Amyra: "Emma! Mind the situation. Marcien was killed by his own cat."
"Impossible! That Doraemon was programmed by the teacher himself, and nothing has happened to it in all these years. How come it broke down the moment it arrived in Daxia?"
"Emma!" Amyra yelled, but didn't hurt Emma.
Emma stood up excitedly: "It's him, he was the one who killed my teacher."
"Yeah?"
Amyra wanted to scold Emma, but I interrupted her:
"Then tell me how I could have done something wrong, how could I have killed him? I've taken that Doraemon back and studied it, and the networking components have been removed. So, can I get into your teacher's room and do something wrong?"
Emma paused: "How should I know? It's you anyway!"
Damn! She admitted that it was Marcien who hired the killer to attack Aunt Jun and the others, and it was lucky that he didn't make her an accomplice. She was still acting so aggressively.
"I think you are not here to treat me to a meal today, but to cause trouble."
After I said that, I stood up.
"Zheng Yang!" Selina grabbed me and said, "Aunt! If you don't take care of Emma, I won't eat this meal either."
Amy pulled herself up and slapped Emma in the face, "Get out!"
"Mom!" Emma covered her face and refused to give up.
"go out!"
Emma's tears suddenly came down, and she ran out covering her face.
"Zheng Yang! We were disrespectful. I'll drink a glass myself!"
Amyra picked up the glass and drank it, and then Selina and I sat down.
Old Bob raised his glass and said, "Zheng Yang! Don't let Emma put you off. I'll toast you!"
This is roughly what it means in English.
I glanced at the wine glass and said in English, "I'm a programmer and need to keep a clear mind at all times. I won't drink the wine. I'll..."
No water?
I glanced at Selina, and she quickly ran out and came back with a pot of hot water:
"Zheng Yang can't drink alcohol, so just drink water."
Old Bob didn't care and took a sip with me.
"Haha! It seems that Zheng Yang is a very self-disciplined person. Originally, when Selina said she wanted to find a Daxia person as a partner, we disagreed, but Zheng Yang, you are an exception.
In addition to getting to know you today, we also want to know what your future plans are."
Amyra added:
"Our Meier Group attaches great importance to the development of science and technology. Uncle Bob is wondering if you have any projects in this area that you would like to collaborate with us on."
That's really interesting. Why should I cooperate with you?
If there is a good project, wouldn’t it be nice if I could do it myself?
Do you really think of me as your son-in-law?
But I can't reject them too harshly.
"Business is business! I can't talk about future projects. But whether we'll collaborate with Mel, and how we'll collaborate, we still have to discuss, right?
I can only guarantee that when it comes to foreign companies, I give priority to the Meier Group."
I'm sorry, but I don't want to find a foreign company for the project, no one can get it.
Everyone present began to whisper to each other. The American people always do things in a straightforward manner, so why would they be so roundabout as me?
So many people need to understand what I mean and digest it carefully.
But Amyra understood and laughed:
"Zheng Yang means that business is business and personal relationships shouldn't be mixed in, right?"
"That's not the case. I really value relationships, and even when doing business, I differentiate between close and distant relationships.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said that foreign companies would give priority to the Meier Group.”
Amyra forced a smile again: "Zheng Yang, you are so careful with your words!
So, our Meier Group would like you to open up your solid-state drive technology and collaborate with us. What do you think?"
I picked up a piece of food, chewed it for a while and swallowed it. The others didn't understand the Daxia language, but they still waited.
"How do you open it?"
"The chip's design, along with the driver and source code."
Damn! How could she say that with such a shameless face?
Apart from these three, all the others can be made by copying.
"Sure!"
When I said that, even Selina's eyes widened, not to mention Amyra, whose mouth was almost grinning from ear to ear.
"Then can Mel open up the core technology of the car production line to me?"
"How is this possible?" Amira refused without even thinking.
Only after she finished speaking did she understand what I meant, and she snorted in dissatisfaction.
The others could guess from Amyra's expression that we were having an unpleasant conversation, and their eyes changed one by one.
I switched to English and said, “Selena and I are not doing business, we are talking about feelings.
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