Inside the conference room—

Jarenter looked at the three noble leaders with a surprised look on his face. At this moment, he felt a lot of feelings.

Who would have thought that he was in a slum not long ago and lived like hell, and could really turn over and become a serious British aristocrat in one fell swoop.

Thinking of the past when he was not full and dressed, he was rolled by others wherever he went, and thinking of the indifference and ruthlessness of his relatives and friends towards them in the past, Jarente felt a sense of sadness.

For many days and nights, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night, cried, cursed, cursed God, cursed people with indifference and ruthlessness, cursed this dirty world with only money.

But every time he vented, he was still in a slum, still rolled his eyes and despised.

A descendant of a noble family has become the most useless joy on the street!

But now-

His life has undergone a huge reversal.

He was directly conferred as a baron by the Queen of England, restoring the honor of his nobles. Not only that, with the help of Song Zhichao, he also regained his own family heritage and moved from the once low and dilapidated slum area to the magnificent Howard Manor.

From hell to heaven.

Jarente saw the children running happily in the manor like birds, and saw his wife who had suffered for many years, looking at his own big house and the large kitchen that could stand down from a football team, she shed tears of excitement.

Those relatives and friends who used to hide as plague came to the door one by one, flattering and flattering, and doing their best to flatter.

Thinking of this, Jarente couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Song is right. Rich is in the deep mountains and distant relatives, while poor is in the downtown area and no one asks about it!"

When he thought of Song Zhichao, Jarente felt grateful.

That’s right, everything I have now is given by Mr. Song!

Without Mr. Song, there would be no who he is now!

God can testify that Mr. Song is simply his great benefactor. In the words of the Chinese, he is the "rebirth of parents"!

Jarente didn't think that this way of description made him look humble. On the contrary, he felt that it was far from enough.

For him, the life that was like mud and shit in the past was terrible, that was terrifying.

After thinking, Jarente raised his chest again, showed his baron's spirit, smiled, and said to the three noble bosses: "But I don't know that I suddenly appeared here. Are you welcomed by the three?"

Three noble bosses: “…?!”

I was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted.

Jarente is not the poor boy living in a slum, but the dignified British Empire baron. Behind him is a strong man like Song Zhichao.

"Why don't we welcome it? Haha!" Johnny said immediately, "Any friend recommended by dear Song is our friend! Please sit down quickly!"

"Yes, Baron Jarente, please stop standing anymore, please sit down!" The two dukes George and William also said with a smile.

Jarente signaled to Song Zhichao, then found a seat to sit down. The place where he sat was opposite the Marquis Johnny.

...

Seeing Jarente sitting down, Song Zhichao knocked on the table with one hand and said, "My friend Baron Jarente has arrived, so the three dukes and the marquis have anything to say, just speak freely!"

Duke Johnny originally summoned two other noble bosses to invite Song Zhiqiao to showdown - they would also get a share of the global communications field.

For this reason, they selected the largest hotel in London, arranged many subordinates to wait outside, and the three of them were waiting for Song Zhiqiao to come to negotiate. However, they did not expect that from the beginning, Song Zhichao was controlled by them so tightly that they were very passive.

Can't delay any more!

Judging from Song Zhichao's shameless appearance, if he drags on, his momentum will be stronger. Now he needs to take the initiative.

then--

Marquis Johnny Butt winked at the other two dukes, coughed and said, "That's right, dear Song! After discussions between the three of us, I feel it is necessary to cooperate with you so that you will have to fight alone in the global communications field - so you will have a lot of hard work..."

"Yes, you will have a hard time and it will be difficult to open up the market. After all, both European and North American markets have mixed relationships with our big families." Duke George added.

"But with our help, it's different. Our three major families can provide you with various ways to clear obstacles. At that time, the communications business of your company will become popular all over the world!" Duke William also agreed.

Seeing the three noble bosses singing and reunion here, Song Zhichao leaned on the chair, used his left hand and tail finger to clean his ears, blew his breath at his fingertips, and then looked at the three of them, smiling without saying a word.

Marquis Johnny suddenly felt that in Song Zhichao's "contemptuous" smile, their threat of holding guns and sticks was so weak.

"Ahem!" Duke Johnny coughed and continued, "Dear Song, I've already told you very clearly last time. As long as you are willing to give me the North American market, oh no, give us, and divide the European market in half, then we are willing to be your beacon, guide you on the sea of ​​communication and accompany you on your navigation!"

"What if I don't?" Song Zhichao finally spoke, raised his eyebrows and tapped his fingers on the table, and looked at Marquis Johnny with bright eyes, looking provocative.

Johnny and the three: “…?!”

I almost choked to death by Song Zhichao's provocative words.

"Ahem, dear Song, what did you say? You have to think clearly. Without our help, you will not be able to do anything!"

"Yes, without us, you wouldn't be able to open the European and North American markets!"

Song Zhichao laughed, tick tick tick, and the hand that hit the table suddenly stopped.

He looked at the three of them with a sharp look: "In fact, I have other choices besides you."

"Impossible! Who else can help you except us?"

Song Zhichao laughed.

Jarent suddenly said, "I--!"

Johnny and the three: “…?!”

His eyes widened, unbelievable.

"You? How is it possible? You have just restored your status as a nobleman. What can you help him?"

"Yes, if you can help him, that's a big joke!"

Faced with the three of them’s doubts, Jarente said calmly: “Of course I can’t help Mr. Song, but the person he represents can do it!”

"The person you represent? Who is he?"

"Who, tell me and see who else in this British Empire is more powerful than us?"

Jarente smiled and said, "Royal!"

Johnny and the three: “…?!”

"To be precise, it is His Majesty Elizabeth and Prince Charles!"

Suddenly—
Chapter completed!