If Du Xu wants to go to the Pudong New District of Jingtian Office in Haicheng, he must pass through the river tunnel and pass near Yingtian Street with dense traffic. There are a lot of people and traffic flowing along the way, and the low-key and luxurious business cars are passing through the traffic. However, the knowledgeable people in Haicheng have long been used to the luxury cars that are running on the street. They are not surprised by Du Xu's low-key cars. At most, they spit in the direction of the luxury cars and curse: "A big dog!"

Of course, this is also the reason why Du Xu deliberately low-key. If it were a supercar with a flamboyant appearance, it would still be very eye-catching. The black body of the bronze car is generous, elegant and noble, even if it is driving at an extremely high speed, it is still silent. It is like a phantom floating on the road on the street, but it is noble and restrained and not very eye-catching.

Only people with real eyesight can see its extraordinaryness. Such an image is undoubtedly very consistent with Du Xu's requirements. He does not want to attract attention, but he does not want to be disturbed and troubled by others. If a car is driven out, the trouble can be minimized. No one believes that the driver of such a luxury car will not have a driver's license, and even the license plate is a disguised license plate. The traffic police with vision is wise to not come up to check anything, otherwise he might encounter a surprise.

Along the way, Du Xu enjoyed the convenience brought by luxury cars, and was opened with a convenient door along the way, and arrived at the destination ten times smoother than usual. Du Xu looked up at the single-family building in front of him and nodded secretly. He could have a single-family office building in a place where every inch of land was valuable, and the object he chose was obviously good. The building was in a commercial building group, and there was a special doorman waiter. Seeing Du Xu's car running in front with cleverness and acting as a guide, Du Xu obviously enjoyed the treatment of a distinguished guest.

However, the doorman did not lead Du Xu to the open-air parking space in front of the office building, but took it directly to the side door of the office building, where there was a corridor leading directly to the front and back of the office building. It was obvious that it was a special parking space for luxury cars. The front desk welcome was waiting there, who had been prepared.

The car was parked, but Du Xu had no intention of getting off. Ai Fan got off the car with a loyal old housekeeper and was wearing a meticulous suit and his hair was combed to the ground. Du Xu saw a man with a foreman whispering something with his headphones. Soon a woman dressed in an elite white-collar worker got off the upper floor and greeted Ai Fan with a pure London accent.

"Hello sir, I am Belle, the assistant secretary of Lawyer Lei Ming!" The other party shook hands with Ai Fan with a smile.

"Hello!" Ai Fan took off his hat and paid tribute gracefully. The complex aristocratic accents were astonished as soon as she opened her mouth. She had won the eyes of many foreigners with a London accent comparable to the pure Oxford. However, in front of the elegant and gorgeous aristocratic accents of the old gentleman, it was like the slang of the London countryman who had not washed away the mud on her feet, which made her feel ashamed.

"Let's talk while walking!" Ai Fan signaled for a moment, and Belle understood it and led Ai Fan upstairs.

"My master, there is a little trouble that someone needs to solve for him. China is a vast place and is unfamiliar. It is difficult for our influence to involve here. This city is too big and we cannot handle all the details, so we need an influential local person to deal with some minor troubles for us. Someone recommended you to me. He said that Lawyer Lei Ming will solve these problems, so we are here! Do you understand what I mean?" Ai Fan deliberately slowed down his speech, worried that she would not be able to hear clearly.

The young white-collar worker blushed in shame. Fluent foreign language is her proudest ability. She also claims to have the ability to translate simultaneously in international conferences. However, when faced with the classical English of the old housekeeper in front of her, she sounded very difficult. She could use six foreign languages ​​fluently, and was ashamed of her language level for the first time.

"Do you speak French? You may not be a little uncomfortable with my English accent. Few young people can talk to me about old-fashioned people like me!" The old antiques from the supernatural world have strong abilities and learned modern English in just over a dozen minutes, but the influence of the ancient English grammar imprinted in his bones on him is obviously not eliminated in a short time. On the contrary, modern French is more pure in the bloodline of the classical era and he masters better. As for why not talk in Chinese, this can only be said to be Du Xu's evil taste. He maliciously stipulated that the old housekeeper is not allowed to talk in Chinese when facing Chinese people who speak English as soon as they open their mouths.

Du Xu's idea of ​​evil things can only be said to be very realistic. Those Chinese who admire foreigners and fascinate foreigners with a pure foreign accent have no resistance when facing the aristocratic accent of the old housekeeper. Those who are flattering are as if they meet the eunuch of the emperor, and those who are more reserved are like Belle, and those who are suppressed and obey.

