The bustling nightclub, the spacious and bright private rooms, and the incongruous style have become the most deceptive places.
The blond man with blue eyes took out a large pile of documents, walked towards the god-like man on the sofa, and spoke in standard English: "President, these all require your signature."
"Yeah," he responded seemingly carelessly, threw away the piece of A4 paper in his hand, and replied in the same fluent English, "How are you doing with the acquisition over there?"
"You're not here, the speed is obviously slower." The blond man shrugged helplessly, picked up a grape from the fruit plate just brought by the waiter, and asked with a smile, "Are you going to ignore it? Successfully completed the acquisition in East Africa.
, the profit it can bring is much greater than that of the entire Qin family!"
This is what he doesn't understand: OK, why does the CEO want to go back to the Qin family? Even if he wants to take the Qin family into his arms, the Qin family... is not a piece of fat? Is it worth the trouble?
"Don't worry, it'll be a matter of time." The pen tip left a chic signature on the last page of the document. He didn't even raise his head, but he threw the confident words away, "At the latest, I'll be back in two months."
"That's good." The blond man grinned and took the signed document from his hand. "Otherwise, it would be troublesome to have to fly here and there to find your signature."
"It's very troublesome..." Qin Muyuan frowned, dropped the last document, and sighed meaningfully.
"Fortunately, two months is not too long." The blond man sorted out the documents and put them all away carefully, waving his hands with a smile, "Then I'll catch my flight first, CEO, and I'll wait for your good news."
He pursed his lips and nodded, but the corners of his mouth raised a bit of sarcasm: Good news? How good is revenge on the Qin family for him?
He was left alone in the private room, and it was so quiet that people felt chills in their hearts.
Qin Muyuan pressed the remote control and raised the transparent glass curtain, overlooking the crowded hall of the nightclub - the thick and huge soundproof glass delineated two completely different worlds
He sneered and shook his head, threw away the remote control and turned around, but stopped when he caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
My heart sank for a moment, and an inexplicable anger arose: Tong Yao, is this a place where you can come?
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