Can we meet today?

Zhang Yuanqing perked up and said, "He's in Songhai? Give me his contact information and address."

Mother Zhang said, "I'll text you later. That gentleman is a very successful businessman abroad and an important business partner of yours. Please be careful about your words and actions when you meet him. You should be good at this."

She is still very confident in her son's social skills.

"I understand. I'm pretty good at foreign languages," said Zhang Yuanqing.

My mother was particularly free today, so she didn't end the call immediately and said:

"I heard from your grandma that you and Yu'er have been staying up late playing games every day recently? This will affect your studies."

What's the point of studying? The teacher won't teach me how to conquer the spirit realm. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Don't listen to grandma's exaggeration. My aunt and I just play games on weekends."

The rest of the time I play alone.

Mother Zhang said helplessly:

"Your grandmother means that you should not hang out with Yu'er all the time on weekends. It's time for her to have a boyfriend. She can't always focus on you. The age difference between you two is not too big, and it's time for you to date. It's not good to hang out with her all the time.

good."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became irritated: "If you want to preach, come back and talk. If nothing else, I'll hang up. I have to go out for class now."

He forcefully hung up the phone on his mother.

"Grandma, why did you complain to my mom again? Do we still have this family relationship? I want to break off all ties with you." Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed, crying loudly.

The bedroom door opened, and grandma stood there with a broom in her hand, looking at me coldly: "What did you say?"

I said I love grandma the most, she is better than my mom, and I want to be your son too. ” Zhang Yuanqing is flexible.

Grandma snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Yuanqing curled his lips, glanced at his phone, and saw that his mother's text message was not yet processed, so he stood up and sat down at the table, turned on the phone, logged into the official database, and searched for Chi Yuean.

A few seconds later, this person's relevant resume appeared clearly in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

With his current authority, he can check the information of most of the deacons in the Songhai branch.

The exception is Fu Qingyang, a gifted child of noble birth.

Chi Yue'an was originally the son-in-law of the Zhu family. The Zhu family was a family of musicians. Because musicians were good at preserving and producing life essence, the three musician families were often referred to as the "Three Families of Life".

When Chi Yue'an joined the Five Elements Alliance, he was only a level 2 fire master. With the support of the Zhu family, his rank rose step by step, and his position was promoted from an ordinary member to captain and deacon.

His signature items are the Sweet Rain Inner Armor and the Scarlet Flame Divine Weapon. The former is a high-level item for the Musician profession, and the latter is an item for the Fire Master profession.

"He has been a saint for more than a year, so he must have experienced four or five single-player dungeons and more than ten multiplayer dungeons. Even if he won and lost during this period, his experience points have accumulated almost enough, close to level 5. I was wise not to tangle with him last night and use charm to escape."

Regardless of the props, there is a huge gap between level 4 and level 4. The gap between saints and extraordinary people is even more outrageous.

This guy Kou Beiyue probably has one or two trump cards in his hand, which is why he dared to attack and kill the saint.

But it still failed.

Zhang Yuanqing secretly decided to investigate privately and then hand over the collected evidence to Fu Qingyang. It would be best not to expose himself, otherwise, making an enemy of a deacon would cause endless troubles.

There is also a Zhu family behind it.

"bite!"

The phone made a short, clear beep, and Zhang Yuanqing looked away from the phone.

He grabbed his phone and checked the message.

Demon Eye King: You purified my mark? "

++! Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingled for a moment, and he pretended to be calm and replied: "What's the problem?"

I should have Wang Tai lock his position immediately.

The five elders rushed forward, fearing that he had a plan. Could it be that the other Heavenly Kings of Bishop Bing were also here?

Demon Eye King: "The power of the sun is not something that a Night Wandering God at the extraordinary stage can control. I asked someone to check Yuan Ting and they said he was summoned to the capital a while ago. There are videos of him being tortured every day on the official forum of Taiyi Sect. You are not him!"

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and almost dropped his phone. After thinking for a while, he replied:

Who are you? Why are you behaving so strangely? "

Demon Eye King: "Heh, as a Level 3 Night Wanderer, you shouldn't be ignorant of what I did in Songhai a few days ago. Are you pretending not to know me?

Well, there aren't many Night Walkers in Songhai who can use the power of the Sun, so it won't be difficult to find out your identity, unless you have never used the power of this realm."

