Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 666 680 [Arrogance and Face Slapping]

Zhonghai City, Yindu Jianguo Hotel——
The BMW car sent Song Zhichao to the door of the hotel, and Song Zhichao saw Bi Wenfeng, the royal prince who came from Hong Kong at first sight.

It was a hot day, but Bi Wenfeng was dressed meticulously, gray-black suit, trousers, even his hair was carefully done, and his expression was still the same—wearing glasses, with a stern face, as if someone owed him a lot of money of.

In fact, just looking at Bi Wenfeng's current appearance, no one knows that this person's net worth is almost [-] million yuan-yes, after following Song Zhichao for two or three years, the current Bi Wenfeng can be said to be definitely a rich man among his peers.Therefore, in Hong Kong's legal circle, Bi Wenfeng is simply the representative of the "golden lawyer". Many colleagues admire him, and they secretly rely on relationships to get closer to him.

It can be said that wherever Bi Wenfeng appeared in Hong Kong, there would be a lot of lawyers following him, because of his extraordinary achievements, he was hailed as the "king of law and politics".

But in front of him, the famous "King of Law and Politics" stood guard at the entrance of the hotel, braving the hot weather, personally opened the car door for Song Zhichao, and then opened a black parasol to cover Song Zhichao's head.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhichao smiled and said, "I'm not a child, and the hotel is only two or three steps away, so you don't need an umbrella."

"Oh."

With a snap, Bi Wenfeng closed the parasol again.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Look at the vicious sun, "You open it, then you open it, and what do you do when you close it."

"Then do you want me to open it, or close it?"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Song Zhichao could only "heh heh heh" about this weird thinking situation.

……

Accompanied by Bi Wenfeng, the two walked towards the hotel lobby.

"I've already booked the room for you, on the eighth floor, room [-]. According to your request, I didn't book the presidential suite, but just booked the standard room, with hot water and free breakfast. This is the breakfast roll——breakfast It's a buffet, in the Chinese restaurant on the third floor. If you want to enjoy western food, then go to the western restaurant on the second floor, where there is a lobby bar, the Italian espresso is very good, by the way, baguettes are also good..."

Along the way, Bi Wenfeng explained everything calmly, making Song Zhichao confused whether he was a barrister or a housekeeper.

"Where are the documents? About the list of senior personnel at Ericsson." Song Zhichao asked.

"I've put the list on your desk——Tom Gill, the person in charge of Ericsson Zhonghai headquarters, I will also call him, and he will come to report to you soon."

"Swede?"

"Yes."

"What did he do?"

"The manager of the overseas development department of Ericsson, Sweden, is proficient in three languages, especially fluent in Chinese."

Song Zhichao nodded, "I can't speak Chinese well in this era, so I dare not come to China to develop."

While talking, the two walked through the hall and took the elevator to the eighth floor.

Bi Wenfeng took out the keys—there is no such high-end electromagnetic induction room card in this era, they are all ordinary keys.

Open the door, turn on the lights, and invite Song Zhichao in.

As soon as you enter the room, there is an air freshener with the scent of jasmine.

Obviously, the room had just been cleaned, otherwise the smell wouldn't be so strong.

Song Zhichao had a bad nose, so he took out a handkerchief to cover his nose and looked around.

Bi Wenfeng said from the side: "I told you, but China Overseas is holding an event recently, and the occupancy rate of major hotels is very high, and the room cleaning is a bit rushed."

Song Zhichao nodded, "I know you're careful—"

With a bang, the curtains were opened, Song Zhichao looked out, and then said: "It's a pity that my nose is too sensitive, and I can't stand the cold, the heat, and the strong fragrance."

"Then I'll change another room for you."

"No, it's pretty good here, you can just see the radio tower through the window."

Outside the window, the towering Oriental Pearl Tower seemed to be 500 meters away from the hotel where he stayed. If you look closely, you can even see the skilled workers working on the tower.

Bi Wenfeng followed Song Zhichao's eyes to look at the giant tower, and said, "It's my negligence——this radio tower will not be completed until next year, and you may be noisy if you live here."

Song Zhichao turned around and smiled, "There is no such thing as absolute perfection in this world --- watching them work hard will make you appreciate the life you have now."

A smile finally appeared on Bi Wenfeng's stern face: "If I say gratitude, I'm only grateful to you, the boss."

"Hehe, this is not like your character, you have learned to flatter."

"It's not flattery, it's the truth."

"Your honest words are more powerful than flattery——Boss, I'm a little bit flustered."

Bi Wenfeng: "..."

Don't look at him answering fluently in court, but he is not good at talking in real life, especially if a boss like Song Zhichao "tricks" him, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Fortunately, at this time, there was a knock on the door.

"It should be Tom Gill and the others."

Sure enough, when Bi Wenfeng opened the door, he saw a middle-aged ghost with yellow hair, white skin, big nose, and a big belly standing outside the door - followed by the smell of alcohol.

There is another woman next to Guilao, 27 years old, short hair, capable, wearing a black professional suit, but she looks a little worse, with small eyes, thick lips, high cheekbones, and rough skin- ——But this is very in line with the aesthetic views of foreigners on Asians.

As the person in charge of Ericsson China Overseas Headquarters, Tom has always been very arrogant—to be precise, because China’s economic development level is relatively backward in this era, many foreigners come to China with a superior mentality. In his eyes, it seems that China is still the country that was invaded and bullied in the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, even though Song Zhichao is now the real big boss behind Ericsson, Tom didn't show much respect and seriousness when he saw him. Pointing at Song Zhichao impolitely, he said, "Needless to say, you are China Song, the boss of our company." After speaking, he hiccupped, obviously, he just came over after drinking.

Song Zhichao smiled as he waved away the smell of alcohol. This ghost was interesting, so he didn't say a word.

Bi Wenfeng looked at Tom with a straight face: "Tom-Gill, have you been drinking?"

Tom laughed and said, "I drank some whiskey—God, the foreign wine in China is really bad, and the taste is terrible." After finishing speaking, he patted his big belly, looking very uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhichao, who was originally smiling, suddenly became gloomy.

Next to her, the woman who looked like a female secretary hurriedly opened her mouth to help explain: "Mr. Tom was in contact with business just now, so he entertained a little bit."

Bi Wenfeng said coldly: "Entertainment? Didn't he know that he was coming here today to report on his work?"

Before the female secretary could say anything, Tom, who was a little drunk, pushed his female secretary away, pointed at Bi Wenfeng's nose, and said to him, "Debriefing? Oh, God, I almost forgot, what should I do?" Well, hehe——are you going to punish me because I drank a little too much wine?" There was a joke on his face, as if he was not afraid of anyone.

Bi Wenfeng: "..."

I have never seen such an arrogant ghost.

At this moment, Song Zhichao patted Bi Wenfeng on the shoulder lightly, signaling him to stand aside first.

Bi Wenfeng stepped aside, Song Zhichao walked to the front, put one hand in his pocket, tilted his head, smiled at Tom Gill, and said, "No, it's not him who wants to sanction you—the one who wants to sanction you is me!"

Tom Gill: "..."

Before he could figure it out, Song Zhichao slapped him across the face.

(End of this chapter)