Why, are these companies so weirdly named?

Holding the postcard in his hand, George Soros had an indescribable feeling, he didn't think it was when he first met these company owners in London, but now that these postcards are put together, he always feels that something is strange.

Big Big Wolf!

Perhaps, his boss is a man himself, and he likes wolves as much as Robertson does.

But what the hell is this slow sheep?

Sheep on Scottish pastures?

Suddenly, George Soros laughed dumbly, and he remembered who the owner of the company was.

A month ago, Soros met a very interesting guy at a dinner party in the financial world in London, a guy who seemed calm and honest, but was actually humorous, funny, and a little obscene and shameless.

is in his fifties, and he has a little girlfriend who is less than twenty years old.

The most interesting thing is that someone told Soros that the guy's little girlfriend was the daughter of his ex-wife.

It's just unbelievable.

Later, at the banquet, a friend introduced the two to chat a few words, even if they got acquainted, the more they talked, the more interesting Soros found it interesting, the guy named Robert John didn't look like an Englishman.

There is no British arrogance, old-fashionedness, or arrogance, on the contrary, very joking and sociable.

After thinking about it for a moment, Soros's eyes flickered a few times, Robert John's Slow Sheep Company seems to have a very good relationship in the London financial community, and has a relationship with Standard Chartered Bank and HSBC, and also does a lending business, although the interest rate is a little higher, but at this time, it is undoubtedly the best object to borrow money from them.

London, Financial District.

Robert John and his little girlfriend, Lucy Badenberg, sit in a Starbucks café.

Belch......

This guy doesn't have the gentleman, humor and humor that George Soros has in his impression, hanging a cigarette on his toes, smoking as if no one is around, wantonly spitting smoke and invading other people's bodies with second-hand smoke, and he has no sense of public morality at all.

The most hateful thing is that the hair on his head is thinning a lot, and he has a big belly, at least two hundred pounds, but he is accompanied by a young girl. The long golden hair draped over the shoulders shone with a layer of gold in the light, and the white and red complexion had a different beauty, and the slightly exposed neck was delicate and attractive.

Watching Robert John smoke a cigarette unscrupulously, Bourne Weisman looked at him with indignation, and wanted to go up and beat him up.

If you have money, can you do what you want?

Such a gentle and beautiful girl, that bastard actually loves her at all, let her absorb second-hand smoke directly, don't you know that this is very unhealthy!

Damn rich people! It's poisoning other people's lives.

The fire was like poison rising from his heart, and the anger that came from his heart made Byrne Weisman determined, and he walked to the two of them as much as he could.

"Sir. Smoking is not allowed here. ”

After a quick glance at Lucy Badenberg, Byrne Wiesman said to Robert John.

Robert John's eyes can be bent, and although Byrne Weisman looked at Lucy Badenberg with a vague and quick look, he still saw the trace of admiration and regret in Wisman's eyes.

Admire the beauty of Lucy Badenberg, and regret that she sits across from her.

Robert John was well aware of this.

Another guy who is interested in seeing the color.

Raising his eyebrows, and stiffening Bourne Wiesman's slightly defiant look, the old radish head took out his wallet and took out a red bill from his wallet.

The red-colored paper banknotes, which glow seductively in the light, feature the Queen's ****** on the front, a portrait of John Hoblum, the first Governor of the Bank of England on the back, the bank's janitor on the left, and John Hoblum's residence on the back.

50￡。

A full fifty pounds.

Flipping the money over on the table, Robert John gently pushed it forward, knocking it down on the edge of the table.

"Is that okay now?"

For a moment, Byrne Wiesman's handsome face turned red, and he subconsciously glanced at Lucy Badenberg, and his eyes widened with anger.

"You ......"

Byrne Wiesman didn't finish his sentence, and another red bill was pushed.

However, it is different from the red banknote on the table.

100￡。

Why are you fooling me with fake money?

Byrne Weisman couldn't help but be stunned, he had seen a lot of people who pretended to be coerced, but he had never seen anyone pretend to be coerced with fake money, and he pretended to be so natural.

"Oh. Sorry, I took the wrong one, this is the money in circulation between our banks. ”

Robert John gentlemanly apologized, put the hundred pounds he had taken out back into his wallet, and put them on the table in exchange for two fifty pounds.

This time, the anger in Bourne Weisman's eyes was completely gone, and Mali picked up the money from the table and handed the coffee cup he had just cleaned up the table to the old turnip.

"Sir. Feel free to do so!"

“......”

A pair of eyes suddenly looked at the two old radish heads, probably a little unbearable to the weirdness in that kind of eyes, Lucy Badenberg kicked the old radish head in the leg, and the taste of punishment could not be more obvious.

But then, she laughed herself, the old radish head pretended to be forced, it was too handsome.

In this regard, the old radish head just calmly spat out a puff of smoke at the people around him, and the aura of pretending to be forced looked as hateful as it was.

Bell Bell Bell –

A sudden phone rang, and the unique customized ringtone made the old radish head startled, and he quickly took out the phone and pressed the call button.

"Boss. Good evening, you have worked hard Li Wanji, why haven't you rested now!"

"Old turnip head. Are you complimenting me, or are you scolding me?"

"Oh, God can testify for me. My devotion to you is even more devout than Bigan. ”

Probably to show that what he said was true, the old radish head had a flattering look, and even his upright body just now was slightly bent.

The people around him showed shameless eyes one by one, a person was arrogant just now, and now he is like a grandson, how can he be so inconsistent.

Shen Jiannan was also suspicious, he really didn't understand what the old radish head had learned in the fifteen years in Huaxia.

What to do, what can't you do, sycophants have always been the number one.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy anymore, Shen Jiannan went straight to the point of this call.

"Listen, old turnip. You like to drill holes, I don't care. But now, there's one very important thing. Not long ago, I had a dinner with Schlesinger. I think, you know what I mean. ”