The two Western journalists were stunned for a moment. It was impossible for them to resist at this moment. They were upset and could only say that they had no brains. They were so obviously trapped, so they went in.

Is this really the case?

When several policemen in front of them thought they were winning, two Western journalists looked at each other, and a sly look flashed in their eyes.

Geng Yuehong, who was in the venue, was surrounded by three foreign ambassadors. Ambassador Heaton kept chattering, and the other two ambassadors helped to do things. The country where the two ambassadors belonged was a dog-legged relationship with the powerful United States represented by Ambassador Heaton, and followed others every day.

Geng Yuehong didn't care about the stern attitude of Ambassador Heaton and the other two ambassadors, but her spits were a little stinky and she couldn't stand it.

The phone vibrated quickly, and Geng Yuehong smiled and said, "Sorry, three of you, I'll answer the phone first, I'm afraid the answer will be revealed soon."

Geng Yuehong answered the phone, and the smile on her face was obviously a bit brighter. She seemed to be in a good mood. After hanging up the phone, she was about to leave with her two subordinates who followed her.

"Geng..."

Ambassador Heaton shouted immediately.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Heaton, I have something to do, so I won't be here to accompany you. Although it may be boring to stay in this place, I think you will like the coffee and desserts here. We have prepared red wine, but considering your identity, it is not appropriate to drink it in front of so many people."

Geng Yuehong left, leaving the three ambassadors on the stage with particularly ugly faces, and the crowds below the stage were all paying attention to Geng Yuehong at this moment.

Not long after Geng Yuehong left, Zhang Luo winked at the personal assistant beside him. This little assistant with a beautiful face and a hot figure squatted down and pretended to tidy up his shoelaces. He took out his phone from his bag and quickly opened the text message interface to start editing messages.

A tender white and green thumb is lit on the name quickly, with only three simple letters, which represent the meaning of retreat. 10

Extradition...

The little secretary took a deep breath. Although time was short, a layer of sweat oozed out of her fair forehead. Just as she was about to put it away, a sudden tick sound of her phone was heard.

The sound was not loud, but the little secretary was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the phone. His already fair little cheeks turned pale in an instant.

Zhang Luo was chatting with several backbones in the chamber of commerce. He looked calm and made a statement on the current business form. Everyone expressed their opinions and analyzed and predicted the future market conditions.

Mr. Zhou seemed to have no interest in their chat content. He leaned on the chair and was dozing off the newspaper. The old man saw what Secretary Zhang Luo had done just now from the corner of his eyes, but pretended not to see it.

The little secretary came to Zhang Luo's ear and whispered a few words in a low voice. He was already in the mood to chat, but the expression on his face was immediately stunned.

"What's wrong, Lao Zhang."

Everyone is from the same chamber of commerce, so they chat a lot more casually, and they don’t have titles like presidents and chairmen.

"Nothing." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

"Hi, look at your novel to swallow. t's face seems to be wrong. Why did you make a mistake in the investment? You invested in the heavy industry, which should not be the bargaining chip at the moment?" said another half-old man.

Zhang Luo smiled and said, "Heavy industry is a mess at the moment. The country no longer gives subsidies to national heavy industry. This is a compression space. Twenty years ago, heavy industry exhibited a large number, especially in the Northeast. The rise of old industrial bases has led to the economic rise of the entire Northeast. However, the country's policy is obviously not in heavy industry. We have officially entered the developing countries from the initial poor country. Moreover, we are in the middle and late stages of the developing countries. Heavy industry with no significant interests and pollution should be reduced. However, in the next ten years, when a large number of heavy industry is cut off, the rest must be the essence of the nation and bear the backbone of the entire national production. At that time, the remaining heavy industry will make a lot of money."

"Haha, what Lao Zhang said makes sense, then I should consider investing in heavy industry."

"Yes, heavy industry is the backbone of national production."

Several people were chatting in great interest, but no one noticed that there was a layer of sweat on Zhang Luo's head. He observed the situation in the venue and wanted to find an opportunity to leave, but there were special police guards around him, so it was not easy to go out.

"Hey, what's going on? My phone has no signal." Old Master Zhou suddenly spoke.

Several businessmen and brothers who were having fun chatting took out their cell phones after hearing this.

"Hey, there's really no signal."

"Don't make a fuss, it's nothing strange. When the police have a mission, they will definitely block the mobile phone signal. In a modern society, if there is no such technology, what's the use of just locking us up here."

"Hi, it's really a delay. I can't see the stock opening in the morning."

"6, it doesn't matter whether you can watch it or not. The stocks of your group have been rising all the time recently. I'm asking me to say that the probability of falling is not high. If it really falls, it will be accumulating strength and be ready to jump up a little further."

...

A group of people continued to chat, Zhang Luo's faces were natural, but a little unnatural. He tried to make himself look natural, but sometimes it was too natural, which made people feel abnormal.

Of course, no one around noticed this small detail. Zhang Luo felt that someone was staring at him all the time. When he turned around, he saw Mr. Zhou looking at him with a smile. Zhang Luo smiled, "Mr. Zhou, what do you have to say to me?"

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Zhang, you have a granddaughter who is already eighteen years old. My little grandson is twenty-three years old this year. Is there a chance to let them meet?"

Zhang Luo's expression was stunned. At this time, the few people around him laughed when they heard this, "Mr. Zhou, you are going to be your in-laws with Mr. Zhang."

"We have heard that your little grandson is a handsome talent and a serious top student. Unlike most of the children in our circle, we spend money to buy acupuncture points, and your grandson got through the exam by himself."

"Mr. Zhang, if you are not interested in this marriage, we have a little daughter, and this rich son-in-law is very good."

Everyone said one more time to say one more time to me. Zhang Luo smiled and said, "My granddaughter is such a good young grandson. My little granddaughter is not necessarily worthy, but Mr. Zhou has spoken. Maybe it's our Zhang family's chance. I agree to this first. Don't make trouble with me."

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Chapter completed!