The winter rain in the Jiangnan water town is like smoke and fog, and the winter rain in the metropolis of Shanghai is dripping, and the ten miles of foreign fields are international hotels.

Miss Lily hears the doorbell ringing and walks over to open it.

I saw Director Qian wearing a black suit and tie, taking off the wide-brimmed hat of the same color, pressing it to his chest, and bowing down to an English gentleman.

All of a sudden, she was intoxicated, and she grabbed the wide and fluffy British dinner dress with a diameter of half a meter, and bowed her knees back.

After thinking about it, I felt that it was not good enough, so I straightened my hands and turned around in place, so that the long skirt flew up, and laughed:

"How's the skirt?"

Director Qian replied with three words with a serious face:

"A thousand fans!"

Miss Lily happily returned to her wide dresser, carefully applied her lipstick, and then made a seductive kiss:

"How's this lipstick?"

Director Qian replied with a smile:

"Heartthrob!"

Miss Lily was greatly encouraged, picked up a glass perfume bottle of angel archery, sprayed the perfume a few times, breathed intoxicatedly, and asked:

"How about this French perfume?"

Director Qian moved his nose exaggeratedly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he quickly changed to a very bright smile:

"I'm sucked!"

Miss Lily happily turned to look at the vanity mirror, and reached out and touched the upper part of the head with pigtails, and the lower part of the hair:

"You have a custom in China and England that is the same, married ladies will use braided hair, and ladies can only use braided hair! This hair doesn't go well with a skirt. ”

Director Qian made a serious look:

"It's a good match, my eldest lady, I bet even the dead will be captivated by you!"

Miss Lily laughed and trembled, looked in the mirror again, and said:

"You are the most sweet and sweet-talking among the Chinese people, and you are fascinated by thousands of people. Heartthrob, dead man, dead man! ”

Director Qian smiled:

"What is sweet talk, we Chinese. The most important thing is to be affordable! ”

When he was done, he took out a small black wooden box and placed it on the dresser:

"Open it and take a look."

Miss Lily opened the box and it was a pair of long diamond earrings that were full of brilliance.

She deliberately covered her heart with her hand and made an exclamation:

"Did you give this to me? My dear! ”

"Of course. I'll put it on for you! ”

Miss Lily turned around, her back to the vanity mirror, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Director Qian stood in front of her, bent down and put two diamond earrings on her, his hands steady.

After another ten minutes, the two walked out of the room with their shoulders on their shoulders, and walked through the corridor, where there was also a bar in the center of the same floor of the International Hotel, and a Beethoven song was played melodiously on the red copper horn.

Young Master Tuesday and Young Master Wednesday sat on a rose-gold fabric sofa leaning against a round table in British style. Bored listening to music. On the round table are tall glasses filled with red wine.

Miss Lily put down the arm that was encircling Director Qian, and said with some embarrassment:

"When did you arrive? Did you make you wait for a long time? I don't think the time has come yet. ”

On Tuesday, the young master smiled and stood up and saluted:

"All gentlemen will be honored to wait for such a beautiful lady!"

Miss Lily didn't expect that a Chinese teenager like Young Master Tuesday would also make a little ambiguous joke on her, her face changed a few times, and she didn't think of how to take it.

On Tuesday, the young master saw that she was embarrassed, so he continued to praise her:

"The earrings are beautiful!"

Miss Lily relented and curtsied!

Director Qian looked at the watch:

"It's almost time!"

On Tuesday, the young master turned around and sat back on the sofa lazily:

"Wait another ten minutes!"

The four of them sat down on the sofa again, and after listening to the music for a while, Miss Lily, a little nervous and embarrassed, reached out and took a tall glass wine glass to play with.

Director Qian stretched out his hand. Patted on her knee:

"It's nothing, you don't have to speak!"

It took more than ten minutes for them to take the elevator upstairs slowly.

In the lobby on the top floor of the International Hotel, there is a briefing session of Ping An Pharmaceutical, entertaining dozens of representatives of warlords who have come to purchase medicines.

The representatives of the warlords were dressed differently. There are robes and horse coats, suits and leather shoes, and there are also military uniforms that exude murderous aura, but it doesn't matter, because the barbaric and arrogant people who can't communicate have long been cleaned up.

The rest are ready to spend money on medicine, today. It's about business. Whether it is a small or small trouble, whether it is a thousand troops and horses, marching and fighting, wound medicine is a very important necessity.

Ping An Pharmaceutical's Yunnan Baiyao, penicillin, is recognized for its miraculous effects on wounds and surgeries. But it was too fragmentary and inconvenient to buy it from the hands of pharmacists and doctors, so they went directly to the pharmacies.

The different enemies who killed on the battlefield with blood-red eyes and clenched teeth can coexist peacefully in the grand ballroom of this international hotel, because they have already had several experiences, and they will always meet when they purchase food and weapons.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged white engineer stood in the center of the banquet and stopped the handmade band and announced the opening of the briefing.

Then I found a piece of paper and read it stiffly:

"The total number of drugs we can provide is one million units, which is obviously too far from the number required by everyone, but we must respect science and objective reality, and the current output of the factory can only be so much, so divide one million units into 100 parts, start by portion, and the one with the highest price will win."

……

The auction of 100 medicines was soon over, and the military representatives were guided by foreign waiters in white shirts and bow ties to sign the contract, and the two people who signed the pharmaceutical factory were Miss Lily and Director Qian.

One purchasing representative was dissatisfied:

"What country is this Ping An Pharmaceutical?"

If it's local, of course, you can think of other ways, but looking at the current table, it seems to be British.

Director Qian smiled and replied with an ambiguous sentence:

"Do business, give money, that country also has to give money!"

If it's from Huaxia, maybe it's possible, and some people can not give money. Don't think too much about everything, and if you think about it, you will be very sad.

The young master didn't say a word during the entire briefing on Tuesday. I wasn't in a good mood, and when the contract was signed, I was done. On Tuesday, the young master packed all the agreements in a black leather bag and went to Taohuaju in a high-bay Ford car:

Peach Blossom House

Apricot was sitting in the living room, talking to a few teenage girls from the countryside of Shandong, and when she saw them coming, she said with a smile:

"You're lucky, today we eat bamboo skewer steamed buns, and the cook from my hometown is here!"

Bamboo steamed bread is a staple food in Ping'an County, Shandong, and the shape of ordinary steamed bread is different, it is a long strip, that is, similar to the shape of the whole sweet potato, the top of the steamed bread is split like a flower, and it is forked up with chopsticks when eating!

…… (To be continued.) )