The largest ballroom in the Grand Moscow Hotel.

Berezovsky, Ma Yun and Mikas, between the cups, talked very happily, the atmosphere was strong, and they were not cold.

However, if you want to say that these few people sit together, they can be regarded as meeting good talents, and they are on the same footing.

Mikath was not only the vice president of Hilton, but also the granddaughter of the hotel emperor Conrad Hilton, who was educated by the so-called Western aristocracy since she was a child, and was a standard Western socialite.

Although the Berezovsky four are compared with Mikas, they are all mud-legged and poor, but now they are in charge of such a big business, with thousands of employees under their hands, and the funds they handle every month are calculated in hundreds of millions.

With money and power, the temperament and insight will naturally be cultivated.

As the saying goes, a big husband can't be without power for a day, and a young husband can't be without wealth for a day, that's the truth.

But while eating, Fang Chen suddenly stopped his chopsticks, and his face still showed a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Berezovsky and the others all stopped the chopsticks, knives and forks in their hands, and looked at Fang Chen in surprise, not knowing which drama Fang Chen was making again.

Mikas looked dazed, not knowing what was going on, but she had to follow the others to stop.

"You eat, you eat, I just suddenly remembered that I forgot to call someone for this meal. Fang Chen waved his hand and said with a smile.

Berezovsky and the four of them looked at each other, and they could all see the bewilderment on each other's faces, with their understanding of Fang Chen, it was usually after the bad taste was satisfied, that Mr. Fang showed such a smile, but now Mr. Fang obviously didn't do anything, and he didn't even say much.

Fang Chen forgot about Brother Xiaoma......

Ma Huateng can also be regarded as the leader of the page, the future vice president of Qingtian Communications, and he also traveled thousands of miles to Moscow, it stands to reason that this meal should be called him, and it can be regarded as letting Ma Huaten get to know Berezovsky, the general manager who is in charge of the whole thing, and get acquainted with each other.

But I don't really blame him.

Since Ma Huaten came to Russia, he went to the Moscow Telecommunications Bureau early in the morning, stayed all day, and when he came back at night, he did not come out of his room, either studying paging base station technology or learning Russian.

Over time, Fang Chen had already forgotten about Ma Huateng and almost forgot that there was such a person in Moscow.

"You paging Ma Huateng and asking him to come back for dinner. Fang Chen commanded directly.

Hearing Fang Chen's words, a trace of dazedness flashed in the eyes of Berezovsky and the others, and Ma Huateng and they had also heard of it, at least at the annual meeting.

And it should be called over for dinner.

But in the final analysis, he is only a middle-level cadre of Qingtian Communications, according to Fang Chen's temperament, except for the general manager level of these subsidiaries, Fang Chen disdains to joke and amuse those vice presidents, let alone middle-level cadres.

In the eyes of other company employees, Fang Chen, the boss, is simply perfect, and he has even reached the point of being golden.

A boss like Fang Chen, who talks less, has less to do, and gives more money, is not the perfect boss.

That is, they are familiar with Fang Chen, so they know how many strange habits Fang Chen has.

However, a trace of inexplicable light flashed in Ma Yun's eyes, he remembered that this Ma Huateng seemed to be personally recruited by Mr. Fang.

Originally, he didn't care, but now it seems that Mr. Fang attaches great importance to this college graduate named Ma Huateng.

After being the president of the Federation of Students in Hangzhou for so long, and having been training in Russia for so long, how could he not know that a person's level is not important, what matters is your status in the heart of the boss.

Since Mr. Fang can be so concerned about this Ma Huateng, then maybe one day, when he encounters an opportunity, this Ma Huateng will be on an equal footing with them.

Fang Chen beckoned, how dare Ma Huateng disobey, as soon as he received the page, he quickly put down the work in his hand, washed his hands and ran towards the Moscow Hotel.

After Ma Huateng sat down, Fang Chen's eyes kept scanning Ma Huateng and Ma Yun, and the playful smile on his face lingered for a long time.

Ma Yun and Ma Huateng were frightened, and they didn't know what they had done wrong.

In fact, Fang Chen didn't look at anything else, he just wanted to see if there was a special induction between Lao Ma and Xiao Ma, two long-cherished enemies in their previous lives, in movies and TV series.

After all, this time the two of them were sitting together for dinner, and the two of them just hung up at the last annual meeting, and he didn't know if they said hello or not.

It's a pity that Fang Chen couldn't eat the food that the two of them watched, and seeing that Ma Yun was about to ask, he didn't see any special induction between the two.

Sighing lightly, Fang Chen leaned back in his chair with a somewhat regretful expression, eating the meal in front of him tastelessly.

How could there be no that?

After eating, Fang Chen's presidential suite.

Mikas's white fingers gently stroked the cute hair, and her eyes looked straight downstairs, Berezovsky and others were driving, one after another driving into the distance.

The red taillights of the car are like dotted stars, filling the entire night sky, vast and boundless.

