Girl, I’ll Teach You Cultivation

The negotiating team was still in the conference room and paused several times. This time, the negotiation collapsed and paused again. The situation was stronger than others, and no matter how stubborn they were, it was useless. A group of people went to the tea room.

"What should I do, Mr. Lin?"

This time, Mr. Lin, the chief negotiator, took off his eyes. Although he was smart and capable, he felt tired and kept softening his eyes.

"Weak countries have no diplomacy. The current situation is that the other party is clearly bullying you. Over the years, Hua has developed too fast, and they have suffered too much. If they seize the opportunity this time, they will definitely kill them. "

"But is there any way, now we are not only facing the United States, but the whole world."

"We are against the whole world, do you understand!"

Those present don't understand, but they have already reached this stage. They have a heavy responsibility on their shoulders. What can they do to try their best to fight for it? trample on the dignity of China.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

"I don't have so much time to spend with you, I'll give you another five minutes to think about it, if it doesn't work, we won't yell at you here anymore."

"You know the consequences!"

The white-haired foreigner outside walked in, looking domineering.

Mr. Lin said angrily: "Consequences, what consequences? Mr. Andre, I think you have not been sincere in negotiating with us from the beginning."

"Sincerity?" the white-haired foreigner said, "Are you qualified to mention this word? The moment Cong Jiangluo picked up the butcher's knife, you have no qualifications. You are butchers and demons. You are not worthy of living in this world." superior."

"you……"

The white-haired foreigner said: "For the last time, either sign the contract, or...wait for our anger."

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Lin's expression changed completely. He thought that these foreigners took the opportunity to humiliate them, but the current situation does not seem to be the case.

"Still unwilling?"

Asked jokingly in the eyes of the white-haired foreigner, Mr. Lin noticed that his toes were out, ready to leave at any time, Mr. Lin's heart beat violently.

He felt very bad, his heart couldn't bear it, and then the severe pain hit him. He covered his heart and said, "Sign, I will sign!"

"Hahaha……"

The white-haired foreigner raised his head and laughed loudly, and the negotiators from various countries behind him also laughed. The Chinese people in front of him were like clowns.

"Why!"

Mr. Lin patted his head heavily with his hands.

Times have changed. Mr. Lin thought that such a thing would never happen again, but he never expected that history would repeat itself again. He signed his name tremblingly with a pen.

With this lottery, most of the land is gone.

The surrounding negotiators all lowered their heads and sighed like defeated generals.

When the last stroke was made, Mr. Lin felt that his whole body was exhausted, his face was so pale that there was no blood left, and he handed over the contract tremblingly.

"Hahaha……"

Looking at the signed daimyo and the resulting contract, the white-haired foreigner laughed, and the negotiators from other countries also laughed.

Laughter resounded in the meeting room, full of irony.

"It's done, I believe the Snow Country meeting is almost over..."

The negotiators stood up one after another, ready to leave.

With a bang, the nine-meter-high conference door was pushed open, and the big boss's secretary appeared at the door. He had a serious face, but a proud face, his steps were steady and powerful, and his eyes sparkled.

"You don't have to sign the contract!"

The white-haired foreigner raised the contract in his hand and said, "You seem to be late, your people have already signed the contract."

The secretary was stunned: "Signed?"

"Hehehe, black and white!" He pointed to the surveillance above: "There is also a camera."

"You are too late!"

The representatives of the surrounding countries also laughed, very complacent, especially the representatives of Japan, their eyes were even more insane. Everything Jiang Luoxia did in Japan was the price.

Mr. Lin said sadly, "I'm sorry!"

The secretary smiled, stretched out his hand to take the contract in Mr. Lin's hand, looked at it, the veins on his forehead jumped up, and finally shook his head, and tore up the contract under everyone's dumbfounded.

"You..." The white-haired foreigner was speechless in surprise.

"What are you doing?" The people around him shouted angrily.

"Crazy, crazy, Chinese people are crazy!"

The secretary said: "If you don't like the contract, tear it up!"

Mr. Lin and the rest of the Chinese staff were also stunned, what's going on.

"Sir, do you know what you are doing? Blatantly tearing up the contract, you will be responsible..." The white-haired foreigner was enraged: "Believe it or not, we will unite and beat you."

The secretary said: "Hit, if you don't hit us, we will never let you go. America, Japan, the sun never sets, BF Asia... none of you can escape this debt."

"Are you crazy?"

The secretary said: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the God of Thunder begged Mr. Jiang for mercy in the sky, but you also know Mr. Jiang's temper. He is what you call a devil. How can anyone who offends him be good? In the end, regardless of Thunder God's begging, his sword was merciless, and he was cut in half from the middle."

The people on the other side were all dumbfounded.

"Thor, dead?"

The secretary said to Mr. Lin: "Let's go, there is no need to deal with this group of people anymore. What awaits them will be the anger of Mr. Jiang and the big boss. Let them pay for the insolence and rudeness just now, which is more painful than the contract." A thousand times the price."

The white-haired old man trembled in fright, and hurriedly shouted: "Please wait!"

"What else do you want to say?"

The white-haired old man swallowed hard and said, "I'm sorry, dear sir, we were wrong, we were wrong, can we talk again, please, soon..."

The big secretary smiled coldly: "There is nothing to talk about, Japan is your role model."

ah!

The eyes of the white-haired old man were about to pop out. The scene in Tokyo appeared in his mind, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "No, don't want to go. Let's talk about it. We agree to your conditions."

The big secretary shook his head and said, "It's too late. Mr. Jiang's temper is definitely not reciprocal. What he wants is always to kill them all and leave no one behind."

After talking about the secret, he ignored them and turned away.

Mr. Lin and the others raised their eyebrows and felt completely refreshed.

"Sir, sir..."

The white-haired old man and a group of negotiators from various countries were dumbfounded.

At the entrance of Diaoyutai, the big boss lined up to welcome him personally, but Jiang Luoxia did not show up. He has always been like this. It seems that everything in this world is not what he wants. He is fighting for power and victory. On the contrary, he really didn't care about the benefits, and he had already returned to the manor at this moment.

Wang Xintong was standing under the eaves, and the surrounding lights had already been lit, and she saw that figure flying towards the sky from a distance, looking at this figure, even though she had already known the result, she was still inexplicably excited.

"came back?"

Jiang Xiu's face was still indifferent, but Wang Xintong's uncontrollable excitement formed a huge contrast, as if he just went out for a walk.

"Get something to eat!"

Seeing him still indifferent, Wang Xintong broke down in his heart, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, while Jiang Xiu walked past her, looking at his cold and arrogant back, Wang Xintong said: "I want to dance for you. "

Jiang Xiu said in a rare way, "Let's watch while eating."

"good!"

There was a bit of joy in Wang Xintong's voice, and he turned and left immediately.

Just as Jiang Xiu entered the room, the phone rang: "Hello..."

"You definitely don't need my congratulations!" Long Yingqing's voice was a little boring, "So I didn't come to congratulate you with this call. You have an old friend who cares about you very much and called me, so I think it is necessary Tell you."

Cheng Lingran is a special person, Long Yingqing felt that he should tell Jiang Xiu.

"Old friend?"

Long Yingqing said: "Yes, old friend, a friend from when I was studying at Imperial University, I think you will never forget her."

"School belle Cheng Lingran!"