Reborn Nobility

Chapter 644 Influence

Xia Xiaoluo didn't embarrass him too much. After all, this was a very important business incident that would be involved later. Xia Xiaoluo had to treat it carefully and just satisfy his pretentiousness.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly and said, "Then, shall we continue the negotiation?"

Bill was overjoyed. He even gave Xia Xiaoluo a warm hug and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xia, let's continue negotiating."

Xia Xiaoluo smiled bitterly, touched his stomach, and said, "I think if everyone had had dinner, the negotiation would be more pleasant and the success rate would be higher? Don't you think so?"

Bill then remembered that Xia Xiaoluo had not eaten yet. He sincerely invited: "To express Vale's gratitude to your company, please give me a chance to treat you to dinner, okay?"

Of course Xia Xiaoluo doesn't want to. Wouldn't it be tiring to have dinner with him?

He smiled and said: "That's unnecessary. In fact, I didn't give you any help. We are all doing things that are beneficial to both companies in accordance with business rules and the principle of mutual benefit, right?"

Xia Xiaoluo and him agreed on a time for negotiation. Now, Bill was very anxious and did not want to cause more trouble and could not let Xia Xiaoluo return to China, so he set the time for negotiation after dinner.

In front of him, Xia Xiaoluo took out his mobile phone, dialed Mr. Robertson's number, and said loudly and deliberately: "Mr. Robertson, please call Miss Jenny."

After a while, the phone called Jenny, and Xia Xiaoluo said with a smile: "Miss Jenny, thank you, your call was very effective. Now, Mr. Bill from the Asset Management Department has called me back. That's right, um

...Yes, he said, he will give me a chance to negotiate. All this is thanks to Miss Jenny. How to express gratitude? I think..." Xia Xiaoluo said tenderly: "There are only roses and candlelight dinner."

Xia Xiaoluo exchanged greetings with Jenny for a few more words, said that he still had business matters to be busy with, and hung up the phone.

Bill was on the side, already stunned, and asked: "Excuse me, is the Miss Jenny you are talking about Miss Jenny from the Bethlehem family?"

"Hmm. I think we are talking about the same person."

Bill's face turned pale, and he held on to the conference table to prevent himself from collapsing to the ground. Oh my god, Miss Bill of the Bethlehem family, the little Princess Jenny who is known as the one who will control half of the global steel industry for the next fifty years?

How did she get to know the Chinese boy in front of her?! And they seemed to have a very close relationship, even reminiscent of a couple.

How is this possible?!

But, in fact, all of this is probably true. In fact, Miss Jenny's name is only circulated in the upper class society in the United States, while Mr. Robertson is even more reclusive and rarely known. This young man is definitely not pretending.

This, this, what should we do? It has already alarmed the major shareholder and future chairman of Vale! If she is dissatisfied with herself in the future, she will not only drive herself out of Vale, but even banish herself from the entire North and South America.

Can't stand!

Bill felt that he was very pitiful, like a little sheep with a hungry tiger in front and a wolf behind! The word "death" was always there! The only thing he could choose was how he died!

Bill's head was getting bigger. However, he was still thinking about how to keep the names of his daughter and wife while satisfying the company's upper management.

Everyone finished dinner with their own agendas and gathered in the conference room again.

However, at this time, the representatives of Xia Xiaoluo's side were already at a low position with absolute advantage. The agents invited from the Rothschild Bank were now extremely pretentious, pretentious, and condescending, and they were like an emperor meeting his subjects. There was no trace of it at all.

Business etiquette can be said.

However, this is what Xia Xiaoluo wants to see. This is also a psychological hint in the negotiation, letting the other party know that he is in a position of being passively beaten, and his momentum is a bit weaker.

However, Bill still did not happily sign the contract with the Black Triangle represented by Xia Xiaoluo.

It's very simple. He used a very old trick - the "drag" trick.

Now he not only wants to keep the names of his wife and daughter, but also his career. Without a better way, he can only act like this, keeping calm and adapting to changes.

As long as there is no substantial progress in the negotiations with Xia Xiaoluo, there will be no worries about the name of his wife and daughter for the time being.

As long as the negotiations with Xia Xiaoluo did not break down substantially, he would not be kicked out by the board of directors.

This seems to be a simple method, but it is actually the most effective method. It is also his chance of survival.

Of course Xia Xiaoluo understood his tricks, and he was also waiting for some kind of turning point. Yes, he knew where Bill's weakness was. As long as the blade eliminated the Rio First Command, he could go back and help Bill find his wife.

Daughter, the situation will develop in a direction that is beneficial to you.

Therefore, he is very calm now. He is just waiting for the performance of the blade.

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In fact, what Xia Xiaoluo doesn't know is that now, China and even all parties around the world are paying attention to Xia Xiaoluo's activities in Brazil.

Hebei, Chengde Summer Resort. Two figures who have made a name for themselves in the modern history of China are sitting on ponies fishing by the lake. The sun is not too hot, but feels a bit warm.

Several old people in casual clothes were fishing and chatting there. They obviously enjoyed their leisure time more than the fishing itself brought them pleasure. Several of them were over 70 years old, but they were in good spirits.

