February 10, 2019 noon, New York, USA, Marvel Bar.

Paul, a young doctor, was sitting in a corner of the bar, his eyes staring at the door, as if waiting for someone.

He was fresh and handsome, with pure blue eyes, fair skin, and a tall nose, and was wearing a crisp gray suit and shiny black moccasins, which were enough to make the flies standing on it skate.

The Piaget watch hand on his wrist pointed to half past eleven, and he sat in the second booth by the door, chewing a camel cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke ring slowly rising.

Soft music played in the bar, like a small river flowing slowly, brushing his skin.

There weren't many people in the bar, and a few customers chatted as they sipped their drinks, sometimes loud and sometimes small, with the occasional rippling laughter. On a high stool near the bar sat a short, stocky dark-skinned man with yellow hair like autumn leaves, his ass struggling to squeeze into his seat.

The waiter in a white uniform stood inside the bar, wiping a glass in his hand, and a smile like a mathematical formula on his face, like a plastic fake flower in a black porcelain bottle on the bar.

He looked at the Piaget watch on his wrist, this netizen who had never met before was already half an hour late, of course, the lateness of the woman on the date was God allowed.

A smiling waiter floated over and glanced at his goblet, just as a dream-like woman walked in.

At that moment, the whole bar froze, the chatting customers stopped talking, and the waiters, who were still busy just a moment ago, froze there, motionless, like the moment when the orchestra conductor had just finished beating the beat on the music stand and was hanging in the air with his arms raised.

She is tall, plump and sexy, with attractive light blonde hair, eyes of a rare peacock blue, long, pale eyelashes, and a glimmer of ice blue in her clear eyes.

Everything around was suddenly eclipsed.

She walked over to a table across from Paul and put down her bag. She sat down, straightened her bag, and smiled so gently, so pure and elegant, that he almost lost consciousness.

Paul's breath froze, his eyes fixed on her. She noticed his gaze, and her gaze moved up slightly, over his shoulder, and into the distance, as if looking for someone. Then, she took her phone out of her bag, swiped the screen slightly, and pointed her index finger at it.

Almost instantly, Paul's cell phone rang, and they looked at each other and smiled. Paul seemed to feel suffocated, and happiness came so quickly that he couldn't bear it. He hurriedly stood up, pressed the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray, picked up the wine glass on the table, and walked towards the dream-like woman, and the eyes of the customers on the table next to him were projected with brushes and brushes, as if they were countless knives.

He sat across from her, put down his whiskey, and smiled slightly, revealing three teeth. She didn't speak either, and the fingers of her right hand made an OK.

Like a lover in a previous life, full of tacit understanding, everything is in words,

Paul took a sip of whiskey, his lips trembling slightly, "Hi! I'm Paul, 'Saint Seiya'." ”

She smiled charmingly again, "I, Jenny, 'Rose in the Desert'. Her voice smelled of roses.

After a few words, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious, Paul raised his eyelids, and said, "I, I, I want to make friends with you!" After saying that, he took a breath of relief and looked into Jenny's eyes as if he had completed a difficult job.

"Aren't you friends now?"

"Yes, yes, look at my IQ. Paul scratched his head, and the red hair on his head was like the bright feathers of a rooster.

"Harvard's top students. OLEI is a world-renowned company. Jenny showed a look of envy, "Every company welcomes talents like you." She continued, "Our MOG medical group is far from the same size. ”

"I'm just a newcomer. Paul said modestly.

"Opportunities are for newcomers, it depends on how you grasp them, especially if you are young, handsome and ambitious. Jenny whispered, as gentle as water, and a hint of blush on her face, like a peach blossom in March. She took a sip of red wine, as if to hide something.

"I'll take care of it!" Paul said in a firm tone, as if trying to make a promise.

"Tell me about your company's business, maybe I can work with you. Jenny said with a smile.

"Our company is mainly engaged in the research and development of biological agents, the repair and sales of biological specimens, and the production and research and development of various cytokines, but it mainly cooperates with well-known RAND companies. Paul smiled and introduced, "It's so professional, I'm afraid you don't understand." ”

"I'm angry. Jenny pursed her lips and looked to the door.

"I'm sorry, take back what you just said!" Paul said, laughing.

"Our company has a lot of demand for biologics, and this is an opportunity to work together. Jenny said triumphantly as she knocked on the table.

"Great!" Paul couldn't help but get excited, he knew that Jenny was still interested in him.

Jenny's cell phone rang, vibrating on the table.

She glanced at Paul, reached for her phone, and answered the call, "Hello, M."

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After Jenny said goodbye to the other party, she put down her phone, put her hands together, rested on the table, looked at Paul, and said, "Sorry, handsome guy." I'm going to get a deal, I'm looking forward to my next date. ”

She dialed the phone again, as if it were for the driver. Her voice was soft, like a wisp of March wind.

Paul had already heard what was on the phone, stretched out his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and made a helpless gesture, showing a look of infinite cherishment.

Jenny picked up her glass and touched Paul's, drank it dry, put her phone in her handbag, straightened her clothes, and prepared to stand up.

At this time, several car horns sounded at the door of the bar, and a black stretched Cadillac quietly stopped at the door.