Chapter 465: Running Over (4093 First Update)
Huang Xiang's face turned dark when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone.
Old Fang, fuck your grandpa.
Your father, I, and your two brothers are working so hard for you, what the hell are you doing?
Striving for excellence?
What kind of vicious words did that woman say on the phone?!
You answered the phone just to make me a part of your play, right?
And from the sound, there is a woman talking in a low voice over there?
The voice sounds familiar... Who was it? I need to think carefully, starting from the first chapter.
Oh, no, I only appear in Chapter 5.
"What did Lao Fang say?"
Huang Xiang had just recalled Chapter 8 and had not yet thought about Tang Yufei, whom he had met in Chapter 9, when his memories were interrupted by the anxious Luo Ziming and Lu Xuechang.
"He said let us figure it out, damn!"
Huang Xiang secretly cursed Fang Yu for being irresponsible. "He said he only wanted a seat on the BlackRock board, and he left the rest up to us to discuss. He didn't care."
Luo Ziming and Lu Xuechang became anxious when they heard this.
"Ah? He doesn't care? He doesn't care? It's his fault! If he doesn't care, who will?"
Luo Ziming jumped up and down and shouted, attracting the attention of Zhou Yuwen, a junior student who had just finished her get out of class.
Huang Xiang and Lu Xuechang moved a few steps to the side without saying a word.
Don't be hurt by this mistake.
"He wants a seat on BlackRock's board... What's he thinking? Even if BlackRock and he have no grudges against each other, there's no way they'll give him a seat. Besides, he can't even show up. So, how can we expect any of the three of us to become BlackRock directors? Are you kidding me?"
"Old Lu, there isn't a single BlackRock director under 40, right?"
"Don't even mention forty, there's no one under fifty!"
"What is he thinking?"
The three of them were complaining to each other.
"Is he responsible? He takes 70%, and he doesn't care? He has to care even if he doesn't care!"
Luo Ziming picked up the phone and called Fang Yu. He made one call, but the answer was rejected. He made another call, but the answer was rejected again.
Shit! What on earth does Lao Fang mean?
No matter what you say or do, don’t joke about Mai Yuan, Lao Fang, the biggest chunk of this money is yours!
Even though Luo Ziming and Lu Xuechang usually yell at each other fiercely, they are still undergraduates after all. It is an extraordinary performance that they did not lose face in front of so many professionals from BlackRock today. Fang Yu is urgently needed to talk about the next action plan.
As a result, at the critical moment, Fang Yu could not be contacted.
"Old Huang, did you tell Old Fang about Jiang Nanzhen's surrender to the enemy?" Lu Xuechang, who was more concerned about details, asked with a frown.
"Are your ears blocked by shit? Didn't I say that first? Didn't you hear it?"
Huang Xiang said unhappily.
"He said it? What was Lao Fang's reaction?" Luo Ziming's eyes rolled, feeling something was wrong.
"No reaction at all." Huang Xiang muttered, "Don't ask, don't ask. He didn't say anything. He just told us to figure it out."
Luo Ziming stroked his chin and walked around twice. He felt as if he had grasped something, but it was not so clear. He was twirling the non-existent beard on his chin like a dog-headed military advisor, and then he heard WeChat ringing.
When they opened their phone, they saw that it was a message from Jiang Nanzhen sent to the group, inviting the three of them to dinner that evening, and saying that BlackRock executives would come forward and asked them to attend.
"What the hell is there to talk about! This woman is not a good person!" Lu Xuechang said hatefully.
"He originally took advantage of the connection between our 404 and Blackrock, but ended up becoming a traitor in the Mai Country."
"She said she was involved in the development of the Woking system. I've done some research, and this woman's professional abilities are completely inadequate. And if her contributions were truly that significant, how could Old Fang let her go so easily?"
Huang Xiang nodded silently. He usually didn't like to talk about people behind their backs, but he couldn't help himself this morning and made a few sarcastic remarks in front of Jiang Nanzhen. Now that he had calmed down, the most he could do was nod.
After hearing Lu Xuechang's last words, Luo Ziming suddenly had an idea.
Could it be that...
"Let's go and talk. After all, we're in Haixi, and they can't do anything to us."
Luo Ziming rolled his eyes. "Besides, didn't Lao Fang say that he wanted to get the BlackRock board membership? How can he get it if he doesn't negotiate?"
