Chapter 882: She's the Light (Supplement 31)

Remembering the painful memory, Miss Rockefeller's face darkened, and she looked at her assistant with an unkind expression, who took out Miss Morgan's business card from his pocket with great interest and respectfully handed it to her.

Miss Rockefeller's mood eased a little, and she sneered: "Forget it, Miss Morgan's personal business card is not so easy to get." ”

Olivia looked down at her beautiful nails and said without raising her head: "Well, yes, what if the Rockefeller consortium goes bankrupt—"

Miss Rockefeller: "......"

She glared at Miss Morgan and gritted her teeth, "What if! The Rockefeller consortium will not go bankrupt! When hell freezes over! ”

Damn it!

Olivia raised her head and blinked: "Okay, it won't break, so where are we going to hold the ball?" ”

Miss Rockefeller's attention was quickly diverted, she was stunned, and said with a beautiful face: "Well, my apartment on Fifth Avenue can be provided, and your apartment in Times Square seems to be quite large, or, how about we go to the hotel for a banquet?" Hyatt, or Hilton? ”

Olivia thought for a moment, hearing this, interrupted Miss Rockefeller's chatter: "No, no, no, it's best not to go to a hotel, it's best to have a private apartment." ”

……

Guan Cheng leaned comfortably back in the high-backed chair and took the invitation handed to him by the adjutant, "Fifth Avenue? Miss Rockefeller? A private prom? ”

He raised his head and looked inquiringly at the shrewd and capable adjutant, who explained neatly: "Our large-scale trade visit to the United States has attracted the attention of major American conglomerates, but they seem to be interested in giving the young people of the family a chance to exercise. ”

"This Miss Rockefeller is one of the main responsible persons, she was born in the Rockefeller family, and owns a number of group shares under her name, although the proportion is not high, but the number is amazing, it can be said that she has a certain right to speak in many industries."

After Guan Cheng threw aside the invitation and stayed at the Shangri-La Hotel, the members of the delegation began to move freely.

The scale of this delegation can be said to be quite large, involving no less than 100 industries, and it is too unrealistic to carry out activities together.

You can't let him get along with the gang of steel and coal guys who are engaged in the food and light industry, right? Similarly, it is not good to make foreign trade clothing with biomedical treatment.

Just move freely and go your own way.

Some people may say, isn't this just going out to talk about business by yourself? Then why do you need a delegation?!

In fact, this official background is really useful.

For example, if you are a clothing maker, your goal is nothing more than to break into the local market, then the department store industry is the first choice to deal with, but people are doing well, and the daily turnover is calculated in tens of millions of dollars, why bother with you as an outsider?!

That's when Huaguo's official background comes in handy.

After a phone call, no matter how busy the CEO of the department store group is, he will always let his right-hand man meet you, right? When we met, it was easy to talk about things, unlike before, even if I reported to the portal, I stopped at the president's secretary.

Therefore, in the entire delegation now, there are really few people who are still idle, except for Guan Cheng and the assistants around him, who are also the great actors.

In addition, before going out, several descendants of the family members were stuffed in, under the banner of seeing the world, on the one hand, to enrich their qualifications, and on the other hand, to have a good relationship with the Guan family.

Guan Cheng's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and he looked at the adjutant with a smile: "Who did you send this invitation to?" ”

The adjutant didn't dare to hide it, and explained one by one: "Lin Jing, Duan Qifeng-"

He said five or six names in one breath, all of them were the young Second Ancestors in the delegation, paused, glanced at the boss's face, his voice couldn't help but lower a little, and said softly: "Also, Fang Yingdi." ”

Guan Cheng's eyebrows raised, "Okay, then go and have a look." ”

In any case, he is also the head of the business delegation of China to the United States, and tomorrow he will meet with the relevant government personnel during the day, and then show up at the ball hosted by Miss Rockefeller in the evening, and the tolerance of this trip will be completed.

Then he can go and meet his little cousin.

That, like a little sun, a girl who feels warm when you get close!

Thinking of this, there was a stream of heat in his heart for a long time, he slowly raised his hand, covered his heart, and remained motionless, the adjutant next to him took a step forward nervously, looking at him worriedly, but he didn't realize it.

How long has it been?

From the fingertips to the soles of the feet, how long have the cold and numb limbs been?

He let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart, and carefully hid the figure again, not to think too much, not to think too much, he was afraid that if he thought too much, this warm current would disappear.

……

Fang Qinghan was lying on the snow-white bed in the hotel, with his hands behind his head, his right leg was high on his left leg, still wearing the same clothes as when he got off the plane, dark brown hoodie, black trousers, although he was not wearing a baseball cap, the hat of the hoodie was buttoned on his head.

Here, he is no longer the Fang Yingdi who is in the limelight, so he doesn't even bother to change his clothes.

There was a light shining through the cracks in the knitted fabric, but it could no longer shine into the depths of his heart through his closed eyes.

He didn't know why he insisted on joining the Meizu tour, and he didn't know why he had to come to her country.

His heart was confused, and when he gradually came out of the joy of successful revenge, when he lived like a walking corpse day after day, he finally realized the huge void left by her departure, and he no longer knew what he was doing every day.

In a daze, there was a voice in the bottom of my heart that was getting louder and louder, so loud that he could no longer ignore it - go to her! Go where she is!

Looking for her?

What can he do when he finds it?

But what can he do without looking for her?

So, in the end, he listened to the voice in his heart and came to this country where she was.

He didn't know where she was, but he knew that Guan Cheng would take him to a place where she was, and that would be enough.

He believes that when he meets her, he will know all the answers, he will know what he really wants, and he will know what he should do.

It was the last ray of light projected in the boundless darkness, so that even if he stumbled, he still persistently moved towards the direction of the light in the darkness.

In his hand, there was a random invitation in his hand, Miss Rockefeller, Fifth Avenue, Prom, when he knew that Seki Castle would also participate, his silent heart, for a moment, jumped quickly, but soon, it fell silent again.

Until the last moment, I didn't really see her, everything was in vain.

Here he came, and there she was.

Sekijo: She's a warm baby, warm.

Fang Qinghan: She is a big 250-watt light bulb, and she is lit.

Leohard: I'll buy 10,000 for you, please go farther.

(End of chapter)