The reborn businesswoman loses again

Chapter 672 Conditions
It was beyond everyone's expectation that Hans would directly name the team in Macau. After all, the relationship between Country M and Huaxia had always been a superficial friendship, and there were countless frictions between the two countries competing for resources in private.

Hans has never visited China.

Wu Hua was in a state of shock at the time, and the cigarette he had just stole fell to the ground. When he stood up suddenly, he stomped it out with one foot, and then turned his face away, showing a flattering smile that was no different from everyone else's.

"This is Ambassador Hans, right? I've admired his name for a long time. Thank you for paying attention to our student art team in Macau. This is a member of the student union of our Yingcai High School and the student with the best grades." Wu Hua changed to English , the tongue is more agile, a few words not only flattered but also introduced the identity by the way.

"I have heard a little about Yingcai High School. It is indeed an outstanding team." As an outstanding diplomat, Hans can do it to the point where even if he has never heard of the name, it is absolutely unrecognizable. I can also talk about the actual content in a simple way, "I have always admired Chinese culture. I saw an ancient Chinese calligraphy and painting at an auction a while ago, and I was attracted by the calligraphy on it. I am also very interested in this aspect recently. "

This is a foreigner who does not understand the return process.

Wu Hua complained silently in his heart, but the smile on his face became more sincere and eager, "It's rare that the ambassador likes it. It is an honor for our Yingcai High School to have the opportunity to promote my Chinese culture. If the ambassador doesn't dislike it, I will prepare it for you. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone for students to display on the spot.”

Now that you are on the exhibition stand, you must be ready to display art for the guests at any time, and sometimes compete in the same field.

But Huo Junsen did not expect that what he will show today is calligraphy.

Seeing Wu Hua's wink, it was obvious that he was fooling around casually, but this did not conform to his rigorous style of doing things.

"Mr. Hans, most of our group are talented students in painting and musical instruments. We only have a superficial understanding of calligraphy. Please forgive me if we don't do well."

He simply clarified the situation and did not want to tarnish the quintessence of the country with sloppy technology.

Such frankness was appreciated by Hans, and he expressed his desire to see the students' works.

The team members who had prepared just now came to the stage to grind ink and spread rice paper. When the fragrance of ink permeated the air, there was an aura from the mysterious east that made everyone look forward to it.

"China has a history of 5000 years of inheritance, and writing is one of the oldest civilizations. I always feel that there are many secrets hidden in writing. After the return of Macao, the economy has developed by leaps and bounds in recent years." Hans watched the students writing, while chatting with Wu Hua beside him.

"Yes, the people of Macau a few decades ago would never have imagined the glory they have today." Wu Hua didn't know the other party's intentions, and Qin Qing, who was sitting behind him, laughed when he heard the regular answer.

Due to the angle, Hans didn't see her, but she could clearly hear their conversation.

"I heard that Macau has succeeded the new gambling king. He is still very young. I wonder if the teacher has seen it?"

When hearing these words, Qin Qing already knew the other party's intention to find Yingcai.

"Mr. Hans was joking. The King of Gamblers is the most famous person in Macau. Everyone has heard of this name, but it is not so easy to meet the King of Gamblers." Wu Hua laughed in his heart at the whims of the fake foreign devils. Bai Cai will see him whenever he wants, but on the surface he is serious, "However, the new king of gambling has been recuperating from illness after the competition, and has not participated in any interviews, so we have no way of seeing him."

Even the videos at the time of the competition rarely showed close-up shots, and now there is not a single photo that has been handed down on the Internet.

"Are you sick?" Hans seemed obsessed with this answer, with a hint of worry on his mature and handsome face.

At this time, the copybook had just been completed, and everyone gathered around to appreciate it, and praised it regardless of whether it was good or bad.In certain situations, atmosphere and compliments sometimes trump other things.What they had to do now was to make Hans happy and leave a good impression.

Huo Junsen was extremely impatient with this kind of bureaucratic perfunctory, so he stood aside and kept silent with the corners of his lips pursed.

"Mr. Hans, this student's work is not very mature yet, so you can just take a look at it." Wu Hua glanced at the copybook, but didn't see any advantages or disadvantages. He smacked his mouth and said vaguely.

Hans nodded slightly, and walked to the table politely, looking at the brush and ink on the rice paper on the case, the poems outlined by the authentic lower case horizontally and vertically were like rubbings from printed matter, regular but without aura.

"Is this the best level in the team?" Hans pondered for a while before asking.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd who were full of admiration just now fell silent, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on their faces.

"This is because our students are lacking in knowledge." Wu Hua bowed his head in apology, and he couldn't tell whether he was depressed or fortunate.

Hans shook his head and said politely: "This is just my whim, I hope to cooperate again next time."

The implication is that I have no intention of choosing the Macau team.

Huo Junsen did not expect that his first failure would be in calligraphy. Looking at the gloating or sympathetic gazes from around him, his youthful chest seemed to be on fire, and he slowly clenched his fists.

"President, are you not reconciled?" At this time, a light and pleasant female voice came from the side, with a slight smile that seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Huo Junsen withdrew his emotions quickly, looked ahead without even turning the corners of his eyes, and said calmly: "Skills are not as good as people, go back and add one more training program."

Next time, he won't fall in the same place.

After all, he is a child of noble origin, no matter how measured he is, it is still difficult to get rid of his arrogant nature. This defeat finally hit him hard.

And Qin Qing grasped this point very well, and said quietly with her hands behind her back: "If I help Yingcai get back the place, can you promise me a condition?"

What?Huo Junsen frowned, looked down at the girl, his eyes were already tinged with coldness, "What do you want?"

"Don't be nervous." Qin Qing raised her head, revealing a fair and immature face, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, "I just want you to help me heal someone."

She knew that the Huo family would not make a move easily, so she could only take the opportunity to raise conditions.

And this also made Huo Junsen's face calm down, and he relaxed his vigilance, "As long as you can do it, I can promise you."

The standard for this is to be recognized by Hans.

Receiving the promise, Qin Qing turned her mouth and walked forward to the table, "Mr. Hans stay awhile, I have also practiced some calligraphy, why don't you let me try."

Hans, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard the words, and turned his head suddenly.

"Miss Qin?!"

(End of this chapter)