As one of the organizers of the summit, the area where Charles was located enjoyed the best service. Almost one-third of the waiters in the entire conference hall were serving them.

As for the corner where Jiang Hua is located, almost no one cares about it. There is not even a waiter in sight, let alone any drinks or desserts.

"If you invite that guy again, tell him that Mr. Charles of the Rockefeller family has prepared a gift for him."

Charles said reluctantly to the waiter manager on the side.

He really wanted to know what method Jiang Hua used to determine whether an abandoned oil field could produce oil again.

At this time, a waiter carrying a red wine tray passed by. Charles felt a little dry and subconsciously reached for the red wine.

"Clang!"

The sound of breaking glass was heard.

The waiter carrying the tray did not expect Charles to reach out and take it without saying hello.

As a result, Charles's finger touched the edge of the tray, and then the tray tipped over. The crystal glass containing red wine fell to the ground and broke, with glass shards and red wine spilling all over the floor.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was distracted."

The waiter wearing a vest and white shirt was none other than Xu Zhiyuan, who was looking for an opportunity. He was startled and quickly apologized.

Because he was just thinking about the company's affairs, he reacted half a beat too late, otherwise he could have avoided the tray being knocked over.

When he saw the wine splashing on Charles's trouser legs, staining his white trousers with wine stains, he realized that he was in trouble.

"How do you do things?"

Charles was very angry.

When something like this happened, his first reaction was not to reflect on himself and go get the red wine without saying hello, but to blame others for not taking care of him.

"Sir, I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean it."

Xu Zhiyuan apologized sincerely.

"Wait, are you Chinese?"

Charles frowned.

Then, he looked at the waiter manager with a questioning look. He wanted to know why the other party would arrange for a Chinese to be a waiter on such an important occasion.

As one of the organizers of the conference, he requested before the summit that in order to maintain the high style of the summit, white waiters must be used.

"Mr. Charles, he is a student recommended by Professor Wayne from Stanford for a work-study program. I didn't expect that something unexpected would happen."

The waiter manager almost broke into a cold sweat just now.

Fortunately, Mr. Charles was not injured, otherwise the furious Rockefeller family would have made him pack up and leave.

"Sir, it's true that I didn't pay attention just now. Since your pants are dirty, how about I pay you a new pair?"

Xu Zhiyuan was afraid of the hotel and complained directly to the school. If the school leaders were angry, he would no longer have free computer rooms and servers to use.

"Young man, do you know how much these pants cost?"

Charles sneered and looked at Xu Zhiyuan with sarcastic eyes.

"You tell me the number, and I will compensate you."

Xu Zhiyuan just hoped that this matter would be over as soon as possible and would not cause trouble to the school leaders.

Charles smiled contemptuously, shook his finger, and said, "You can't afford the compensation. Why don't you squat down and help me clean the wine stains on my leather shoes? Let's forget about it. What do you think?"

"good."

Xu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and squatted down to help Charles shine his shoes.

He came to the Energy Summit this time originally hoping to find investment funds, but now that there is no investment, he has offended the organizer, and he already regrets it in his heart.

"Don't use a handkerchief, kneel down and wipe with your sleeve."

Charles suddenly spoke.

Xu Zhiyuan squatted down for a moment. He did not expect that the other party would make such an unreasonable request, and he felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.

"hurry up!"

Charles urged impatiently.

"Woof woof woof!"

The teddy he held in his arms also barked at Xu Zhiyuan like a dog.

"Sir, I'd better give you a new pair of pants as compensation."

Xu Zhiyuan squatted on the ground, suppressed the humiliation in his heart, raised his head and said.

"What are you talking about? Clean it up quickly, Mr. Charles, otherwise I can only go to Professor Wayne of your school and ask him what kind of mess he recommends."

The waiter manager looked at Charles cautiously and scolded Xu Zhiyuan with a straight face.

"Don't go to Wayne, go directly to the principal."

Charles said in a condescending tone.

The Rockefeller family has donated a lot of money to Stanford over the years, so he has privileges. As long as he opens his mouth, Xu Zhiyuan will not be able to successfully obtain his diploma even if he is not persuaded to quit.

"Okay, I'll help you cover it with my sleeves."

Xu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and slowly leaned his knees forward.

At this moment, a strong and powerful palm rested on his shoulder.

"Don't kneel down, there is gold under your knees!"

At some point, Jiang Hua appeared at the side and pulled up Xu Zhiyuan, who was about to kneel down.

"Hey, here comes a nosy person?"

The representative from the short man's side said in a gloating tone.

Xu Zhiyuan did not kneel down, and he felt a little disappointed.

Many countries have sent representatives to participate in this international energy summit. If Xu Zhiyuan really gives in, it will make those representatives from other countries participating in the meeting lower their evaluation of the mainland in their hearts.

"You must be Jiang Hua. I sent someone to invite you just now, but you didn't come. I didn't expect you to come here uninvited."

Charles looked at Jiang Hua with interested eyes.

He wanted to find out the secret behind Jiang Hua's abandonment of the oil field and the rebirth of dead trees, but if he took the initiative to ask, Jiang Hua would definitely not answer, so he was thinking in his mind about how to use strategies to force the other party to submit.

"Please give me a price. I'll pay for these pants on his behalf."

Jiang Hua's tone was calm.

He didn't notice this at first.

But the sound of the wine glass breaking just now was a bit harsh in the conference hall, and of course he heard the noise here.

I accidentally glanced at him and saw a yellow-skinned waiter, so I paid more attention to him.

Later, he saw that the waiter was Chinese and was being bullied, so he walked over and happened to grab Xu Zhiyuan, who was about to kneel down to shine his shoes.

Charles couldn't understand Chinese and didn't know what Jiang Hua was saying just now. The waiter and manager standing next to him immediately bent down and translated in his ear.

"Thank you, but this matter has nothing to do with you, so you better leave it alone."

The people on the other side were whispering, but here Xu Zhiyuan looked at Jiang Hua gratefully and said.

He was touched that Jiang Hua could help him, but he was worried that he would provoke revenge from the Rockefeller family if he offended him.

"Don't worry, I just like to be nosy."

Jiang Hua squinted at Charles with his eyes. He thought he didn't know him and didn't know why he was interested in him.

"If I heard correctly, you just said that you wanted to compensate me for him, right?"

After listening to the waiter manager's translation, Charles rolled his eyes and asked with a smile.

In fact, as a cunning industry giant, he just deliberately humiliated Xu Zhiyuan with the intention of provoking Jiang Hua to come over. Unexpectedly, he actually succeeded.
Chapter completed!