And the cute round eyes narrowed into a line, and the stomach rumbled, a very useful appearance.

It's strange to say, except for Fang Chen, Mengmeng is the closest to Mikasi, and sometimes when she sees Mikas's figure by the window, she wants to go out, which even Wu Maocai can't compare to Mikasi.

Fang Chen thought about it, probably because even cats naturally know about beautiful things, such as him and Mikas.

"Mikas, what are you looking at. ”

Seeing that Mikas seemed to be out of her body, looking out of the window motionlessly, Fang Chen couldn't help but speak.

Hearing this, Mikas woke up like a dream, and instantly woke up, and glanced at Fang Chen with an extremely complicated expression.

The series of convoys just now reminded her of many things and gave her a great shock.

During the meal earlier, Berezovsky and the others were respectful and flattering to Fang Chen, but they could almost be said to be centered on Fang Chen.

While drinking and chatting, there was one eye staring at Fang Chen's every move, otherwise it would not be possible to say that as soon as Fang Chen put down his chopsticks, the others immediately sent down his chopsticks and knives and forks, waiting for Fang Chen to speak.

It seemed that if Fang Chen didn't speak or pick up the chopsticks, they wouldn't continue to eat.

She felt that the relationship between Fang Chen and these people was not simple, the relationship between the boss and the executives of the company, but more like the relationship between the earl and the vassal under the feudal system.

Although she knows that the Eastern world, whether it is Huaxia, or the Soviets, the Eastern Japanese, and the Southern Goryeo, all emphasize the authority of the superior leaders, not to mention life and death, but perverted, just like the Eastern Japanese, it is absolutely common for the superiors to slap their superiors.

And Fang Chen didn't say that he slapped Berezovsky, but she really felt that in Berezovsky's hearts, Fang Chen's authority was heavier than that under the Dongwei social system.

However, just now, she was standing outside the window, and suddenly found that Berezovsky was also a great existence in the eyes of others, hugging each other, everyone was surrounded by no less than twenty or thirty people, seven or eight cars, and it was really a picture of a big man's travel.

Such a sharp contrast really gave her a huge shock.

Thinking of this, Mikas suddenly smiled bitterly, in Russia, aren't Berezovsky, Ma Yun and others real big shots.

Moreover, based on her understanding of these people during her time in Russia, it is absolutely not too much to say that Berezovsky has the ability to call for wind and rain, and every move of these people can have an impact on Russia's economic development and stability.

As soon as the thought moved, Mikas suddenly turned her head and looked directly at Fang Chen, her eyes flashing with bursts of light.

The prestige of Berezovsky and the others is already like this, so what kind of existence is Fang Chen as their boss and the master behind the scenes.

It is not that the United States does not have big capitalists who can influence the domestic situation, but it should be said that there are not too many such people.

But like Fang Chen in Russia, Chiguoguo, undisguised and with extraordinary impact, is unique.

She suddenly felt that this hotel, or Fang Chen, should not be just a temporary haven for her, she could get more things through Fang Chen.

Holding Mengmeng in his arms, Fang Chen looked at Mikas's departing back with a confused expression, what was crazy this night?

Just now I stood by the window in a daze and watched for a long time without saying anything, stared at him for a long time, and asked what was going on, and I didn't say a word.

It's weird!

Or are relatives coming?

Early the next morning, Fang Chen called Wu Maocai to pack his luggage and prepare to return to China.

He said hello to Luzhkov and Kadannikov yesterday, and tonight the trio will meet again to talk about something, and he will be ready to fly back home early tomorrow morning.

It is true that he did not stay in Moscow for too long this time, less than ten days in total, but the key problem is that Fang Chen really did not dare to stay in Moscow any longer.

Now it is less than forty days before his college entrance examination.

If he doesn't hurry up and return to China to review his homework, let alone take the Shuimu exam, he won't even be able to get into other heavy books.

When the time comes, not to mention that he can't get over it in his own heart, Comrade Fang Aiguo's seventeen-year dream on him can be regarded as shattered.

But Fang Chen found that Wu Maocai was unusually today, humming and chirping, grinding and chattering, scurrying around, anyway, there was no intention of packing up his luggage.

Beckoning and calling Wu Maocai over, Fang Chen asked directly, "What are you grinding there?"

"It's not grinding. Wu Maocai said with an innocent face.

Hearing this, Fang Chen said angrily: "I found out that you really don't go to the house for three days, you will lie, right, why don't you want to return to China." ”

But who knew that Wu Maocai actually said with a heartfelt voice: "Ninth Master, you are wrong in what you said, lying, three-year-old children can lie, there is no one who can't lie, the only difference is that this lie is just told to whom." ”

"If you're so stinky and poor again, I'll whip you. Fang Chen couldn't help but glared at Wu Maocai fiercely.

Seeing that Fang Chen was really about to get angry, Wu Mao instantly wilted, and muttered with his mouth: "Didn't I see that your private jet was about to be renovated." ”