The plane landed slowly, and there was already a BMW 8 Series sedan waiting at the airport.

Feng Lyon and Li Kang stepped off the plane. The car started slowly and stopped in front of them. A woman wearing a black professional skirt stepped out from the front row.

"President, I have prepared the car, and I have ordered a meal for you at the McLaren five-star hotel. You can eat first and then make arrangements." The woman who was originally as cold as an iceberg faced Feng??

When Leon arrived, he immediately showed a warm smile and then told his arrangement.

As the person in charge of BMW in the Magic City area, she has great power and status, but compared with Feng Lyon, she is far behind.

This time when Feng Lyon came to the Magic City, he didn't give any specific instructions. He just asked her to prepare a car. Naturally, she had some speculations in her mind.

"No,"

Feng Lyon waved his hand and refused directly, "This time I come to the Magic City. I have something very important. I can't delay it. You can send me to the Magic City Central Building."

"Okay, please."

Naturally, the woman would not dissuade her. She took a few steps back, opened the car door herself, signaled Feng Lyon to get in, and then sat in the front row.

The car started slowly and drove out of the airport through the exclusive passage at a leisurely pace.

As the latest series of BMW sedans, the BMW Eight Series Grancoupe is a four-door coupe. Whether it is starting speed or thrust, it is not comparable to ordinary models.

In just a short while, the car had already arrived near the Magic City Center Building.

"President, you are here this time..."

Han Mei spoke cautiously. It could be said that she had not received any inside information about Feng Lyon's trip this time, and she was also frightened.

"I came here to meet someone." Feng Lyon said calmly.

Meet someone?

What kind of person is worthy of having the top person in charge of the BMW Group in Greater China to fly non-stop from the imperial capital without even having time to take a bite to meet him?

As Han Mei's thoughts flashed, the car slowly stopped.

Han Mei, who was sitting in the front row, got out of the car first and opened Feng Lyon's door.

After the group of three entered the central building, they walked directly towards the elevator without any hesitation.

Getting on the elevator, the three of them quickly reached the twentieth floor.

After asking around with someone, I found that teahouse that was somewhat famous in the Magic City.

Then they found the waiter of the teahouse, who led them directly to a private room.

The door of the private room opened, and then he saw a young man in his early twenties, looking at something calmly and calmly.

Hearing the sound of the private room door being opened, the young man raised his head and smiled at the three people.

Except for Feng Lyon, Han Mei and Li Kang were all shocked.

Li Kang knew that the captain negotiating this time was young, but he did not expect that the so-called young age was actually so young...

This should be just a few years after graduating from school, right?

What were you doing when you were this age?

I seem to be in the office, help me print documents...

But at the same age, this young man already has the qualifications to let Feng Lyon travel all the way from the Imperial Capital to the Demonic Capital.

As for Han Mei...

But there was some confusion. My immediate boss came all the way from the imperial capital just to meet a young man.

Could it be that he is a young master from some family?

But even if he is a young master from any family, he should not be treated with such caution by Feng Lyon.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I am Feng Lyon, CEO of BMW Group in Greater China. Nice to meet you."

A standard English flowed from von Lyon's mouth, with a somewhat gentle smile on his face and a somewhat noble aura on his body.

Lin Chu didn't speak, just looked at Feng Lyon quietly.

If it were in the past, when Feng Lyon spoke to him in standard English, he would definitely be confused and couldn't understand what Feng Lyon was talking about.

It's just that what happened to Lao Yue, he exchanged for language proficiency. Now there are basically not many languages ​​in the world that he is not proficient in. Even the indigenous languages ​​​​of some small tribes in Africa, he can handle them.

Feng Lyon spoke to him in fluent English, and of course Lin Chu was able to answer the same question in English. Even in German, Feng Lyon's native dialect, it was not impossible.

If Lin Chu really communicated with Feng Lyon in German, I am afraid that the person in charge of BMW in Greater China would also be a little surprised.

It's just that Lin Chu is too lazy to do that. There is no other reason, just because he doesn't like it.

Some people may say that he is naive. If he knows how to do it, why not show it? But he won't do things he doesn't like.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I am BMW..."

Feng Lyon raised his eyebrows, and then continued to speak.

Lin Chu closed the document in his hand, and then showed a sincere smile on his face, "Sorry, I don't understand."

Can't understand?

How can it be?

Feng Lyon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. You must know that he had read Lin Chu's information. Lin Chu was proficient in Lao Vietnamese, English and other languages.

Lin Chu was just joking when he said he didn't understand English.

But looking at the sincerity in Lin Chu's eyes, Feng Lyon took a deep breath, and then spoke in a somewhat stiff Chinese dialect,

"Hello Mr. Lin, my name is Feng Lyon, the CEO of BMW Group in China. I'm glad to meet you."

Feng Lyon was not a fool. How could he not know what Lin Chu meant? Of course he could insist on talking to Lin Chu in English, but it was possible that the negotiation would collapse before it even started.

Feng Lyon, who came with a mission, naturally didn't want this conversation to end before it even started.

"It turns out to be Mr. von Lyon,"

Lin Chu smiled, stood up, and pointed to the seat opposite, "Please sit down, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mr. Lin is too polite,"

Feng Lyon smiled and then sat opposite Lin Chu, "The distance from the Imperial Capital to the Demonic Capital is really quite far. Even if I rushed here non-stop, it still took me a lot of time."

"I wonder what President Lyon has to do with me? There seems to be nothing involved between me and the BMW Group." Lin Chu picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for Feng Lyon.
Chapter completed!