"Whatever you want." Zhang Yuanqing responded stubbornly. "Ha, has anyone told you that my magic eye can find spiritual realm travelers? Songhai is big, but Kangyang District is not. I can still find you if I spend some time. I think your expression will be very interesting next time I find you."

Are you bored? While looking for Yuanshi Tianzun and the official master of the Palace of Stopping Killing, Zhang Yuanqing threatened the official walker for fun. He silently closed the secondary card and stopped replying.

He wanted to delete the King of Demon Eyes, but he also felt that with a good friend around, he could control the attitude and movements of Demon Eyes in disguise.

Perhaps the method of phone positioning will be useful someday.

"Not many people know that I can use the power of the sun. This is a bit bad. The Demon Eye is giving me more and more clues. How long can I hide? The Palace Master of Stop Killing is even more evasive than me."

Just as I was thinking about it, my mother's text message finally came.

It was a photo of a business card with the name, contact information, and company position printed on it.

My mother also wrote an address in Songhai on the business card.

Bill Tarantino, Director of Marketing, Ante Pharmaceuticals.

Zhang Yuanqing of Ante Pharmaceutical turned on his computer and searched the Internet for information about the company.

I was surprised after reading it. Ante Pharmaceuticals is a very famous pharmaceutical company abroad and one of the top ten pharmaceutical giants in the world.

"My mother's business is more prosperous than I thought." Zhang Yuanqing marked his cell phone and dialed the number on the business card.

"Dudu~"

The phone rang twice, and then a woman answered the phone, speaking in a foreign language.

Zhang Yuanqing probably understood what he meant and replied in a foreign language:

"I'm Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarantino."

"Wait a moment, let me check the appointment." A few seconds later, the female voice replied, "Okay, Mr. Tarantino has told you that he has been waiting for you. Sir, can you please let us know your address and we will send a special car to pick you up."

"No, no need, I'll come by myself." Zhang Yuanqing is now very concerned about the confidentiality of his residential information.

"Okay! How can I help you?"

Let Mr. Bill wash up and wait for me? Zhang Yuanqing said: "No need for help, I'll go over now."

After ending the call, he put on his shoes, took out the formal suit that Li Dongze had customized for him from the closet, and put it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.

The sergeant, who was particular about elegance, required his subordinates to wear normal clothes to and from get off work, so he customized a set for him. Later, because of his outstanding achievements, which frightened his superior, the sergeant's bottom line for him became lower and lower.

From preparing happy water in the refrigerator to not having to wear formal clothes.

Later, when he suspected that he and Guan Ya were preaching and learning in the bathroom, the head of the department only commented: There is a hotel nearby, and it is not elegant to do things in the unit.

Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in formal attire, quietly left the bedroom, slipped out of the house, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and headed for the International Building.

The International Building is one of the landmark buildings in the central CBD area of ​​Songhai. Many well-known financial companies are stationed here, and well-known foreign companies also like to open their mainland branches here.

Songhai is a bridgehead for overseas capital. There are many similar places like it, and the International Building is the most famous one.

It is rush hour at this time. Professional elites in suits and ties are crossing the road in groups and rushing to major office buildings.

Crowded crowds and congested traffic are a common sight in Songhai CBD area.

Most of these office workers cannot afford to rent a house in the CBD area. They need to take the subway for more than 40 minutes to get to work every day. The first thing they do after getting up is not to enjoy breakfast, but to squeeze into the subway before dawn to ensure they will not be late for work.

Their pace of life is very fast, so fast that even Zhang Yuanqing, a rare handsome man in the world, is too lazy to be looked at by his sisters and aunts. Their attention is all on the traffic lights.

As soon as the green light comes on, I cross the sidewalk as fast as I can, not daring to stop for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing followed the group of office workers, crossed the street, arrived at the International Building, and dialed Bill Tarantino's number. "You need to swipe your employee card to enter the building, and I can't go up." He said in a not very standard foreign language.

"Hold on."

A few minutes later, a man in a blue suit and white shirt walked out of the building, circled the roof, and shouted, "That's Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand: "Here."

The man in the suit looked at him and smiled warmly: "Mr. Tarantino's assistant asked me to pick you up downstairs."

The two waited for a long time downstairs before squeezing into an elevator. The man in the suit raised his hand to protect Zhang Yuanqing, squeezed out a space for him, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, there are so many people at this time."

Zhang Yuanqing was not yet of the age required to apply for the job, and had never been to a place like this. He nodded reservedly and did not express any opinion.

