Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 644

Xia Xiaoluo didn't embarrass him too much, after all, this very important business matter was involved later.Xia Xiaoluo must treat it with caution, and it's enough to satisfy her pretentious mentality.

Thinking of this, he smiled lightly 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 the negotiation."

Xia Xiaoluo smiled wryly, rubbed her stomach, and said, "I think, if everyone has had dinner, the negotiation will be more enjoyable and the success rate will be higher? Don't you think so?"

It was only then that Bill remembered that Xia Xiaoluo hadn't eaten yet.He sincerely invited: "In order to express Vale's gratitude to your company, please give me a chance to treat you to dinner, okay?"

Of course Xia Xiaoluo didn't want to, wouldn't it be tiring to eat with him?

With a smile, he said: "That's unnecessary. Actually, I didn't give you any help. We are doing things that are beneficial to both companies in accordance with business rules and the principle of mutual benefit, aren't we?"

Xia Xiaoluo and him agreed on a time for the negotiation. Now, Bill was in a hurry and didn't want to cause more trouble. He couldn't let Xia Xiaoluo return to China, so he set the time for the negotiation after dinner.

In front of him, Xia Xiaoluo took out her mobile phone, dialed Mr. Robertson, and said loudly on purpose: "Mr. Robertson, please find Miss Jenny."

After a while, the phone called Jenny, and Xia Xiaoluo smiled and said: "Miss Jenny, thank you, your call is very effective. Now, Mr. Bill from the asset management department has called me back. Yes, um ...Yes, he said, he will give me a chance to negotiate. All this is thanks to Miss Jenny. How to express my gratitude? I think..." Xia Xiaoluo said tenderly: "There are only roses and candlelight dinner."

Xia Xiaoluo exchanged some pleasantries with Jenny, saying that she still had business matters to attend to, so she hung up the phone.

Bill was already stunned, and asked, "Excuse me, is the Miss Jenny you're talking about Miss Jenny from the Bethlehem family?"

"Well. I think we're talking about the same person."

Bill's face was ashen, and he supported the conference table so that he didn't collapse on the ground. My God, Miss Bill of the Bethlehem family, the little princess Jenny who is known as the half of the world's steel industry who will control the world's steel industry for the next 50 years?

How did she meet this Chinese boy in front of her? !And it seems that the relationship is very close, even reminiscent of a couple.

How can this be? !

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

This, this, what can I do?Major shareholders have been alarmed.The future chairman of Vale!If she wants to be dissatisfied with herself in the future, she will not only drive herself out of Vale, but even make herself unable to gain a foothold in the entire North and South America region!

Bill felt very pitiful, like a little sheep with a hungry tiger in front and a wolf in the back!Anyway, it is a dead word!The only choice is how to die!

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

After dinner, everyone reunited in the conference room.

But at this time, the representative of Xia Xiaoluo's side was already at a low position with an absolute advantage.Those agents invited from the Rothschild Bank are now extraordinarily pretentious, pretentious, aloof, and like the emperor meeting his subjects.There is no business etiquette at all.

However, this is what Xia Xiaoluo would like to see.This is also a psychological hint in the negotiation, letting the other party know his position, that he is in a passive position, and his momentum is a little weaker.

However, Bill still didn't happily sign a contract with the black triangle represented by Xia Xiaoluo.

It's very simple, he used a very old trick - the word "drag".

Now he wants to keep his wife and daughter's name, but also keep his career. There is no better way, so he can only do this, stop with silence, and respond to changes with the same.

As long as there is no real progress in the negotiations with Xia Xiaoluo, the names of his wife and daughter will be safe for the time being.

As long as the negotiation with Xia Xiaoluo does not break down, he will not be kicked out by the board of directors.

This is a seemingly simple method, but it is actually the most effective method.It is also his lifeline.

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 gets rid of the Rio First Command and helps Bill find his wife and daughter again, the situation will develop in his favor.

So, he is very calm now.Just waiting for the performance of the blade.

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

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

A few old men in casual attire were fishing and chatting there. They obviously enjoyed their leisure time more than fishing itself brought them fun.Several people are all over 70 years old, but they are in high spirits, with a kind of open and close temperament, which is obviously the accumulation of long-term cultivation of those who were in the upper class when they were young.

They all fixed their fishing rods and lay on the chaise longues made of coarse moso bamboo under the parasols, lazily looking at the sparkling water surface, humming unknown tunes, leisurely and peaceful.