There is a kind of charming temperament that is open and closed, which is obviously a legacy developed over a long period of time by those who were in power when they were young.

They all fixed their fishing rods and lay on the lounge chairs made of rough bamboo under the umbrella, lazily looking at the sparkling water, humming an unknown tune in their mouths, leisurely and peaceful.

"Old Lin, I heard that your kid brought a foreign wife home. When will he treat us to a wedding banquet?" Cao Pingchuan smiled and said to a slightly thin old man next to him.

"Hmph! If that little bastard dares to marry that foreign woman back home, I will have to break his legs. Good Chinese women don't like those foreign devils but prefer those foreign devils. What a misfortune for our family!" said the thin Lin Jingfeng angrily.

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After thinking that all members of the Lin family were martyrs, his family had participated in the Anti-Japanese War, the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and had participated in the self-defense counterattack against India on the McMahon Line in Tibet. They were also veteran soldiers who had participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and the Counterattack against Vietnam, and he

He also personally participated in the self-defense counterattack against India, so generations of his Wang family

They are all of red blood, and because of this almost rigid and dogmatic family education, he is particularly disgusted with foreigners. According to his thinking, whether it is the food he eats, the cloth he uses, and of course the women who carry on the family line, all are good from China.

So he was quite disgusted and repelled that his son wanted to marry a foreign woman.

Several other old people laughed kindly when they heard Lin Jingfeng's words.

Another old man who looked quite serious and exuded a decisive killing temperament unique to generals said in a deep voice: "Last month I went to Kunming to visit an old comrade. At the airport, I saw several Chinese people following him like grandchildren.

Behind a foreigner, I look like a flattering slave. If I had killed those beasts in the first few years, the backbone and arrogance of the Chinese people would have been destroyed by them, and the world would really be in decline."

Cao Pingchuan sighed with emotion: "It's true! Although the living standard has improved in recent years, life is not even a little bit better than ours back then. It can be said that there is a huge difference, but the quality of this group of young people now is getting better and better."

Well, back then when we were in chaos, we still carried Mao, Chairman Quotations, and Das Kapital with us among the dead, but today’s young people read

What kind of books are they? They are all rubbish about romance, romance, and love. No matter how firm the party spirit is, I am afraid that it cannot withstand this kind of erosion! Recently, I have seen some kind of learning-oriented political party being promoted above. I am afraid that the original intention is good, but just

I'm afraid that instead of learning how to be famous and specialize in combining theory and practice, those officials have gone astray and been blinded by those sugar-coated bullets."

Lin Jingfeng said a little angrily: "Last time my nephew who was in college came to see me and complained to me that what they were learning about Mao Gui and Ma Zhe was boring to death, and he also said that the Ministry of Education was mentally retarded for some time.

I was still learning that old-fashioned thing. When I heard this, I was so angry that I didn’t even drink the Moutai they brought for noon that had been stored in the cellar for more than 20 years.”

"Haha" everyone laughed when they heard this. Even Cao Pingchuan, who had been holding an obviously old purple clay pot in his hand and seldom spoke, also laughed. The arc was very light, but it was very Peking Opera-like.

Thousands of years of accumulation.

The old man just looked at the lake in front of him quietly, and occasionally picked up the purple clay pot in his hand and took a sip. The tea was freshly roasted spring tea, which he bought from an old tea farmer and roasted at home.

When Pu'er tea was put into his mouth, the refreshing and slightly sweet fragrance filled his entire mouth, making the old man deeply intoxicated.

The old man does not look old, but exudes wisdom and optimism accumulated over the years. He is like the black and white pieces on a chessboard, simple but full of mystery.

The old man looked at the lake and fell into reminiscence from time to time. His eyes were filled with all kinds of mysterious and mysterious lights, such as the Pu'er tea tree that has survived for hundreds of years under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.

The other elderly people have long been accustomed to Cao Pingchuan's reticence. They have known each other for decades, and they know each other's personalities well.

Several old people sat together and chatted about their parents' gossip. For them, power and money are just fleeting things. They have seen everything in their lives. They once had those things, and now they have retired.

Big ambitions and arrogant ambitions have all turned into an indifferent mentality in the lake in front of them, calm and calm, unfazed by favors and humiliations. Just like they fish, they catch the fish and throw it into the water immediately. The fish is not their goal, they

What you enjoy is the scenery and process of life.

Cao Pingchuan was still lying on the bamboo chair. After a while, he suddenly hummed softly the desolate Henan Opera that had been sung throughout the eight hundred miles of the Central Plains. The tune with a sense of history and sadness sounded a little hoarse to the old man.

Under the sound, there was actually a sense of desolation and solemnity as if soldiers were in autumn on the battlefield, and the warriors were still wrapped in horse leather.

After singing for a while, the old man's voice gradually became quieter until it disappeared.

Cao Pingchuan squinted his eyes slightly, rubbed the already cold purple clay pot in his hands with both hands, and watched the sunset slowly sinking into the vast shield.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

Cao Pingchuan smiled indifferently, cracked his mouth, and said with a smile: "I wonder if that kid's acquisition in Brazil will be successful..."

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