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At the reception desk of the temporary office of the Grand Hotel, the Secretary-General warmly shook hands with Fu Zhenjun and Ying Hao, just like lifelong friends reunited after a long absence.

Fu Zhenjun naturally understood the Secretary-General's temperament very well, after all, he had been an old friend for so many years.

If you don't know someone, the enthusiastic one will make you feel flattered.

The Secretary-General has a friendly tone and a pleasing face. As long as we talk for a while, it will make people feel like a spring breeze, and then become a friend.

Good communication skills, coupled with strong ability, made the investment summit so lively.

If it's a very good friend, someone like Fu Zhenjun who is ripe, go to his house and let you pour water for yourself, and help him wash and cut fruits by the way.

It is no longer the case that the guest is standing and he is lying down to rest.

Fu Zhenjun turned his head and saw Ying Hao's expression was extremely relaxed, as if he was not as stiff as before, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, for an investment summit, it is a pain for a layman to come here.

All kinds of technical terms, if you use a foreign language, it is like listening to the sky.

Although he didn't know why Ying Hao insisted on coming, the special speech only lasted more than an hour, and with the opening speech, they could still get together for at least a few hours.

Ying Hao booked an evening flight, so they can have dinner together at noon, and go shopping as they like in the afternoon. After all, the time we spend together is really too little, so we should cherish every minute and every second.

However, he had a thought in his mind.

Ying Hao probably thought the same way, because he was reluctant to get together for a short time and had to leave, so he procrastinated, and he resolutely accompanied him to the meeting.

Fu Zhenjun's heart was full of emotions, and when his eyes stopped on Ying Hao, he couldn't help but feel a little affection.

After the Secretary-General finished setting up with Ying Hao, he said to Fu Zhenjun seriously: "Mr. Fu, there is still an hour or two before the special speech, and the opening speech is about to be delivered, so I will ask directly, what about the special speech?" Are you absolutely sure? We can't take any chances if there's even the slightest bit of uncertainty."

This is not a joke, just a joke.

Seeing that he was nervous, Fu Zhenjun said, "I know, my qualifications are too low, it's really hard to be convincing. If you don't believe me, I understand, but you must trust Chairman Zheng. Secretary-General Wang, you don't have to be too nervous. "

No matter how nervous Wang Lekai is, he knows how much he attaches importance to holding the investment summit.

In fact, this kind of meeting does not need to be grand, but the word "communication" must be fully utilized.

At this time, a staff member reminded that the opening speech was only 10 minutes away, and Fu Zhenjun and Ying Hao left the office.

As soon as Fu Zhenjun came out, he met an acquaintance - Mr. Watanabe of the Japanese Jinsui chaebol.

Ying Hao also recognized this person.

As soon as Jun Watanabe saw Fu Zhenjun, he was pleasantly surprised, and immediately greeted him in Japanese: "Mr. Fu, I heard that you are hosting a special topic this time, so I came here immediately, just to listen to your speech."

Fu Zhenjun looked embarrassed, and also replied in Japanese: "It's just a small topic, that is, everyone discusses it. How dare you bother Mr. Watanabe to come here."

"After the project initiation conference that day, I wanted to invite Mr. Fu to enjoy dinner with me. Unfortunately, Mr. Fu had already made an appointment. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to have a light meal together today?" Mr. Watanabe once again warmly invited him with an eager expression.

Fu Zhenjun's head was getting bigger, and the smile on his face was a bit awkward and far-fetched.

He squeaked, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Ying Hao.

Ying Hao stood aside, and when he heard Fu Zhenjun speak fluent Japanese, he was almost terrified.

His Li Xunze can speak Japanese?

Could it be that Li Xunze went to Japan for plastic surgery, and even learned Japanese?

He immediately thought of that possibility, and there was another burst of sweat on his back.

Don't think about it anymore, there is something to think about.

Seeing Fu Zhenjun looking at him, he hurriedly lowered his voice and asked, "You can also speak Japanese, what are you talking about?"

Fu Zhenjun knew that Watanabe could understand Chinese, so he said to Hao: "This is Mr. Watanabe from Jinsui Japan. He is currently cooperating with Fenglei on a project. He... wants to treat me to dinner."

Ying Hao said with a smile in English: "I know Mr. Watanabe, and we drank together. You seemed to be with Yang Chengjun that day. I don't know if he came today? Speaking of which, I haven't thanked him properly yet. Woolen cloth."

Things in the world are just so coincidental, if Yang Chengjun hadn't helped him get invitations, maybe he would never have any intersection with Li Xunze again in this life.

After the blind date exhibition, he has been very busy. He only exchanged greetings with Yang Chengjun at the exhibition, and then he did not contact him again.

Watanabe seemed to have discovered Ying Hao only now, and the eagerness in his expression subsided a little, seeing Ying Hao and Fu Zhenjun standing very close, with an intimate expression, he immediately suppressed his displeasure, and said: "So it's you, long time no see. I remember that you seem to be an entertainer, and this place seems not suitable for you."

Ying Hao's appearance is outstanding, it is very difficult for others to ignore him.

But wherever he went, such a place with ordinary appearance, it could be said that it attracted the attention of all.

Mr. Watanabe only saw Fu Zhenjun in his eyes, but turned a blind eye to Yinghao, but it can be seen what position Fu Zhenjun occupies in his heart.

Ying Hao was stunned for a moment, before he could think about it, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to gently wrap around Fu Zhenjun's shoulder.

"Oh, I came here with Jing Fu to learn more, so it shouldn't matter."

Seeing Ying Hao's fingers resting on his shoulders, Fu Zhenjun was a little ashamed.

After all, he has always wanted to make it public, but once he shows his affection in front of outsiders, he has never experienced it in his whole life... plus his whole life.

This Mr. Watanabe seems to have some interest in him. Before the project was not established, he was afraid of bad things, so he kept pretending.

After the project establishment meeting, Watanabe said to eat, but he refused without thinking.

However, how did Ying Hao know that Watanabe was interested in him?

How did Ying Hao know?

This is probably instinct, Ying Hao intuitively felt that Watanabe's attitude was very problematic.

Fu Zhenjun held Yinghao in his arms, and said apologetically to Mr. Watanabe: "I'm really sorry. I have an appointment with Yinghao at noon today. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely treat you personally. Please bear with me."

This time, he switched to English so that Ying Hao could understand.

At this time, someone passed by in the passage, and Ying Hao put down his hand.

Mr. Watanabe smiled and said: "It's okay, let's talk about it, maybe Mr. Fu will change his mind after a while."

"..."

Fu Zhenjun and Ying Hao came to the conference hall together, seeing that it was crowded with people, they turned to a private room near the conference hall.

He took out his speech and read it over again.

Seeing him flipping through the pages, Ying Hao couldn't help asking: "Is it useful to hold Buddha's feet temporarily?! What does Watanabe mean?"

Fu Zhenjun looked up at him, put away the speech, and looked at his watch, it was still early.

"You don't care what he means, anyway, I don't mean it, that's what I mean."