The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Junci endured it as an experience of the characteristic culture of the imperial capital.

By 7 o'clock in the evening, half an hour's drive away, Junci hadn't arrived yet.

Brother Gou and the editor-in-chief waited eagerly. Finally, Brother Gou couldn't help but made a call to Jun Ci.

As the editor in charge, the author's phone number must be available.

And this is also the first time that Brother Gou has called Junci, and it feels like he has broken through some dimension wall, a little nervous.

"...Hello, the emperor?"

The phone rang twice and was connected, but the other party didn't speak first, so Brother Gou said nervously.

"Yep?"

Ouch, Nima's voice is mortal.

You can't tell if it's a man or a woman with a particularly deep voice, you will be drunk in the voice for the first time.

Especially after the phone, it's like a feather scratching your heart, and the numbness is like an electric current spreading through your body.

Especially the kind of lazy tune.

Devil, devil!

This kind is born to harm society!

"Then... that I am your responsible dog... dog's tail grass, I want to ask where you are now."

Brother Gou spoke with the emperor very cautiously and nervously.

The editor-in-chief sitting next to him glanced sideways at Brother Dog, who usually speaks a lot of rogue.

Why did you call an author and you were scared?

"The traffic jam, according to the traffic conditions ahead, it will arrive in another eighteen minutes."

Junci lay reclining in the back seat of the car, and for eighteen minutes, Gulu analyzed the result for her.

"Oh oh oh then we wait for you."

Because of the panic, Brother Gou didn't get to the extreme details of Junci for eighteen minutes, so he hung up the phone.

Hanging up the phone, I felt relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the editor-in-chief: "Say there are 18 minutes left."

"I'll wait for eighteen minutes. In another eight minutes, we can order food. When he comes, he can eat directly. This is a big deal, and it must be negotiated! You are his editor and you are usually responsible for him. , You have to try your best to lobby to avoid the other party's change of mind."

"Know that."

Brother Gou nodded repeatedly, and here, after eighteen minutes, Jun Ci arrived at the meeting place on time.

It is a big hotel directly near Luodu Group.

The decoration is luxurious and upscale, and people walking inside feel worthy.

A lap inside seems to be a successful person.

Jun Ci is wearing a simple sportswear, which seems a bit unsuitable for haunting here.

But when she went directly in, the doorman subconsciously bowed his head and said, "Welcome."

And the waist is lower than other guests.

Jun Ci passed straight between them like a gust of wind.

When he raised his head, the doorman was a little confused.

I felt that when the young man walked over just now, it was like an aristocrat who was patrolling the territory, so arrogant that he was so natural that it made people unable to distinguish some situations.

Brother Gou was waiting in the lobby of the hotel, his eyes lit up when he saw the boy coming by at the door.

It's just that the other party wears a mask on his face, although he can't see his appearance.

However, just looking at the lazy charm of the other person, and a little dullness, Brother Gou immediately determined that this is the emperor!

He immediately wanted to wave his hand to shout the emperor, but he was ashamed to call the emperor too Nima in this place.

Brother Gou thought for a long time, and finally it sounded that the emperor's real name was Junci.

Suddenly raised his hand happily and greeted: "Jun porcelain?"

And Jun Ci also came directly towards him.