Chapter 9: The Battle Chicken in the Iron Rooster [1]
Bang, Goldman Sachs walked into his office, and the whole process just now, he didn't look at these people who were waiting for him, that proud look, people wanted to beat him once they saw it.
But he is not an ordinary person, he is a giant in the business world who turns his hands into clouds and rain, and that awe-inspiring deterrent power alone is enough to make everyone swallow their grievances into their stomachs.
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In the bathroom, Olara stood in front of the mirror, her hands making an indecent gesture of lifting her skirt and arranging her shorts.
Of course, this is not because she is vulgar or rude, but this shorts will determine whether their mother and son will eat delicacies from the mountains and seas or the northwest wind, which is her secret weapon to get rich.
When everything was fine, Olara walked out of the bathroom.
"Olara, it's your turn next." Just in time, the secretary called out Olara's name.
Olara stared at the luxurious wooden door of the president's office, squinting a pair of bright eyes, and the strongest light in his eyes, I will definitely open your eyes and let you pay for my design.
Soon, a man came out dejectedly, looking at his declining appearance, he must have failed.
Olara is even more energetic, and her self-confidence is a little stronger.
After so many failures, she has concluded that today, if you want others to accept your concept or plan, it is too useless to use the general method.
She Olara will use a refreshing sales method to make the senior president accept her products.
Taking a few deep breaths, she raised her confident chin and walked in with her head held high.
The door behind her closed in due time, and her time had come.
However, as soon as she stepped inside, Olara felt that the air conditioning in this room was so much stronger than outside, and she shivered with cold all over.
This office is very spacious, at least 150 square meters, but the decoration is mainly black, which looks particularly gloomy and depressing.
The decoration of the office is very atmospheric, but the aura is the most powerful, and the one who can catch people's eyes the most is not this, but the majestic man who is looking down at the documents, and can feel the strong cold feeling on his body from a distance.
Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he could still see that his figure was definitely a hanger, and he wore a simple black suit with a fashionable and dazzling effect.
It's not that people rely on clothes, but clothes that have been upgraded because of his excellence, and they are purely an excellent display of personal charm.
However, he has a handsome face that can charm 99% of women on the market, with sharp edges and corners, and his facial features are impeccable, which is simply a master's carving to have such a masterpiece.
"You may be seated!" His voice is as thin and distant as he feels.
Eulara sat down and complained in her heart that people are really not perfect.
Judging from the voice, the character of this dignified-looking, first-class young president must be the kind of unpleasant.
However, Olara knows that she is not here for a blind date, she doesn't care about the president's personality or not, she only cares about whether he will pay her.
"President Gao, hello, my name is Olara, and this is my business card." Olara smiled slightly and handed over her business card sincerely.
Goldman Sachs took it casually, then threw it aside without looking at it.
His haughty eyes looked at Olara sitting across from him, and his first impression of her was that the name was strange, and the plan she made must be the same as her name, very bad.
"You've got five minutes, let's go!" He leaned lazily on the leather boss's chair, his expression was faint, and he looked unconcerned.
Fortunately, Olara is used to seeing all kinds of faces, and she has long been immune, so she didn't think much about it.
Eulara snorted and stood up.
This sudden move made the calm Goldman Sachs' eyes flash, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, what does this woman want to do?
With this bit of eyesight, Orala certainly can't see what the deep Goldman Sachs is thinking.
She walked straight to him and looked at him condescendingly, and a pair of round and bright beautiful eyes gradually filled with an emotion called hunger ~ thirst.
Goldman Sachs' eyes jumped, and he suddenly felt that letting this Ora in seemed to bring himself a safety hazard.
Just as he was about to make a noise to make Eulara retreat two meters away, a surprise happened to him.
I saw that Olara's tall and graceful body came to the spin of a beautiful woman's fainting, and it fell softly on Goldman Sachs.
Suddenly, his legs became her sofa, and his chest became her support, and they hugged each other in a posture that looked ambiguous~ambiguous.
"Mr. Gao, people have admired you for a long time. Today happens to be a beautiful day, so it's better to let the family serve you well. Olara's jade arms hooked Goldman Sachs's neck, and brought her white and flawless, delicate and girlish face in front of him, a pair of beautiful eyes blinking, charming and enchanting, and the moist red lips were delicate, and the shape was also beautiful, making people feel very leaned over and kissed.
Even if he has encountered many women who have seduced Goldman Sachs by various means, he was still stunned for a moment and forgot to react.
It is undeniable that the appearance and figure of this woman with a strange name are enough to make it difficult for ordinary men to control.
However, he is not an ordinary man.
Soon, a strong sense of disgust developed in Goldman Sachs's eyes, firstly, he felt that this was a blasphemy of her purest love in his heart, and secondly, he felt that this was the woman arranged for him by the old man in the family.
In recent days, every day, various women have approached him under various pretexts in an attempt to have something to do with him.
He has asked the secretary to carefully screen it, but it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net, like this Olara.
But the power of a single mother, that is, you Goldman Sachs can't figure it out.
When he tried to flip Olara to the ground, Olara's hand reached for his pants and unzipped his trousers.
Goldman Sachs's face was already clouded in an instant, and it was so dark that it was almost not a dark night.
He stared at the woman on his body, his sharp eyes were full of the breath of a gloomy owl, cold and fierce, his big hands grabbed her arm, and he was trying to crush this ill-intentioned woman with a little force.
Olara didn't make the next move, and jumped down consciously.
She retreated more than a meter away, looked at Goldman Sachs with a smile, and apologized. "Mr. Gao, please don't get me wrong! I didn't mean to offend just now, I just want you to know that in today's evil society, both men and women will always face all kinds of abuse. ”