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During the evening rush hour, in the sunset glow, the twelve-lane Jiangning Road in both directions is like a huge parking lot, completely blocked, and the red brake lights form the most conspicuous light strips in both directions.
"I didn't expect that there would be traffic jams in Da Zhou. I thought they were all still riding donkey carts, hahahaha."
Ryan Horsley, with his big nose, looked out the window and laughed.
"I've never heard of Haixi before, but judging by the cityscape alone, it's better than I imagined. However, Ryan, this isn't something to be envied. Everyone's expression is numb, and their speech and behavior are crude."
A man next to him, who was in his thirties or forties and more elegantly dressed, had a sour look in his eyes. Although he was also white and his curry accent was not strong, the way he shook his head when he spoke still gave away his identity as the third brother.
"Yes, I feel very uncomfortable here. You are right, Sharma."
Ryan Horsley nodded in agreement to the third white-skinned brother. When he heard Ryan Horsley address him, the third white-skinned brother smiled happily.
BlackRock has quite a few Bharat employees, but most of them are in Bharat's support centers, and there are very few Bharat employees at the New York headquarters.
Sandeep Sharma was able to enter BlackRock, which is dominated by Judeans, and climb to the middle level at BlackRock headquarters by relying on his racial skill of flattery.
Sharma is actually his last name, not his first name. His full name is Sandeep Sharma, but he likes people to call him by his last name, especially white people.
Because Sharma is a typical upper caste surname.
"I didn't expect the traffic to be so bad. There are only 20 minutes left until the agreed time. With the traffic jam, we might be late."
The blonde woman in her forties who had sat next to Jiang Nanzhen during the negotiation looked at the Cartier on her wrist, her face clearly anxious.
"Linda, relax. It's just a small company in Da Zhou. I knew they would agree to continue negotiations. What we need to consider is how to make them give up their unrealistic fantasies."
Ryan Horsley said casually while playing with his phone.
Seeing Ryan Horsley's nonchalant attitude, Linda's inner tension made her even more annoyed: "I reminded you to leave early a long time ago. Jane said..."
Ryan Horsley raised an eyebrow. "Linda, in this case, this woman... Jane is only acting as a bridge. The specific negotiation strategy must be led by our department."
After all, Jiang Nanzhen has only joined BlackRock for three months. Although many people in the Executive Committee already know that Jiang Nanzhen is not easy to mess with, they even speculate that Goldstein's downfall may be related to this woman.
But such secrets from the upper echelons are too far away for middle-level officials like Ryan Horsley. Not to mention him, even his boss may not really know the situation in the executive committee.
In addition, Jiang Nanzhen has always been relatively low-key in the company, and sometimes he is weak on the road. Ryan Horsley and Sandeep Sharma, as people from the business department, really don't think much of this new executive committee member.
Sandip Sharma added fuel to the fire in a sarcastic tone, "Linda, we heard you were going to be transferred to Mark's assistant, and now you're being transferred to Jane's. We all feel really sorry for you. The development opportunities at Mark's place should be more suitable for you. Given your abilities, it's really a shame."
Linda's face turned pale and the foundation on her face became caked.
Curry boy, you are looking for death yourself, don’t drag me down!
As Jiang Nanzhen's assistant, she has been exposed to more secrets and knows more about her boss than others.
That was a ruthless man who dared to attack Goldstein directly!
Linda shuddered at the thought of Jiang Nanzhen's tactics during the compliance and internal control investigation against Goldstein.
It was already shocking that the former Crown Prince Goldstein was transferred to Israel to guard the imperial mausoleum. In just twenty days, Jiang Nanzhen interviewed no less than a dozen of Goldstein's former confidants.
A considerable number of people in the business department are naturally rebellious, but after Jiang Nanzhen met with these people, almost every one of them announced in various ways that they were cutting ties with Goldstein after returning.
Of course, she was not qualified to participate in this kind of 1v1 interview, but she saw the expressions of these people when they left Jiang Nanzhen's office.
Everyone came in with a nonchalant and arrogant attitude, but after just a few dozen minutes of interview, these business elites who were originally the boss and second in command were left with pale faces and trembling.
Linda, who has worked at BlackRock for nearly ten years, has never seen anything like this!
You all underestimate this woman from the Great Zhou Dynasty. This woman is definitely not as simple as she seems!
Watching the time tick by second by second, Linda became anxious. She looked at the navigation on her phone and saw that there was only one kilometer left, but the car was stuck in place and couldn't move.
