I’m Almost Losing to a Muggle

What Lin Dong didn't know was that the organizer of the conference had already received greetings from many bigwigs.

Not to deal with him.

To be precise, the organizers are requested to ensure that Lin Dong's identity will not be exposed.

People who don't know what Lin Dong said on the entrepreneur forum thought that he had won over a lot of big shots with his ability.

The rest of the cat factory also attended the dinner.

They just didn't participate in the Entrepreneur Forum - this seems to be more high-end, basically all the founders and group leaders attended.

Even if Wang Kuo can already look down on most people, it is not justifiable for him to participate.

In fact, anyone who comes to the cat factory is busy with their feet on the ground.

For the dinner party, Wang Kuo and others were arranged very scatteredly.

This arrangement is conducive to communication between different industries, and there is no need for Wang Kuo, Tong Yu and others to keep a low profile.

They are professional managers.

Expanding contacts and talking about business is what they should do, and Lin Dong's low profile is not suitable for them.

Lin Dong didn't run around after being arranged to sit down.

And the people who can be arranged by his side are actually little transparent.

The food came out quickly.

The cheongsam has long legs, each of them has a good figure and a straight face, so beautiful.

Some of these waiters belong to the hotel.

Some are volunteers.

That's right, volunteers.

The supply of volunteers is always greater than the demand for opportunities to get close to the domineering president, and the competition is very fierce.

No one announced dinner or anything.

Everyone took advantage of this opportunity to discuss business with a glass of red wine, but very few actually ate on this occasion.

Lin Dong sat in an inconspicuous position and could eat without any restraint.

No one came to talk to him.

What if it is caught on camera, this is an official public place, and it is different from the private business gatherings like the previous Entrepreneur Forum.

Therefore, even if some bigwigs wanted to come over to toast Lin Dong with a glass of wine, they would not choose such an occasion.

There will be a private dinner later.

Lin Dong quickly finished all ten dishes.

Don't doubt his appetite, and don't underestimate his speed.

You know, the southern cuisine, no matter what it is, can't escape the ending of small portions.

It was a huge plate with only two chopsticks in the middle.

One bite and it's gone.

Not to mention ten dishes, even twenty dishes are useless.

Lin Dong wiped his mouth in a gentlemanly manner.

His eyes drifted to the next door.

The young man next door seemed a bit restrained, with a preoccupied look.

Well, what's your surname? Lin Dong greeted.

Miangui's surname is Ren. This is my business card. Mr. Lin, hello. This man obviously knew Lin Dong, so he sat without moving.

If you have to find someone to hold your thighs, there are probably not many people in the audience today whose thighs are thicker than the one next to you.

So, this buddy didn't move.

I thought that being placed in the corner would miss many opportunities, who would have thought that it would be a blessing in disguise.

Lin Dong took his business card and was shocked after just one glance.

Do not misunderstand.

He doesn't know this person.

But this big guy with the same name as Ren Woxing has a very distinctive name.

Let Jun Shuang.

What a dog-licking trait, without any restraint.

Mr. Ren, don't you want to eat? Lin Dong didn't beat around the bush anymore, his stomach was growling, as if a quail was living inside.

Ah? Don't eat, don't eat, it's not long after eating. Ren Junshuang said repeatedly.

He quickly realized what Lin Dong meant.

After all, he had already finished the ten dishes served intermittently in front of Lin Dong.

If you don't have this insight, you're still doing a shitty business.

So, he changed the dishes in front of him to Lin Dong's one by one.

This is how the conversation between the two started.

The problem of how to deal with the owner of the cat factory that had plagued Ren Jun for a long time was easily solved.

Lin Dong soon learned that this Ren Junshuang was the owner of a garbage disposal company.

Mr. Ren's house is a junk picker.

The grandparents picked up trash from the beginning, and the father got a job in his generation, but lost it because of the superbirth.

Just go back and continue picking up trash.

After graduating from university, Mr. Ren couldn't find a suitable job, so he went to help in his family's junk factory.

I didn't expect him to be very talented in this area.

The family business is getting bigger and bigger, and its business has not been limited to the low-end field of garbage collection, but has begun to undertake the business of garbage disposal early on.

The reason why he attended the Internet conference.

The reason is that garbage disposal also involves artificial intelligence and big data.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Lin Dong almost laughed out loud, this buddy is so funny, he picks up trash as soon as he picks it up, and returns artificial intelligence big data.

There is no distinction between high and low jobs.

These words are like poisonous chicken soup. I don't know how many people have been poisoned.

How can work be regardless of high or low.

People are divided into high and low, so why should there be no distinction between high and low in work?

If there is really no distinction between high and low, then you can simply change the position of your office supervisor and the cleaning aunt.

Thank you Mr. Lin, haha. Ren Jun smiled dryly.

He is born in the 1980s, and he is relatively young and promising. His family conditions are not bad, he has a car, a house and some assets.

But compared with Lin Dong, the gap is not so big.

None of the business divisions of Renjiamao Factory can be compared with a small company like his.

Look over there, those people are not here, and no one eats their food...

Lin Dong pointed to the table not far away.

The official dinner of the World Internet Conference is generally a large circular long table.

In fact, each person has a small table with a lot of dishes on it.

What Lin Dong coveted was other people's food.

Emerald crystal shrimp, fermented bean curd veal, fresh asparagus in soy sauce, steamed cabbage with scallops...

This is a bit too much.

Not only did he force people to contribute their own food, but he also asked Ren Junshuang to help him steal other people's food.

Ren Junshuang did not hesitate.

Immediately, he ran over in a hurry, with a plate in each hand, back and forth a few times, and brought all the dishes over.

As long as it has not been moved, it will be brought back.

At the same time, he did not forget to send over the empty plates that Lin Dong had eaten.

In case there are empty trays in front of Lin Dong.

How embarrassing it will be.

Thank you, Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren is very happy. Lin Dong didn't know whether he was satisfied with the dishes, or with this submissive Mr. Ren.

Small things, these people don't know how to eat them at all, what a pity to let them go. Ren Junshuang may not be flattering, but his actual actions have shown that he is desperate.

Success or failure is here.

His garbage disposal business, which made a profit of several million a year, was obviously difficult to catch the eyes of any big boss, and the bank was not willing to lend them money.

Investing in this is not as quick as investing in the real Internet.

Ren Junshuang wants to expand the scale and improve technology, and it may not be able to see results just by developing slowly.

Therefore, he hopes that stealing food is a test.