The elevator stopped at the 37th floor and he followed the man in the suit out of the car.

The entire 37th floor was occupied by Ante Pharmaceuticals' offices. The man in a suit led him into the marketing department and said to the girl at the front desk:

"The client Annie is waiting for is here, please notify her."

The girl at the front desk nodded slightly and picked up the phone to report. After a while, a tall woman in a white shirt and skirt came out.

She was about thirty years old, with loose blonde hair, blue eyes like the sea, a charming smile on her face, and delicate features. She was a very charming beauty.

When she walked towards him, it was like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, with a warmth that made one's lower abdomen heat up, attracting the male employees in the office to stare at her infatuatedly.

The foreign woman looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down, smiled and held out her hand, speaking fluent Chinese: "Hello, my name is Annie, you are younger than I thought." "Hello, hello!" Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand and shook it, unconsciously pinching her soft and smooth little hand a few times, praising: "Your Chinese is also better than I thought."

Hearing this, Annie smiled proudly: "Chinese is difficult to learn, but it only took me three years to master it.

She did not pull her hand back, allowing the young man to take advantage of her, and her smile became more charming.

"Oh my God, you are really a woman blessed by God. Your language talent shocks me. Unlike me, I have studied foreign languages ​​for half my life, but my pronunciation is still not standard. But I really studied hard, I swear." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Annie was stunned for a moment and said, "I can have a normal conversation. You don't have to speak English Chinese to me."

"Oh, God, that's great." Zhang Yuanqing said happily. "Annie forced a smile: "Come with me, Mr. Tarantino."

Zhang Yuanqing then reluctantly let go of her hand and followed the female assistant inside. During this process, his eyes seemed to be out of control, and were attracted to Annie's buttocks like a magnet.

The round buttocks wrapped in the dress look like a peach or a full moon, bringing a hormonal rush.

This woman

Soon, the two stopped at the minister's office. Anne knocked on the brown wooden door and said in English:

"Mr. Tarantino, your guest has arrived."

A mellow male voice came from the office: "Come in!"

Annie opened the office door and led Zhang Yuanqing in. The office was decorated extremely luxuriously. On the right was a handmade solid wood desk with a small striped flag standing on the right corner.

On the left is the reception area, which has soft sofas, a glass coffee table, a wine cabinet, etc.

Sitting in front of a solid wood desk is a foreign man wearing a light-colored casual suit, short light brown hair, three-dimensional facial features, and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

His eyes are deep and calm, revealing the vicissitudes of having experienced too many things. He is a middle-aged man with a mature and charming temperament.

Bill Tarantino slowly stood up, walked towards the reception sofa, and said with a smile:

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, do you need my assistant to prepare breakfast?"

"Thank you." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and refused, sitting down on the soft sofa. Bill Tarantino sat down opposite him and said gently:

Your mother and I are close business partners. She is a very capable and strong woman. I admire her very much, but I also have a headache because she is always aggressive at the negotiating table.

But she has one advantage, which is that she is very efficient and never does anything false.

This is a quality that I have encountered that many mainland businessmen do not have. "

She just wants to make money from you foreigners as quickly as possible. After all, she is a workaholic who thinks that the efficiency of holding a parent-teacher meeting for her son is too low. Zhang Yuanqing complained about his mother in his heart, but smiled: "Tarantino, thank you for your compliment. I hate inefficient communication like my mother. Do you know the purpose of my visit today?" Bill Tarantino leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, saying:

"You mean the pills for your headache?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded:

"I'm very curious about what kind of medicine this is. Apart from Ante Pharmaceuticals, I can't buy it outside, and I can't find any information about it. My mother said that this is a new drug developed by your company. To be honest, this can't convince me. The development of new drugs requires extremely high costs. A rare and uncommon disease cannot bring you huge profits."

Bill Tarantino thought for a few seconds and said:

"You're right. This medicine was not developed for this purpose. It just happens to relieve your headache. The medicine we developed is suitable for all problems of the soul and can repair the trauma of the soul. Sorry, there is something wrong with my description. Let me correct it. It should be spirit. In Chinese, the word spirit is more appropriate."

Applicable to the trauma suffered by the soul, Zhang Yuanqing fell silent.

ps: I will correct the typos later. Today’s Chinese test was very difficult. After I reviewed the composition topic, only three words came to my mind: What?