"Old Lin, I heard that your little boy brought a foreign daughter-in-law home, when will he treat us to a wedding wine!" 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 home, I'll break his leg. Good Chinese women don't like those foreign devils, what a family misfortune!" The skinny Lin Jingfeng said angrily. .

Thinking that his Lin family was all martyrs, his family participated in the Anti-Japanese War, the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and participated in the self-defense counterattack against India on the McMahon Line in Tibet. They were also veteran soldiers who participated in the War to Resist US Aid Korea and Vietnam. He also personally participated in the self-defense counterattack against India, so several generations of his royal family are of red blood. Because of this almost rigid and dogmatic family education, he especially dislikes foreigners. According to his thinking, whether it is The food we eat, the cloth we use, of course, and the women who carry on the family line are all good in China.So he was quite disgusted and repulsed that his son wanted to marry a foreign woman.

The 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 Jiangmen said in a deep voice: "Last month I went to Kunming to visit an old comrade-in-arms. Behind a foreigner, with a flattering and flattering look on his face, if I had killed those bastards in the first few years, they would have defeated the Chinese people's backbone and arrogance.

Cao Pingchuan sighed and said with emotion: "Indeed! Although the standard of living has improved over the years, life is better than ours at 01:30, which can be said to be the difference between clouds and mud, but the quality of this group of young people is getting better and better. It’s getting worse. Back then we were in chaos, we still carried Mao, Chairman’s Quotations, and Das Kapital with us in the midst of the dead, but what books young people read today are all romantic, romantic, and romantic garbage. I am afraid that the firm party spirit will not be able to withstand this kind of erosion! Recently, I have seen some kind of learning party at the top. I am afraid that the original intention is good, but I am afraid that the gang of officials are not learning how to be popular and specialize in combining theory and practice. The road, but walked into the crooked road and was blinded by those sugar-coated shells."

Lin Jingfeng said a little angrily: "The last time my nephew who was in college came to visit me and complained to me that what Mao Gai and Ma Zhe they studied was boring to death, and they also said that the Ministry of Education is brain-dead? Still learning that set of old and antique things, when I heard this, I was so angry that I didn't even drink the Moutai they brought at noon that had been stored for more than 20 years."

"Haha" Several people laughed when they heard this, even Cao Pingchuan, who was clutching an obviously old purple sand pot and seldom talked, also laughed, the arc was very light, but it was like a Beijing opera Accumulated thickness of thousands of years.

The old man just looked at the lake in front of him quietly, and occasionally took a sip of the purple sand pot in his hand. The tea was freshly fried spring tea, which he bought from an old tea farmer and was grown by himself. Pu'er tea, after drinking the mouth, the clear and slightly sweet fragrance permeates the whole mouth, making the old man deeply intoxicated.

The old man does not look old, but reveals the wisdom and insight accumulated over the years, like the black and white two sons on the chessboard, simple but full of mystery.

Looking at the lake, the old man fell into remembrance from time to time, his eyes filled with all kinds of wonderful and difficult lights, like the Pu'er tea tree under the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain that has survived for hundreds of years.

For Cao Pingchuan's reticence, the other elders have long been familiar with it. They have known each other for decades, and they know each other's personalities well.

Several old people sat together and chatted with some parents. For them, power and money are just fleeting things now. They have seen everything in their life. They used to own those things. Great ambitions, no matter how incomparable ambitions, have all turned into the indifferent state of mind in the lake in front of him, calm and unwavering, not surprised by favor or shame.Just like they are fishing, they immediately throw it into the water after catching it. The fish is not their goal, what they enjoy is the scenery and process of life.

Cao Pingchuan was still lying on the bamboo chair. After a while, he suddenly hummed the desolate Henan opera that was sung throughout the thick soil of the eight hundred miles of the Central Plains. Under the sound, there was a kind of autumn soldiers on the battlefield, the bleakness and chill of the strong man's horse leather shroud.

After singing for a while, the voice of the old man gradually became smaller until it disappeared.

Cao Pingchuan squinted his eyes slightly, rubbing the already cold purple sand pot with his hands, watching the setting sun slowly sinking into the vast shield back.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Cao Pingchuan smiled calmly, cracked his mouth, and said with a smile: "I don't know if the kid's merger in Brazil will be successful..."

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