French is still one of the standard terms in international negotiations. Many documents are written in French. As an international banana person, Belle can of course skillfully use this language famous for her pretentiousness. She loudly praised the beauty and gorgeousness of French at Chinese gatherings more than once, but this time her "beautiful" French is once again silently despised by the old housekeeper's classical French, like a quiet bird's song.

Belle, who felt that her self-esteem was seriously trampled on, took the old housekeeper to Lei Ming's office without making an appointment or notification. In her eyes, her boss was a country bumpkin and should humbly welcome this noble guest. It is obvious that the old housekeeper's position in her heart is far higher than that of her boss. She was like seeing an angel bishop, leaving the pope behind and serving her faith sincerely. Mr. Lei Ming looked at his usual arrogant subordinate depressedly, and showed twelve points of enthusiasm to ask an old foreign man for his well-being.

The taste of young people is getting heavier and heavier. Mr. Lei Ming couldn't help but feel very moved. He gave himself a great young man instead of flattering him, but instead flattering an old man. He solemnly worried about the eyes of his subordinates.

"Ahem!" Lei Ming pressed his chin, coughed a few times, and said to Belle: "You go down first! I will have a good talk with this gentleman." He stared at his female subordinate with a very serious look, making her retreat on the verge of death. He turned to face the old housekeeper and smiled: "Hello! I am Lei Ming!" He spoke in Chinese.

Ai Fan's Chinese proficiency is most in line with modern times. It is obvious that the Chinese has a long history. The survival and inheritance of culture are the most perfect in the world. Chinese is undoubtedly the most perfect language. Over the past thousand years, Chinese grammar has not changed much. Although Mandarin is only an ancient Northeast dialect, after following Du Xu for a long time, the old housekeeper has mastered it very well, or all the blood clans have mastered it very well, as long as they don't want to taste Du Xu's bone-eroding punishment.

"My master needs you to serve him!" The old butler saw the truth.

Although Lei Ming was surprised that the old butler had a fluent Mandarin standard, he quickly realized: "What is the specific situation? Can you introduce it to me?"

"The master's request is very simple. A smart person, who understands the situation in Haicheng, is familiar with the rules of the upper class, and some commercial and political things, can get in touch with some real power figures. That's why I found you!" Ai Fan smiled relaxedly, but said some cold words.

"These are not problems for me, but you have to tell me some specific information, who are you? Who is your master? What can I do for you? The most important thing is, how much is the reward?" Lei Ming looked at the old man in front of him, feeling unreasonable, which made him feel safe at all. He asked a series of questions. Out of the instinct of a lawyer, he ignored whether he was illegal or not? Is it dangerous? Such questions. If he rejected a case, the only possibility was that the reward did not meet his expectations. He had a premonition that the old man in front of him seemed to be more harsh than him, a terrible opponent who could suck out three or two blood from his bones. He felt as if he had met the group of people on Wall Street, the group of vampires who would always spend 10 million yuan to spend 1,000 yuan.

"If you can't answer these questions frankly, I will refuse to serve you!" Lei Ming followed his feelings. Facing the lawyer's natural enemy, the Wall Street vampire, he had the urge to give up. For such high-end people, he would squeeze out every point of his value and make profits that far exceed the cost. Capitalists are vampires, and bankers are the best among capitalists. They are inhumane when sucking blood.

But he didn't expect that the vampire banker in front of him was a vampire in a dual sense. Not only did he have a desire to make a fortune, he didn't even want to pay for his capital. Not only did he want to squeeze every cent of his value, but he didn't even want to pay for his salary. Ai Fan smiled coldly and said calmly: "You have no choice!"

Lei Ming stood up with a blink of an eye, strode towards the door, ready to open the door to see the guests. When Old Ai Fan passed by him, he gently stretched out his right hand. Lei Ming felt his body floating uncontrollably, slowly turned around in the air, facing Ai Fan sitting upright on the chair.

Ai Fan sat gracefully in front of Lei Ming, his waist straightened, and his body was as if he had been shaped. You must know that when the suit was sitting down, there were inevitably some wrinkles, but the old man ignored this common sense, "He must be from an ancient aristocratic family!" Although he floated in the air without any resistance, Lei Ming had such a strange thought in his mind at this moment.

Ai Fan looked at Lei Ming coldly and continued to say calmly: "You have no choice as I said!" A blood-colored seed floated on the palm of his right hand, and black patterns wrapped around it. Lei Ming vaguely saw some ancient runes floating in the seeds. No, it should be said that the seed is composed of countless ancient runes. Lei Ming watched the blood-colored seed sink into his chest, and a strange feeling came from the depths of his soul, as if something was taking root and sprouting in his soul, growing quietly.
Chapter completed!