At Pudong Airport, a group of men in suits and leather shoes, who looked like business people, stood at the VIP exit and whispered. The announcement sounded, and the group of men quickly stopped talking to each other and stood in two rows, while a very elegant-looking man came to the front, looking at the exit level, with an expectant expression on his face.

After a while, a man wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and a black trench coat walked out with a briefcase in a hurry, followed by two burly men in suits, and then three girls with sunglasses surrounded by a group of people.

After the elegant man saw the man in the trench coat, a flash of excitement flashed, and then he shouted calmly: "President Park, this way!" ”

The man in the trench coat stopped, took off his sunglasses and looked at the elegant man for a while, and the baby face with the opposite temperament stepped forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Wang, it's been a few months to say goodbye!" ”

Fluent Chinese made the eyebrows of Kim Wa and Iron Gun behind Park Ji-sub tremble, although it was not the first time I heard it, but it was still dumb! And the three people who followed closely behind, Han Eunjing, Li Juli, and Park Ji-yeon looked at each other wordlessly. Park Ji-sub can Chinese, they all know it, but they are so fluent...... It's kind of outrageous.

A wry smile flashed on the face of the man who was called Mr. Wang by Park Ji-sub, and he bowed helplessly to Park Ji-sub and said, "The chairman is still so fond of joking." ”

"What, others are allowed to call you Mr. Wang, and I am not allowed to call you?" Park Ji-sub handed the briefcase to Kim Wa and joked playfully, "Okay, you're more Korean-like than me." ”

"I think the president is more like a Chinese than me." The man joked, but immediately his eyes fell on Han Eunjing and the others, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, as the president of Citrine.P in China, he naturally knew two of them, as for Park Ji-yeon...... He really didn't know who it was.

Seeing the other party's strange appearance, Park Ji-sub smiled and motioned to the three girls to come closer and introduced: "Eunjing, Ju Li, and then this is my sister, don't admit your mistake in the future." ”

"Welcome three beautiful ladies to the Magic City, trust me! It's a lot more fun than Seoul. A stunned look flashed in Wang Zicheng's eyes, and he glanced at Park Ji-yeon. He said with a confident smile.

The phrase was spoken in Korean, and although it wasn't that fluent, the three girls barely understood it.

Park Ji-yeon, who was educated by Kim Tae-hee, knows that it is best to be reserved enough on such occasions, and she is not so good at talking about scenes. So he smiled and nodded. Han Enjing blinked generously, with a very expectant expression.

Li Juli chuckled and said with a unique milk voice: "I can take your words seriously!" ”

Wang Zicheng was stunned for a while, and only after a while did he react, and said with a laugh: "Director Li is different from the legend!" ”

"You know me?" An accident flashed on Li Juli's beautiful little face, and she asked suspiciously.

"Of course I do. The plan to live in China began to be implemented in China a few years ago, and he is in charge. But it's not called Suju Country, it's called ACFUN. Park Ji-sub said with a joke: "But his development speed is much slower than yours, so I have learned a lot of your marketing cases, and there is no one who doesn't know the master in terms of indirect apprenticeship." ”

Wang Zicheng nodded without hesitation, and said very frankly: "At the first glance of Director Li, I didn't believe that you were actually the legendary Li Juli, who beautifully concealed your talent. ”

"Hey, are Chinese people so good at complimenting people?" Li Juli shouted with a bit of deliberate surprise.

Short conversations. But it made the sense of alienation between several people disappear a lot. After being polite, Wang Zicheng introduced a group of managers behind him. The last time Park Ji-sub came to China was too short, and he was looking for ways to mature his throat, so he didn't inspect the Citrine.P branch in China at all.

In fact, two years after signing Song Qian, Park Ji-sub took out a small amount of money to register Citrine.P in Hwakook. It wasn't until Myth turned his back on him, and after a complete acquisition of GOOD, that he began to develop in full swing.

In the past few years, Citrine.P has developed rapidly with its advanced planning and excellent vision. However, because it is a foreign-funded enterprise, it is more troublesome to review and officially. So although the strength is good, it can even be said to be a first-line brokerage company, but it is not very famous.

In today's relations between China and South Korea, it is impossible to allow such a swaggering development of a company controlled by South Koreans. But people do bring benefits. Then make a compromise and make you famous in the industry! But in the eyes of the people, it is a small company.

The group left the airport, and a row of commercial vehicles had been parked at the exit, Park Ji-yeon and Li Juli, Han Eun-jeong, Park Ji-yeon, plus Jin Wa and Iron Gun got into the front Mercedes-Benz, while Wang Zicheng got into a black Porsche alone.

Inside the car. Park Ji-sub suddenly looked at the street scene outside the window, he once belonged to this country, the traffic planning here, the people here, and the grass and trees here, made him feel as if he had returned to his previous life.

"Ji-sub, that tower looks like Namsan Tower!" Park Ji-yeon looked at the Oriental Pearl Tower standing by the river in the distance and shouted in amazement.

Park Ji-sub followed the girl's gaze, then pinched Park Ji-yeon's face with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "Slave, that's taller than Namsan Tower, and it should be beautiful." ”

"Really?" Just seeing the upper body of the tower, Park Ji-yeon couldn't deny retracting her gaze and nodded, and began to look at the scenery on the street with a full face.

Park Ji-sub was stunned, it seems that this girl doesn't believe it. The Oriental Pearl Tower was really beautiful when it was in front of me, but Park Ji-yeon had never seen it. However, he did not continue to explain that there are some things that need to be seen with your own eyes.

"Ji-sub, why do you seem to be familiar with this place!" Han Enjing patted the other party casually and asked, "If it weren't for watching you grow up, I would have thought you had been here." ”

Park Ji-sub smiled and didn't answer, but he thought silently in his heart. He did come for you, but by then he was incapacitated......

"President, have lunch first, and then go to the hotel and settle down."

The business car stopped in front of a restaurant, Wang Zicheng opened the car door for Park Ji-sub, pointed to the restaurant behind him and said with a chuckle: "The chairman likes Chinese cuisine so much, this time I will eat authentic local food." ”

Park Ji-sub looked up with interest, and the word 'Tang Xuan' composed of black letters on a red background made him smile even more. He knew about the restaurant and had almost come to eat at the time...... But that was all from the previous life. (To be continued.) )

PS: Why is no one tipping...... The author who starved to death in front of the computer~~!