Wang Aochen and Leng Mei climbed out of the window and came to the door of the building, Wang Aochen was about to walk in, but was dragged back by Leng Mei.

"Are you stupid? Are you afraid they won't see you when you walk in?" Leng Mei said.

"Then where do we go from?" Wang Aochen was dragged back all of a sudden, and said with some grievances.

"Follow me!" Leng Mei said and walked in front, while Wang Aochen followed closely behind Leng Mei. The two came to the side of the building, only to see Leng Mei crawling in along the exhaust port, and Wang Aochen hurriedly climbed in when he saw this. The two of them crawled along the exhaust port for a long time until they saw a light.

"Where is this?" asked Wang Aochen in a low voice.

"Where's the office you went to before?" Leng Mei asked.

"Top floor!" Wang Aochen said, pointing upward.

"Let's go!" Leng Mei said. Wang Aochen could only follow Leng Mei and climbed ten floors in one breath, if it weren't for Wang Aochen's good health, he would have to stay here today.

"There's no one here! It's not this!Go down and take a look!" Leng Mei shook his hand and said, Wang Aochen could only listen to the order to retreat to the back, because the space was too small, Wang Aochen could only retreat, and finally turned around when he reached an intersection. The two of them climbed along the exhaust port layer by layer, looking at it layer by layer. Finally found an anomaly on the eighth floor, and the two of them saw a bunch of people in black through the gap in the exhaust port, holding guns with serious expressions, standing neatly, and Blake was directing something in front.

"That's it! All the killers and intelligence departments of the American branch have all gathered together! There must be something big going on!" Leng Mei said with a serious expression as he looked at a room of men in black.

"Let's take the opportunity to serve it!" Wang Aochen said.

"Are you crazy? Do you see that cabinet? It's all **! You don't want to live, I still want to live!" Leng Mei said, pointing to a wardrobe in the room.

"What should I do then?" Wang Aochen was taken aback, if so many ** were blown up, I am afraid that there would not be even any scum left.

"Go back first!" Leng Mei said.

"Okay then!" Wang Aochen stepped back a little reluctantly, and the two finally returned the same way.

The two returned to the hotel, and Wang Aochen couldn't wait to take off his tights.

"I'm finally back!" he said, looking at the already slightly lit sky outside.

"Prepare to prepare, we'll kill you tomorrow night!" Leng Mei said.

"Okay, now I'll go to bed first!" Wang Aochen yawned, fell asleep on the bed, and Leng Mei had no choice but to return to his room.

The next morning, Wang Aochen was shaken awake from his dream again.

"Boss, today's transparent mobile phone press conference is going to be held! Let's go and see!" When he opened his eyes, Gao Shun was standing by the bed.

"Oops! I forgot!" Wang Aochen patted his head and woke up from his dream.

Hurriedly put on his clothes, Wang Aochen got up from the bed.

As soon as they got downstairs, Wang Aochen and the others saw a car already waiting for him.

"Mr. Wang, our boss asked me to pick you up here, and he is already preparing for the press conference!" said the driver.

"Okay, let's get in the car!" Wang Aochen and his entourage got into the car and took the car to the press conference, when Wang Aochen came, the conference had already begun, and Smith was introducing the advantages of transparent mobile phones.

"This phone represents the future, and now it's coming to us! Look at its excellent appearance, look at its excellent performance!" Smith is working hard to introduce the transparent phone, and the lowest price of this phone is only $999!" Smith broke the price, and the scene was in an uproar.

"As far as I know, Mr. Smith, this mobile phone is sold for as little as 1,999 yuan in China, but in the United States, it is priced at as high as $999, which is equivalent to six or seven thousand yuan!" a reporter stood up and asked.

"Then how much does it cost you to buy a fruit mobile phone?" Wang Aochen stood up and asked the reporter rhetorically.

"Fruit six p's costs $749!" the reporter replied.

"But it costs more than 6,000 to sell my phone to China! Isn't it worth the price of selling my mobile phone to the United States?" Wang Aochen continued.

"Are you the chairman of the Siwei Group?" the reporter reacted at once.

"That's right, I am!" Wang Aochen simply walked onto the stage and stood with Smith.

"May I ask Mr. Wang Aochen, is there any dissatisfaction with the American masses with your pricing?" the reporter asked again.

Smith looked at Wang Aochen nervously, for fear that he would say something wrong.

"I'm not dissatisfied with the American masses in any way, I'm just confident in my own products!" Wang Aochen did not fall into the trap of reporters.

"Then why do you want to sell to Americans at a price higher than the Chinese issue price?" the reporter asked again with a burst of blood.

"You can try, buy a Diamond Trace from China and see if you can buy it back for less than $999! Remember, each person can only buy one Diamond Marks mobile phone for the same model, even if it is broken, we have a warranty! And one thing, what you bought back in China is the Chinese version of the system!" Wang Aochen's series of counterattacks left the reporter speechless, and he finally stood there and sat down.

"Any more questions?" Wang Aochen asked.

"No!" the reporter could only say, like a defeated warrior.

"Okay! Do any other journalist friends have questions?" Wang Aochen looked at the reporters in the audience, as if anyone asked another question about the price, he would pull out and shoot. In the end, under the pressure of Wang Aochen's eyes, none of these reporters asked another question about the price, but only asked some innocuous questions. Another reporter asked if it was a Chinese female star who filmed an advertisement with Wang Aochen, and when he learned that it was Wang Aochen's girlfriend, Wang Aochen could feel that all the men in the audience cast envious eyes.

"Mr. Wang Aochen, I find you really amazing! You must be the god of the East!" Smith patted Wang Aochen on the shoulder and said excitedly after the press conference.

"Haha! It should be done!" Wang Aochen said.

"Mr. Wang Aochen, this Tianxun will definitely become the number one in the United States!" Smith said excitedly.

"I don't know if we can have a meal together in a while, Mr. Wang will leave tomorrow, and I can be regarded as a landlord!" Smith said with his arm around Wang Aochen.

"Of course, Mr. Smith!" As if accustomed to Smith's exaggerated expression, Wang Aochen also followed Smith's example and hugged Smith fiercely into his arms.

"Then let's go! My stomach is already growling!" Smith said.

So Wang Aochen and his party got on the bus to the hotel.

Coming to the hotel,

"Mr. Wang Aochen, this is the best Chinese restaurant in this place, hurry up if you like to eat!" Smith handed the menu to Wang Aochen.

"Then I'm welcome!" Wang Aochen picked up the menu, ordered eight dishes, and asked for two catties of liquor. I'm going to get drunk with Smith!