Zhonghai City, Yindu Jianguo Hotel---

The BMW car sent Song Zhichao to the door of the hotel, and Song Zhichao saw the royal Bi Wenfeng from Hong Kong at first sight.

On a hot day, Bi Wenfeng was meticulously dressed, with a gray-black suit, trousers, and even his hair was meticulously cared for, his expression was still the same--- wearing glasses, and his face was straight, as if someone owed him a lot of money.

In fact, just looking at Bi Wenfeng's current appearance, no one knows that this person's net worth is almost nearly 100 million--- that's right, following Song Zhichao for two or three years, the current Bi Wenfeng can be said to be definitely a big guy among his peers. Therefore, in the Hong Kong legal community, Bi Wenfeng is simply a representative of the "golden lawyer", and many peers admire him, and secretly trust the relationship and want to get closer to him.

It can be said that where Bi Wenfeng appeared in Hong Kong, there will be a large number of lawyers to follow, because of his extraordinary achievements, he is known as the "king of law".

But the famous "King of Law" in front of him was guarding the door of the hotel, braving the hot weather, personally opening the car door for Song Zhichao, and then holding out a black parasol to cover the top of Song Zhichao's head.

When Song Zhichao saw him like this, he smiled and said: "I'm not a child, and besides, the hotel is only two or three steps away, so you don't need an umbrella." ”

"Oh. ”

With a snap, Bi Wenfeng put the parasol away again.

Song Zhichao: "......"

Look at the scorching sun, "You open it, you open it, and then what do you do." ”

"Then are you going to let me open it, or do you want it to close?"

Song Zhichao: "......"

For this strange thinking, Song Zhichao can only "hey, hey, hey".

......

Accompanied by Bi Wenfeng, the two walked towards the hotel lobby.

"I've already booked the room for you, the eighth floor, room 808. According to your requirements, did not book the presidential suite, just booked a standard room with hot water, free breakfast, this is a breakfast roll--- breakfast is a buffet, in the Chinese restaurant on the third floor. If you want to enjoy Western food, then go to the western restaurant on the second floor, where there is a lobby bar, and the Italian espresso brewed is very good, and by the way, the baguette is also good......"

Along the way, Bi Wenfeng quietly explained all the contents, so that Song Zhichao couldn't understand whether he was a barrister or a housekeeper.

"What about the documents? about the list of senior personnel on the Ericsson side. Song Zhichao asked.

"I already have the list on your desk--- Tom Gill, the head of Ericsson's Zhonghai headquarters, I also called him, and soon he will come to you to report to you. ”

"Swedes?"

"Yes. ”

"What did he do?"

"The manager of the overseas development department of Ericsson in Sweden is fluent in three Chinese, especially Chinese. ”

Song Zhichao nodded, "In this era, Chinese is not spoken well, and I dare not come to China to develop." ”

As they spoke, the two walked through the hall and took the elevator to the eighth floor.

Bi Wenfeng took out the key--- there is no such high-end electromagnetic induction room card in this era, they are all ordinary keys.

Open the door, turn on the light, and invite Song Zhichao in.

As soon as you enter the room, you will be filled with a jasmine-scented air freshener.

Obviously, the room had just been cleaned, otherwise the smell wouldn't be so strong.

Song Zhichao had a bad nose, so he took out a handkerchief to cover his nose and looked around.

Bi Wenfeng said on the side: "I have explained, but recently Zhonghai has been engaged in activities, and the occupancy rate of major hotels is very high, and the room cleaning is a little hurried. ”

Song Zhichao nodded, "I know you are careful---

With a bang, he opened the curtains, Song Zhichao looked out, and then said: "It's a pity that my nose is too sensitive, I can't stand the cold, I can't stand the heat, and I can't stand such a strong fragrance." ”

"Then I'll give you another one. ”

"No, it's nice here, just in front of the window to see the radio tower. ”

Outside the window, the Oriental Pearl Tower stands as if it is four or five hundred meters away from the hotel where he stays.

Bi Wenfeng followed Song Zhichao's gaze and glanced at the giant tower, and said: "It's my dereliction of duty--- this broadcasting tower will not be completed until next year, and if you live here, there may be noise." ”

Song Zhichao turned around and smiled, "There is no absolutely perfect thing in this world--- watching them work hard, you will be more grateful for your current life." ”

Bi Wenfeng's stiff face finally had a smile: "If I am grateful, I am only grateful to you, boss." ”

"Hehe, this is not like your character, learn to pat on the back. ”

"It's not sycophancy, it's truth. ”

"Your truth is more powerful than sycophancy--- boss and I'm a little flustered. ”

Bi Wenfeng: "......"

Don't look at his defenses in court, but in real life, he is not good at talking, especially a boss like Song Zhichao who is not "teasing" him, he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Fortunately, at this time, there was a knock on the door.

"It should be Tom Gill, they're coming. ”

Sure enough, when Bi Wenfeng opened the door, he saw a middle-aged ghost guy with yellow hair, white skin, a big nose, and a big belly standing outside the door--- followed by the smell of wine.

There is also a woman next to the ghost guy, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, short hair, capable, wearing a black professional suit, but her appearance is a little worse, her eyes are small, her lips are thick, her cheekbones are still high, and her skin is relatively rough--- but this is very in line with the aesthetic views of foreigners on Asians.

As the person in charge of Ericsson's Zhonghai headquarters, Tom has always been very arrogant--- to be precise, because China's economic development level is still relatively backward in this era, so many foreigners come to China with a superior mentality, in their eyes, as if China is still the Qing Dynasty that was invaded and humiliated by people.

Therefore, even if Song Zhichao is now the real boss behind Ericsson, Tom did not show much respect and seriousness when he saw him, on the contrary, he still slanted slightly drunk pig eyes, held a big belly, and without waiting for Bi Wenfeng's introduction, he pointed at Song Zhichao very impolitely and said, "Needless to say, you are the boss of our company, China Song." After saying that, there was a wine burp, apparently, he had just come from drinking.

With his hand waving away the smell of wine, Song Zhichao smiled, this ghost guy was interesting, so he didn't say anything.

Bi Wenfeng looked at Tom and made a straight face: "Tom Gill, have you been drinking?"

Tom laughed and said, "Drink some whiskey--- God, Chinese liquor is so bad, it tastes terrible." After speaking, he patted his big belly, looking very uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhichao, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned gloomy.

Next to her, the woman who looked like a female secretary hurriedly opened her mouth to help explain: "Mr. Tom was contacting business just now, so he entertained a little bit." ”

Bi Wenfeng said coldly: "Entertainment? Didn't he know that he was going to come here today to report on his work?"

Before the female secretary could say anything, Tom, who was a little drunk from drinking, pushed his female secretary away, then pointed at Bi Wenfeng's nose and said to him: "Debriefing?oh, God, I almost forgot, what should I do, hehe--- are you going to sanction me because I drank a little more wine?" There was a joke on his face, and he looked like he was not afraid of anyone.

Bi Wenfeng: "......"

I've never seen such an arrogant ghost.

At this time, Song Zhichao gently patted Bi Wenfeng's shoulder and motioned for him to stand aside first.

Bi Wenfeng got out of the way, Song Zhichao walked to the front, put one hand in his pocket, tilted his head, smiled at Tom Gill, and said, "No, it's not him who wants to sanction you--- it's me who wants to sanction you!"

Tom Gill: "......"

Before he could figure it out, he saw Song Zhichao slap his face with a "snap".