Reborn King of Marketing

Zhang Xuebing was so angry that he wanted to kick this kid. Is he his wife and mother-in-law? He was just a little kid who was urging him to die!

If you want to get out of this situation and make high profits this time, you must take a risk.

He put down the plate and spoon in his hands, gave the horned wooden dragon a few words, and then went to the living room opposite to meet the guests.

The old scholar was drinking tea and chatting with Natasha who had changed out of her military uniform.

Boliswa was wearing a moon-white bragi, standing beside her mother, looking very well-behaved and pitiful.

It's just that her hands are always crossed in front of her lower abdomen, which is a bit like the action of a pregnant woman protecting her fetus. It seems very unnatural. Is this a bad girl?

Zhang Xuebing greeted him according to the etiquette of a junior.

Boliswa looked over with surprise on her face and a smile in her eyes.

Natasha put down her tea cup, stood up gracefully and said, "Xiao Bing, can you show us your room?"

Zhang Xuebing raised his hand sideways and made an invitation gesture, "Welcome Aunt Natasha to visit!"

Natasha walked past Zhang Xuebing without ceremony and walked to the opposite side.

Boliswa followed closely, and when she rubbed shoulders with Zhang Xuebing, she held his arm as affectionately as yesterday.

"Do you miss me?" She said softly in Zhang Xuebing's ear, looking like a couple reunited after a long separation.

Zhang Xuebing deliberately glanced at her lower abdomen and answered the question, "Are you feeling uncomfortable in your stomach?"

A blush flashed across Boliswa's pretty face, and she gave Zhang Xuebing a shy look. She bit her lips and whispered in a low voice, "Yes, it's yours!"

The voice was sweet and sweet, with a touch of grievance and helplessness. Zhang Xuebing almost bent over after hearing it.

This girl was so mean. He took advantage of her and stretched out his hand to pinch the place where he pinched her yesterday.

Boliswa almost cried out in pain, glared at Zhang Xuebing, and pouted at her mother's back in front of her, as if to warn him.

When Natasha opened the door, she seemed to notice it and turned back to the two of them with an intriguing smile.

There was no one in the room here. As the host, Zhang Xuebing hurriedly poured tea and offered his seat.

Natasha briefly inspected the room layout and said softly.

"Dear daughter, I'll lend you my boyfriend for a while, are you okay with that?"

Boliswa knowingly let go of Zhang Xuebing's arm, turned around and left the room.

Seeing her graceful back disappearing behind the door, Zhang Xuebing said with sincere admiration, "Your daughter is so outstanding. She has a chance to be among the top three in a global beauty pageant!"

Natasha sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, smiled, and said to Zhang Xuebing in a seductive tone.

"Do you want to really get her?"

Stop pouring me the ecstasy soup, Zhang Xuebing laughed, sat opposite Natasha, and said in a helpless tone.

"I'm here for business, not for a blind date!"

Natasha nodded slightly and showed admiration, "I admire young people like you who put their career first. Leave those supplies. This city needs them. You can take your people home!"

Without waiting for Zhang Xuebing to speak, she added, "You will get a price no lower than that in your country. I will pay you in rubles. This trip to the screw country is a fruitful one. From now on, as long as I am here, this

The trade routes will always be open to you!"

Zhang Xuebing almost laughed out loud. This woman was so domineering. She took a pile of waste paper and wanted to exchange it for the most in-demand supplies at the moment, and she also set the rules for the future. This was simply too much bullying.

And what she meant when she returned home was that she even counted the bets from last night's dance.

It was unbearable, Zhang Xuebing showed a sinister smile on his lips, but his tone was calm.

"If I don't get what I want, I'd rather throw these goods into the sea!"

Natasha stared into Zhang Xuebing's eyes, as if she wanted to see through him.

She saw the determination to move forward from his eyes, and she was sure that this young man could do what he said.

"I won't let you do this. If you really do this, China won't let you go after you return!"

Zhang Xuebing heard it, and she must have used the Tomak device as a bargaining chip to blackmail the old scholar and the others into submission.

At this time, her self-confidence must be shattered, otherwise she will always be in control and it will be difficult to stand up.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuebing showed a contemptuous smile, "Your trump card is that big microwave oven!"

Natasha's expression suddenly changed and returned to normal in an instant. She pretended to be calm and asked with a frown.

"I don't understand what you are saying!"

Old God Zhang Xuebing crossed his legs, "Your Tomac is a giant microwave oven. It uses the principle of microwave heating to heat hydrogen isotopes into an ion state, and then uses superconducting magnetism to bind these ions with tens of millions of degrees.

, perform aggregation, am I right?”

Natasha, who had always been as steady as a rock, almost jumped up from the sofa. She looked at Zhang Xuebing with fear in her eyes, and she even stuttered when she spoke.

"You, how did you know? But Liu Wenxian said you are not one of theirs?"

Immediately, Natasha suddenly realized, "You are from the United States!"

Zhang Xuebing was so angry that he almost vomited blood. In your eyes, do you think I look like a traitor?

"Do you think there are no capable people on this earth except you and the United States? Superficial!"

Of course Natasha knew that there were many secret organizations with extraordinary abilities that could even influence the world structure.

She did not continue to guess Zhang Xuebing's identity, and sat back on the sofa with an uneasy mood, regaining her initial amiability.

"Then what is your purpose? Do you want to destroy our deal with China?"

This made it clear that they were talking to each other as equals, and Zhang Xuebing breathed a sigh of relief.

His mind was spinning so fast that he thought of the most reasonable excuse in the blink of an eye.

"Your purpose is to exchange for supplies with that worthless device. Who do you want to trade with? Why do you have to hang yourself on a tree in China?"

Natasha asked with confusion, "You mean the United States and the Eagle Country?"

Zhang Xuebing showed a smirk and winked at her, "Yes, they are rich. China is so poor. The most they give you are agricultural products and light industrial products. Why are you leaving the fat and not chewing the bones?

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As far as Zhang Xuebing knows, in the past few months, people from all over the world have rushed to the country of screws like vultures smelling the smell of rotting corpses, just hoping to tear off a piece of fat from it.

The Screw Country, which is about to fall apart, has sold all its high-tech products due to the imbalance of interests in various aspects.

This includes weapons, energy, and even nuclear technology.

Natasha's eyes lit up, "Then how can you guarantee that they will also pay a high price?"

Zhang Xuebing said, "It's too simple. If there are two dogs grabbing the bones, it's good meat. I'll let the old scholar, oh, Liu Wenxian play the role of one dog. Why don't you try your best to grab the others?"

Although it sounds very childish, sometimes between big countries, it is like playing house, and very childish things can turn into big events that make people speechless.

While Natasha listened, her mind was spinning rapidly. After a long while, she nodded, "You can try it, but I want to know, what do you need?"

Zhang Xuebing put away his cynicism and said sincerely, "You sell Liu Wenxian the things he needs most, and in exchange for my supplies, give me the things I need!"

What is the most needed thing? Undoubtedly, this is another question that the lion has to ask.

Natasha suddenly showed a strange smile, "What a pity, you should put forward conditions first and then come up with ideas!"