Cheng Chen really stood outside the door of the room all night, stepping on a pair of five-centimeter stiletto heels, wearing a professional suit.

The next morning, while eating breakfast at the restaurant, Aunt Cheryl passed by her and dropped a box of Band-Aids.

"You should have changed your shoes and clothes last night, at least it will be easier." Brandon, the old leader who interviewed Cheng Chen into the company, personally made her a cup of coffee.

"Relax after breakfast." Montesey gave her a voucher for the hotel's spa: "I paid for it out of my own pocket to pay tribute to your professional character." ”

Lukka clasped his hands and complained, "Watch your words. ”

"My position is the boss of the venture capital department of AEc Capital, and I belonged to the head of the Knights in the Middle Ages, and I don't mix with your royal court circles, what do I have to pay attention to." Monte grinned.

Brandon was tired of hearing this, and wiped his mouth to indicate that he was the first to leave after eating.

Luca glanced at the little boss who was sitting alone at a table eating breakfast: "Actually, he is also very difficult, Aunt Cheryl is also a respectable lady, sometimes there is no perfect solution to the problem." ”

Everyone is a smart person, and with a little brain, you can figure out the root of the conflict between Cheng Chen and Cheryl.

As Monte said, he basically doesn't care about this kind of personal relationship, and close ministers like Luca and Brandon are easily implicated, after all, they are around the boss every day.

Cheng Chen's first attempt to stop Cheryl from breaking into the restaurant last night and then "expelling" her from the conference room was the first demonstration, and how Hall handled this matter will determine how everyone responds to such incidents in the future.

"Counsel Herbert, is this case law?" Monte stood and spoke without back pain, jokingly abusive.

Herbert said lightly: "Young man, as a lawyer with a lot of experience in litigation, I have to remind you that the case of two ladies and a man should not be used as a precedent in general. Unless in the case you are also a female character. ”

"What?" Monte's eyes widened with black question marks.

Luka suddenly remembered the conversation between Hall and Cheng Chen on the way back to New York from Washington after the bottle shot, and he almost forgot that the dog man and woman were suspected of crossing the boundaries of a pure working relationship......

hurriedly replaced the wine with coffee, Herbert praised the barrister for being really experienced, and Cheng Chen, as a client, stopped talking, and finally just left the table in protest.

Monte was left alone in the dark, blinking, confused, puzzled, and solemnly declaring that he was definitely not an old ass!

After eating breakfast, Hall asked the hotel housekeeper for a room card, swiped Cheng Chen's room and swaggered in and asked, "Are you complaining about me?" ”

"Isn't that the question that Lady Cheryl should ask you?" Cheng Chen, who was carefully putting a band-aid on his ankle, asked unfazed.

In fact, the person who was the most stressed by her standing in the door all night was Cheryl, and everyone would not question Hall's punishment, but would trace the blame to the person who caused all this.

"So you did it on purpose?"

Hall asked with a stern face, he was completely angry last night, who knew that when Neon Cheng Chen was infected with the 'Fierce Spirit', he really stood guard like a door god.

Cheng Chen looked at him, silently stalemate for a moment, looked away and said, "Of course not, I am obeying you and following all your will unconditionally." ”

"It's better to be so, see you in the evening."

Hall was a little upset, and coldly dropped his sentence and simply left.

turned around and wanted to coax another lady, but the hotel housekeeper thoughtfully reminded Aunt Cheryl and Brandon to visit Sony headquarters to discuss self-built garment processing cooperation projects.

The successive setbacks made him reminisce about the docile obedience of the Nagase Maki sisters, and he sulked in his room for a while, cheered himself up, got up from bed, changed his clothes, and went to Tokyo to relax accompanied by Luca.

"The average price of real estate here is $200,000 per square meter."

Hall walked down the streets of Ginza, Tokyo, with a cup of oden, and sighed.

Luca's facial features contorted and confirmed: "200,000 US dollars per square meter?!" ”

The price of real estate in Europe and the United States is calculated according to the whole set, and if you convert it per square meter, all the properties you can see now are several grades more expensive than the luxury houses that Hall bought in the top wealthy areas of London and New York.

"That's why we're here in this country."

Hall went into the Kimuraya bakery, which was said to be boastful of the emperor, bought two bags of the most famous red bean bread, and continued: "Do you feel the price of goods boiling, the economy here is terrible, and the bread has a disgusting smell of dish soap foam. We've got to get the neon people out of the materialistic trap. ”

“…… Sounds like we're great. Lukka said speechlessly.

"Of course, we are redeeming!"

Hall's answer was categorical, this will be his attitude when communicating with the consortium tonight, he has a dream to make the Neon people live a good life!

Luca didn't think of Jordan Belfort, a Wall Street pink sheet market swindler who was half redeemed by him, and the securities brokerage company he opened was punished by New York state prosecutors two days ago for market manipulation.

When the neon trip is over and back to New York, it will be almost possible to meet him officially and redeem the lost lamb in the name of God.

"Are you two missionaries?"

A middle-aged neon man sitting in the lounge area with a beer in his hand greets him in standard American English.

Hall gestured to prayer: "May God bless you." ”

"With all due respect, God doesn't seem to care about the price of bread." The middle-aged neon man smiled back.

Hall shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in displeasure: "Just kidding, I'm a finance student who came to mourn the emperor in neon." ”

"Now that Neon is caught in the trap of materialism, I agree with you very much and want to treat you to a beer."

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he saw Luca secretly wave his hand, and two strong white men appeared outside the bakery in an instant, pretending to probe and probe to look at the goods in the glass window facing the street.

"I graduated from Babson College in Boston, worked in the financial industry in New York for a few years, and I saw the familiar temperament of Wall Street from you, and I feel very close to looking back on that happy working time, so please don't mind." The middle-aged man explained sincerely.

Hall bowed slightly, sat down and snapped his fingers, "Bring me a cold beer." ”

The waiter leaned over to explain something, and saw the middle-aged man give her a tacit look and silently went to get a beer.

Since the emperor became seriously ill in September last year, the whole country has entered a state of "self-purge", shrine festivals have been canceled, entertainment services in shops have been canceled, and even the US troops stationed in neon have reduced their outings.

It wasn't until early last month that the emperor's high-pressure state eased when he went to see Yaki Orocha, but drinking beer in an atypical entertainment business like a bakery is not for everyone.

"In the lower Akio Toyoda." The middle-aged man raised his glass.

Hall took a sip of beer with a harmless warm smile: "Warren Buffett, you can call me Warren." ”

“…… ah？ The middle-aged man's face changed wonderfully, his mouth wide open, and his eyes were dull.