Linda looked at her watch again and saw that there were only fifteen minutes left. She made up her mind, opened the door of the GL8 and jumped out.
"Linda! What are you doing?" Ryan Horsley, who was bragging to Shamal, was startled and leaned out of the car window and shouted.
"I'll run over there!" Linda had already crossed four lanes and was almost running to the sidewalk. She casually replied to Horsley, staring at the navigation on her mobile phone in her hand, and ran towards her destination.
Run over?
Ryan Horsley and Shamar looked at the ten-centimeter CL on Linda's feet in the distance with question marks on their faces.
Sure enough, after running a few steps, Linda almost twisted her foot. Just as Shamal was about to shout, he saw Linda take off her red-soled high heels, holding them in her hands, and running barefoot.
Damn!
Ryan Horsley and his third brother Sharma were stunned.
Is it that so?
"Maybe she doesn't want to leave a bad impression on the new boss," Ryan Horsley said casually, "After all, she's a woman, so she's too timid."
"Yeah, that's right." The third brother Sharma agreed, shaking his head, but his eyes were rolling around.
The two of them kept teasing Linda as she ran out of the car, but they felt a little uneasy in their hearts.
I finally arrived at Fenghui Plaza for dinner during the evening rush hour, but before I even got into the elevator, I was already twenty minutes late.
"It's okay. No one expected a traffic jam. It's only twenty minutes. It's no big deal."
"Yes, yes, this is our negotiation strategy, in order to gain the upper hand in the negotiations."
"That's right."
Both of them felt a little uneasy, but tried to act as if nothing had happened.
"Les Amis, found it, it's here." Ryan Horsley looked at the inconspicuous sign at the entrance of the restaurant.
"It is said that this is the only Michelin one-star French restaurant in Haixi. However, we can't be too picky. After all, this is Da Zhou, haha."
“In fact, it’s surprising that there’s a Michelin star here. Haha.”
The two walked into the door of Les Amis side by side, and as soon as they entered, they were stunned.
From the decoration and layout, it can be seen that this is a very high-end modern French restaurant. Although it is not large in area, the large floor-to-ceiling windows with lace patterns provide a wide view while ensuring the privacy of each seat.
The tables are covered with white linen tablecloths and the walls are decorated with different modern art paintings in a pattern.
But the problem is, there is no one.
Didn't Da Zhou say there were many wealthy people? Why aren't there any guests?
Even if this place is expensive, there shouldn't be no customers, right?
Just as the two were about to go inside, a waiter wearing a vest and a bow tie saw them and stepped forward to stop them.
"I'm sorry, this place is booked today and we can't accommodate other guests. Are you two the invited guests? Wait a moment, I'll check the guest list..."
"Ryan Horsley and Sandeep Sharma? Well, yes, they are indeed on the invitation list."
The waiter compared the two names with the small notebook in his hand and confirmed that they were correct.
"Where are the rest of us? Please take me there." Ryan Horsley asked.
"Okay, please follow me over here. Um, as a VIP, we need to go through security first..."
Security check?
There are really many turtles in a shallow pond.
Horsley felt unhappy and looked up. Two foreigners in black suits came out from somewhere and scanned the two of them with metal detectors.
Why do these two men in black suits look familiar?
"Hey, brother, where are you from? How long have you been in Haixi?" Ryan Horsley chatted casually with the two men in black.
Ryan Horsley muttered to himself, but didn't notice that his third brother Sharma's expression began to change.
"Please follow me." The waitress held a small notebook and led the way gracefully in front. After turning two corners, they came to a relatively private semi-enclosed space and gestured to the two of them.
Ryan Horsley reached out and dusted off his haute couture suit, adjusted his expression, and walked in with his head held high.
Complaining loudly as he walked.
"The traffic in Haixi is a real mess. It has wasted so much of my time. Please speed up. I don't have that much time, uh..."
As soon as he stepped into the dining area, Ryan Horsley's voice stopped suddenly like a duck with its neck pinched.
A familiar bald man sat in the middle of the dining table, the woman from Da Zhou sat to his right, and on his left sat a middle-aged white man who looked to be in his forties or fifties.
On the opposite side were Si Lingsi’s three partners and a man from the Great Zhou Dynasty who looked to be in his fifties.
Everyone turned their eyes to Ryan Horsley and Sandeep Sharma who had just entered, and the bald man's look was particularly stern.
"Mr. President? Why are you here?"
(End of this chapter)
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