On the thirty-eighth floor of the building, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, heavy snowflakes were falling. The snowflakes fell on the glass, but melted in an instant.
The temperature of the indoor air conditioner is too high, which makes people who are already nervous make their faces turn red.
Outside the conference room, two rows of secretaries stood neatly, not even daring to mess up their hair.
Click, the door of the conference room opened.
Catherine, the chief secretary of g.m headquarters, first came forward and asked about the situation, "Su, is the meeting over?"
The young girl with Asian face shrugged, spread her hands and said, "Four cups of coffee, thank you."
Catherine's face, which was already pale, turned pale on the spot.
The young lady inside was so difficult to deal with that she almost ran out of a bucket of coffee.
We have no choice but to continue delivering, and people outside can only continue to wait.
About two hours later, it became dark.
The door of the conference room finally opened again. Although the secretaries did not move, their eyes collectively lit up like light bulbs.
This time it was not just Su who came out, but also the two protagonists of the meeting.
CEO Chloe's face was empty and she was obviously drunk from the coffee. She walked in front to guide the people behind her and spoke very fast English.
When he walked out of the office, the faces of the people behind him were revealed.
He also has an Asian face, and is extremely small among the white people in height. Wearing a camel coat and white high heels, he looks elegant, youthful, and innocuous.
In the eyes of white people who see all Asians as the same, the only characteristic of Miss Rong is that she always has a smile on her lips.
She used this smiling face to hold Chloe hostage all afternoon and filled him with seven or eight cups of coffee.
"Mr. Chloe, would you like to have dinner with us?" the girl asked.
Chloe was stunned for a moment, thinking about the mysterious tea culture in the East, and then thinking about the liquid she drank in the afternoon, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her back.
"Rong, I'm sorry, my wife is pregnant, I have to go back to be with her."
Song Xiang raised his eyebrows, "Really?"
"Of course!" Chloe emphasized.
Suman chuckled behind him and said, "Can you invite me to have dinner with you next time?"
Chloe:???
Still trying to harm my wife!
The white man's eyes widened and his face turned red, which looked very funny.
Song Xiang held back her laughter and stopped in time, "We will make an appointment again when we have a chance."
Chloe seemed to spit out something in her mouth, and her whole body lost support, but Catherine behind her gave her a hand.
The secretary came up and saw Song Xiang off politely, with such a positive attitude that he almost had the words "Get out of here" carved on his forehead.
Song Xiang and Su Man looked at each other and entered the elevator with smiles on their faces.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the night in Oslo is like a world of ice and snow, as beautiful as a fairy tale.
After leaving the building, the people arranged by Rong Zhe were waiting outside. Everything was in order.
Song Xiang and Su Man got into the car, and finally they could laugh out loud without the outsiders.
"That old boy is so funny. If I had known that holding him in for a few times would be enough, I wouldn't have wasted all the effort in the past few days."
Song Xiang smiled, "If it hadn't been for the bombing two days ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to get him off today even if I held him in for another night."
Suman stretched and said, "I've been so exhausted these past few days that I feel like my soul is floating upward."
"night……"
When Song Xiang was about to say that he could rest, Tan Shu, who was sitting in front of him, said, "You also have a charity auction."
Song Xiang was discouraged and almost forgot about this plague god with Shang Fang's sword.