The conference room has been set up, and everything needed is neatly placed on the table.

Ying Tongchen handed the receiver headset to Zhuo Shu: "Put it on."

Zhuo Shu looked at him, lost his grip for a moment, and fell to the ground.

Ying Tongchen picked it up, bent down slightly, put it on him personally, and instructed: "Don't lose it later, I'll check the equipment with you later."

After speaking, he went back to the small room next to him, without closing the door, he put on the transmitter headset: "check, check, can you hear?"

Zhuoshu nodded.

"What about the volume?"

"Good."

"OK, do you have any questions?"

"Your voice is very nice." Zhuo Shu tapped his toes, took out his mobile phone and pointed to the WeChat interface, motioning him to look at the phone.

It should be opened with the dust.

【Zhuo Shu】: Can you wear a headset next time in bed?

Ying Tongchen: "..."

【Ying】: No.

[Zhuo Shu]: Why?

[Ying]: Do you know how much money I can make in an hour wearing this headset?

"Zhuoshu" WeChat transfer 88888 yuan.

[Zhuo Shu]: Is that enough once? Although in terms of my persistence, maybe it's not enough?

Ying Tongchen: "..."

The person in charge also brought an accompanying female translator, so Amy followed Ying Tongchen to do simultaneous interpretation for Zhuo Shu. After the two checked the equipment on both sides again, the meeting officially started.

Zhuoshu directly took out a similar successful case as an entry point, and told the person in charge about his success in developing the market and gaining popularity in the domestic market.

You should concentrate on the dust and listen to his voice attentively and quietly.

Although Zhuo Shu said that his voice sounded better after being transmitted through the headset, the other party was not the same.

Ying Tongchen sat in a quiet and small room, the door was not closed, and as soon as he looked up, he could see Zhuo Shu's silhouette.

While recording the key points on the computer, he listened carefully to the conversation. The scene at the moment, as if Zhuo Shu was whispering to him, eloquently.

At this time, Ying Tongchen really felt that Zhuo Shu was indeed a strong and capable president.

As for other times, it's like Erha who has taken off the reins.

After Zhuo Shu finished speaking, he looked at the customer calmly and calmly.

After a while, the voice of Tongchen echoed in the headset, like a lingering spring, and it continued. He quickly translated the content of the other party's expression into Chinese, mixed with a lot of professional terms in the industry. Fan kung fu.

Zhuo Shu couldn't help but glanced secretly at the people in the room, only to see a focused face, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

The meeting lasted until 12:30, and the two parties have reached a preliminary cooperation intention, and the specific matters need to be discussed in the afternoon.

The person in charge got up and went to the bathroom. Zhuo Shu sat in the office and touched the headset: "Hello? Mr. Ying, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you." Ying Tongchen had turned off the device and looked at the person ten meters away from him speechlessly, "Mr. Zhuo, are you addicted to playing?"

"It's interesting." Zhuo Shu sneered, "I'm very satisfied with your performance."

"so?"

"Can you invite Mr. Ying to have lunch together?"

"no problem."

Mandy, who was helping to pack up, almost heard their entire conversation. For some reason, he felt a bit like an interesting conversation?

It must have been corrupted by those rotten girlfriends, rotten eyes can see people.

Mandy ran to the other side and whispered to Amy: "Mr. Zhuo invited the seniors to lunch, do they have a secret relationship?!"

"It's not just unspeakable, there are 3Ps or 4Ps." Amy said calmly.

Mandy: "What the fuck? How do you say that?"

Amy had an unfathomable expression on his face: "Because, Mr. Zhuo still has to hire a person in charge, and the translator over Mr. Ying has to intervene between the two. In other words, it's a story between a woman and three men."

Mandy: "...Sister Amy, it's a pity for you to be a translator."

Zhuoshu invited the person in charge to a high-end western restaurant on the top floor of the shopping mall, and continued to chat with the person in charge at the dinner table. In fact, Ying Tongchen and the other party's translator didn't have much time to eat.

Halfway through the meal, the person in charge picked up the phone again.

Ying Tongchen and the translator took two quick bites. At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him, holding a small plate in front of him, which contained the foie gras that had not been passed.

He looked up at the owner of the hand, Zhuo Shu looked disdainful: "The chef is out of standard today, you eat it for me."

Ying Tongchen glanced at the tableware in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, it was obvious that this guy just stuffed the foie gras between his teeth.

"Thank you." Ying Tongchen didn't reject his kindness, the foie gras was cooked perfectly, and he was happy to eat it.

Zhuo Shu kept watching his expression secretly from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he had been eating with his head down, he couldn't help looking at it for a while, and withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Ying Tongchen, who had finished eating foie gras, returned him a glass of wine and poured wine for him and the person in charge.

Zhuoshu picked up the red wine glass, shook it for a moment, and held the mouth of the glass: tons, tons, tons!

Ying Tongchen saw that his glass was empty and poured some more wine.

Zhuoshu shook for a moment, and held the cup again: ton ton ton ton!

Ying Tongchen: "..." Is it so high up?

Ying Tongchen didn't dare to pour any more wine, so he asked the waiter for a glass of milk and put it in front of him.

Zhuoshu shook for a moment, and then he held the mouth of the cup again: ton ton ton ton ton!

Ying Tongchen: "?"

Ying Tongchen did not believe in evil, and asked for a cup of milk in a box.

Zhuo Shu put the straw in neatly: ton ton ton ton burp.

"Are you a buffalo?" Ying Tongchen couldn't help but touched his stomach, "Don't you think it's supportive?"