Reborn God-level villain

(Second update, ah, sorry, I'm late)

In the cafe, the lighting is soft and dim, the music is light and melodious, and the style is really good. When Yang Ran walked in, he saw many foreign businessmen drinking coffee and chatting inside.

Of course, there are also people of the yellow race, but I don't know whether they are domestic manufacturers or Asian merchants.

When the waiter saw someone coming in, he greeted him graciously, and in slightly broken English: "Sir and Madam, what do you want?"

Although Yang Ran looked a little young, the waiter did not dare to neglect.

Yang Ran smiled slightly, stretched out two fingers, and said, "A cup of rice coffee, a cup of fresh milk, and a plate of cookies for dessert."

Ou Ting looked at the long string of fluent English that popped out of Yang Ran's mouth in amazement, and her brain was a little out of control.

It's not that she doesn't understand, she can still understand the gist after she has experienced the training of the college entrance examination, but Ou Ting thinks that such a fluent oral English level is beyond her imagination, and Yang Ran is just a girl who is four years younger than her. Little boy, the scene in front of her once again challenged her cognition.

Yang Ran didn't sit in the small vacant booth, he took Ou Ting and sat at the long bar in the lobby closest to the counter, crowded together with other foreigners.

The waiter was a little surprised when he saw the seat Yang Ran chose, and wanted to ask Yang Ran to sit aside, worried that he would affect other guests.However, he changed his mind: "This is also a foreign businessman! I can't offend you, forget it, let him sit by himself."

Ou Ting didn't understand why Yang Ran pretended to order in English, but the effect of this pretending has been subtly affected.

"How do you know that I like to order fresh milk in the cafe?" Ou Ting asked curiously.

"I know you're not used to drinking coffee. You frowned as soon as you came in. You didn't like the smell. How could you order coffee?" Yang Ran laughed.

"Hee hee, that's right, the coffee is bitter." Ou Ting nodded and said with a smile, "What about the fresh milk?"

Yang Ran waved his hand and said, "At dinner yesterday, my uncle asked you what drink you want to drink. Didn't you say so? I only drink fresh milk."

Ou Ting's eyes sparkled, she patted Yang Ran's shoulder, and praised: "Not bad! If you are so careful, whoever becomes your girlfriend in the future will be blessed!"

Yang Ran laughed out of surprise, he was still a little bit careful, but before those girls did not have such a good response from Ou Ting, some of them even became suspicious, thinking that Yang Ran was some kind of pervert spying on their secrets!

Of course, it is not difficult to see from here that Ou Ting is purely curious about Yang Ran, and has no emotional care.

That's right, Yang Ran is too young, with a 15-year-old face so immature that the big sisters are embarrassed to have any bad thoughts.Even if it is a 30-year-old calm temperament, it is not so easy to see.

The business was important, Yang Ran didn't continue chatting with Ou Ting, he drank his coffee with his head down, and listened carefully to the chatting of those foreign businessmen with his ears pricked up.

After a while, when Ou Ting was about to fall asleep, Yang Ran suddenly moved. He walked down from the bar, walked to a bearded Hispanic uncle, and asked with a smile: "Hello, May I sit down?"

Under Ou Ting's surprised eyes, Yang Ran chatted with the other party, and the Hispanic uncle stretched out his hand, asking Yang Ran to sit down.

Without any language skills, Yang Ran relied on his fluent oral English and confident and calm demeanor to make the other party accept his self-recommendation to a certain extent.

The name of the Hispanic uncle is Moi, and he comes from Brazil, a passionate football country. Yang Ran had heard his conversation on the phone before, and probably knew that he was his target, the big boss of a chain store in the community.

When he came to China, he felt the different cultural atmosphere of China. The people he met also showed him dodging eyes and stuttering in conversation. For Yang Ran, who was not only not shy, but turned against customers and took the initiative to find him, he Very curious.

So, he asked Yang Ran to sit down, wanting to see what Yang Ran would do!

"Moy, first I want to ask for your forgiveness. I overheard your call just now. It seems that you want to purchase a batch of sportswear-type products." Yang Ran didn't exchange greetings with the other party, and immediately got to the point with a smile.

Uncle Moy picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee. Miraculously, there were no traces of coffee sticking to his beard.He procrastinated intentionally, then nodded, and said, "Young man, you are very careful in your observations. That's right, my store needs not only sportswear, but also a batch of sports equipment with good prices and high quality."

Obviously, Yang Ran came here with a purpose, and Mo Yi happened to be interested, and wanted to hear what Yang Ran had to say.

"Very good!" Yang Ran raised his fingers, snapped his fingers clearly, and laughed loudly, "To tell you the truth, I am a fan of your national football team, as well as Mr. Wilson, Naldo and others. Last year The World Cup, seeing your team lift the trophy, I have not slept for days."

Talking about Moy's proudest football, Moy obviously lifted his spirits, and his dark brown eyes became radiant.

"Of course, as you know in our country, football is relatively backward and has never appeared in the World Cup." Yang Ran smiled, "But I really want to see that the jerseys made in China can be worn by Yum in your country." Go up, and gallop on the field!"

Moy was overjoyed, he waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Haha, then you overestimate me. My store is only opened in the community, and I can't be the master of the national team."

Yang Ran shrugged, spread his hands and said with a smile: "The reality may not be good enough, but it cannot stop us from having our dreams. Maybe in the future, your store will become the largest chain brand in the world, and our clothes will also become the world's largest chain brand." Top-notch, can you make your heroes willing to wear clothes to fight for the country?"

Yang Ran's flattering without leaving a trace made Moy so happy that he laughed so hard that he put down the cup from his hand.

"Okay, I wish you this blessing, I will give you a chance, come on, convince me, let me buy your products!" Although Moy smiled heartily, the businessman's wisdom was not lost because of this, his eyes Still very calm.

This is what I want!Yang Ran only wanted one chance, and he didn't want to be a successful flatterer.

Many domestic companies are like this. They are used to domestic business methods, and they try their best to use bribery or play side-by-side tricks with foreigners.

But this is useless, commercial competition, in the final analysis, is still a competition of strength, without the foundation of strength, all conspiracies and tricks will not succeed.

From the very beginning, Yang Ran's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing. At most, he expressed his respect for the opponent's country. When he really reached the stage of fighting for strength, it was time for him to shine!