Don’t Turn from Summer

The entrepreneurial cafe is still the same. It is located in the downtown, but it is very quiet and seems to be far away from the bustling city. The proprietress is still elegant and elegant, and she never asks where the guest came from. The bar brother is kind and quiet, but seems to look at everything.

The demise of Feng Chen did not make them treat Mu Hanxia in a hurry, and the coffee provided was still warm and sweet. But Mu Hanxia waited here for two days, and no target person appeared.

In retrospect, Lao Fang's path has been clear: new faces, foreign businessmen, hidden in the city, even beyond the imagination of enterprises like Rong Yue. But Lao Fang also made it very clear-whether she can win this angel investor depends on herself. The difficulty is not small.

Mu Hanxia was sitting in a frequent deck, and he couldn't help feeling.

These two days, she is not completely wasted. During the period, I also held a plan and talked with some people. Some people have expressed interest, but few have made substantial progress.

A "ding dong" sounded, and the bell at the door rang. Mu Hanxia habitually looked up. As a result, she saw the lady behind the bar and suddenly looked at her.

Mu Hanxia's heart moved slightly. Suddenly there was a wonderful intuition that the person who came was the one she was waiting for.

Although she never mentioned her intentions to the boss, even though the boss didn't ask anything these days. But Mu Hanxia now understands that in this world, a thorough person is far beyond her imagination. There is still a long way to go in her life.

She looked at the door and froze.

Is this ... this person?

It is indeed a foreigner with gray hair, a small body, and a pointed and thin face, probably in his fifties. However, he was wearing an old coat, all of which were burred. The jeans were washed pale. The sneakers were also worn and worn, and there was even one place with adhesive tape.

Mu Hanxia silently watched him come in, sit down not far, and asked for a cup of coffee and a sandwich in authentic English.

"Hi, bert!" The hostess brought the coffee in person and greeted him with a smile.

Mu Hanxia kept watching calmly.

Probably she noticed her gaze, and the old Burt looked up and glanced at her. Mu Hanxia immediately put on a sweet smile and just wanted to say "Hi", but Old Bert rolled her eyes.

Mu Hanxia: "..."

In the afternoon cafe quietly, the people at the table next to each other whispered, and the keyboard was knocked. Old Bert took an Apple computer out of his crumpled bag and kept watching. No one noticed him. Mu Hanxia calmed down, smiled again, came to his desk and sat down: "Hi, Mr. Bert, my name is summer, can you talk?"

Originally intended to welcome the old man with a weird appearance again, his eyes were turned away, but he did not expect that he looked up, his blue eyes were sharp and sharp on the face that was not amazing at first. Mu Hanxia was trembling with his heart.

"You're Fang's kid summer?" He asked.

"Ah, yes."

He smiled coldly, his eyes were almost like a knife: "I admit that I have some friendship with Fang, and he offered to hope that I can help you. However, what I hate most is that others come to instruct me to invest. Not to mention that the family is on the verge of bankruptcy Small company. You do n’t have to think about it anymore, so far, goodbye. Oh no, farewell. ”

Mu Hanxia stunned. She didn't expect Lao Fang to do this for her, nor did he think the old man's character was so arrogant. His tone was full of ridicule and disgust, which made Mu Hanxia's heart very uncomfortable and his face slowly turned red.

"What a bad day today ..." Old Butter muttered, put away the computer and walked to the door. Mu Hanxia gritted his teeth and followed.

The two walked on the road one after the other, and Old Bert saw a ghostly expression, and stared back at her severely: "Oh, don't you Chinese, don't you have shame?"

Mu Hanxia followed, and Jin Jin also came up, but smiled slightly: "I just want to talk to you. You must at least give me this opportunity."

Old Bert scolded "*".

He walked to the bus station. Mu Hanxia was a little surprised that he was going to take the bus, but still followed him and got in the car.

The car was quite empty. He even knew that he had found a yellow seat for the old, weak, sick, and pregnant. Mu Hanxia sat directly behind him.

The big bus was dangling, and there was a drizzle outside the window, and neither of them spoke. In fact, Mu Hanxia was also very embarrassed. For the first time in his life, he was so entangled with people. I can think of Lin Mochen, and she feels that she can do something more shameless.

How could Old Bert be scared by this little girl? When she didn't exist and looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, she felt a little tired, closed her eyes and began to rest. He was dressed like this ghost, and naturally he was not afraid of theft. Mu Hanxia didn't know whether he was asleep or not. When he had a clever move, he moved forward a little bit and began to whisper in English his unique competitiveness and advantages ...

"... Lin is a graduate of Columbia University. He launched a fruit war in New York and used his own power to capture the fruit market in New York ... Feng Chen's core competitiveness in clothing business lies in simplicity, fashion and quality brand positioning. With the industry's first speed, it has seized this market and completely occupied the first-mover advantage ... Fengchen's real estate ... "

Her voice is low and soft, very pleasant, and of course she speaks English with a "Chinese accent". Old Bert didn't want to listen, but her voice digged into her ears thinly. Listening and listening, he raised his eyebrows without any trace, but still closed his eyes, as if indifferent, as if he really fell asleep.

it's dark.

The bus returned to the bus terminal. Mu Hanxia watched the driver pull the brake and the car stopped steadily. Then the driver shouted, "The terminal is here!" Regardless of the two, he jumped out of the car and left.

The surroundings were dark, Mu Hanxia looked outside, and looked at the old Robert who was still asleep with his eyes closed. There was only the sound of his breathing in the compartment.

"Hey! Mr. Bert! It's the end!" She pushed him slightly.

No response.

She called him a few more words, and even shook his body. But he slept too much, only a few clicks on his mouth, and he didn't move.

Mu Hanxia did not move, she did not dare to beat him, this old man has a bad temper, what should I do if he hurts him? She sat quietly beside him.

There was only a little light from the street lights in the compartment, quiet and dim. But at this time Mu Hanxia could see clearly his oldness, wrinkles on his forehead, silver hair all over his head, and a thin, not strong body. Although I have only just met today, although he is a foreigner with an ingenious personality, at the moment, the most intuitive feeling for Mu Hanxia is just an old man. So I accidentally slept so heavily on the bus.