Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 143:

In the following week, through two private meetings, I explained to Liang Heng all the overall plan of releasing the news to the giants next door. As always, he agreed very happily, and it was even hard to tell whether this was because of his loyalty or because the big boss was behind him, and what arrangements were made silently.

Combining his personality, dress and daily habits, I really can’t guess that he has a net worth of tens of billions.

Behind the surface, does his wealth originate from a unique bonus of the times, or is it based on a noble personality outside of the transcendence? I also think of those upstarts who got rich because of virtual currencies. Most people’s fate is embarrassing.

What is luck, what is fate?

In this world, I still only believe in my own skills. However, there is always a stronger force between the heavens and the earth. At this time, I can only look forward to the blessing-whose blessing comes from?

I can’t tell.

At the end of September, Rajiv arrived in Singapore.

Since he started from Mumbai and did not meet the conditions of home quarantine, Rajiv was arranged to be quarantined in a hotel for two weeks. Miss Pande and I stood on the sidewalk opposite the building and waved to Rajiv on the balcony.

His figure looks very strong, with smooth and powerful outlines, which is even better than the impression left on the official website photos. Miss Pan De dialed the video with him, but I was a little embarrassed and hid from the camera.

However, she felt that my procrastination was of little significance: Rajiv’s residence in Singapore was very close to her home, and when he came out, we would definitely meet more than once. Only then did I know that the mansion in Sentosa belonged to him.

But Miss Pan De is almost as nervous as I am.

Is this the righteousness after being backed by family members? When she talked about the lie, she was not flushed and breathless.

After leaving our company’s project, Miss Pan De was slightly freer than before, and went to the hotel to see her brother every day. I feel that she did not reject Rajiv’s arrival as she claimed.

Later, I took the time to accompany her twice, and each time they had to say goodbye through their mobile phones for a while, they always said goodbye again and again when they left, separated by a space of tens of meters, the two people waved repeatedly—to accompany her for the last time. At the time, I recorded a face in the video and greeted Rajiv briefly.

He is very similar to Miss Pan De, especially squinting or laughing. And the threats of the two men are similar: I don’t know if it’s considered a threat, but at least Rajiv said, “Ask you after meeting,” he seemed to hide his knife in a smile, making me sweat.

In terms of official business, our hard work was not in vain. The big boss has successfully connected with the ‘strategic partner” that we unilaterally determined, and Jocelyn personally ran to the Accounting and Enterprise Administration Bureau to get her head up. Kevin approached me three times, and his attitude became more severe. My confidence has been accumulated again and again.

In the second half of October, our ‘strategic partners” have begun secret discussions with us about the attendance of the fair. They have maintained a high degree of attention to this and will send people directly from the country. The specific details are all handled by Jocelyn. Maybe she thinks that I have merit, or that there is still something useful to me in the follow-up. She occasionally mentions progress with me.

As for BCG, due to the stamina of Vietnam affairs, without Miss Pan De sitting here, their progress has been greatly delayed.

To tell you the truth, I’ve been very proud of it these days.

——Except today.

This Sunday, Miss Pande took a break in the dance classroom and started preparing food from the morning. Rajiv has resumed his normal activities. He was busy with business a few days ago. Today is our first official meeting.

I forced Miss Pan De to accompany me on Saturday night to practice a question and answer on personal situation for an hour.

Rajiv is tall, without a beard, and looks younger than his actual age. His trousers are very beautifully made, and I noticed it as soon as I blinked. The white T-shirt with a clean upper body is also high-quality visible to the naked eye.

Within five minutes of speaking, I realized that he was a fan of rare blended fabrics just like me.

Miss Pan De was temporarily forgotten by me.

Entrepreneurs of large groups are usually very familiar with their core business. However, they have specializations in the technical industry, and most of them are not so good at the technical level. Some people start from nothing, even if they are far away from the front line, they still retain their enthusiasm for the technology itself.

Based on his origin, I thought he was a fancier at most, but I didn’t expect him to know everything from raw materials to craftsmanship, and he could talk about every detail in the upper, middle and lower reaches. This is simply an expert who fell from the sky. Although I tried my best to restrain myself, I couldn’t help asking a lot of questions. I didn’t even know what food I put in my mouth.

I frowned: “What is this?”

“Vegetarian lamb without sauce.” Miss Pan De gave me a glance, “So now you are out of your world?”

I was choked by her sudden hostility, and I couldn’t speak at the first time. For a long time, I couldn’t react, and I couldn’t figure out her attitude at all.

Rajiv laughed: “She is jealous.”

“I didn’t.” Miss Pan De frowned, her eyebrows raised high, and she was obviously dissatisfied with his speech, “I have cooked so many dishes, you don’t have to eat them with gratitude.”

“I always feel grateful.” I looked at her, inconvenient to show excessive intimacy, just said, “I have weighed almost two kilograms recently. My weight is usually very stable, so I can’t even use the body that is storing water recently. As an excuse to explain, or to comfort myself-this is all because the dishes you cook are so delicious!”

Miss Pan De still looks serious, and the arc of her mouth is strictly controlled by her: “Exaggeration is sometimes a sin.”

“Envy is sometimes a sin.” Rajiv said. He was such a wonderful person, Miss Pan De didn’t even turn back when he spoke.

This is what I said. It is estimated that we can compete for the follow-up of the last 300 rounds. But I didn’t dare to laugh, Rajiv looked at me and said, “I know you are very interested in the texture of the fabric and even the textile craftsmanship. I taught Sonia several lessons this spring.”

“Rajeff.” Miss Pande called his name. This time, there was no expression on her face.

Angry.

I try to reduce my sense of existence.

“What he said is a completely unrelated association.” Miss Pande turned to look at me. Obviously, my attempt failed. “I hope this outright lie will not affect your judgment. ”

“I’m not going to make any judgments.” I whispered.

“She is not interested in the finishing of yarns, raw materials and fabrics.” Rajiv didn’t seem to have any worries when he took down the stage. I couldn’t even find traces of gloating on his face. “But my sister has always been very It’s a fact to be good at choosing the most expensive one from hundreds of fabrics.”

I feel the same about this. She seems to have a natural keenness in high-end fabrics: it is not difficult to distinguish between good and bad, but she can find the rarest and interesting one from one hundred top materials, which is indeed very commendable.

But how dare I agree with Rajiv at such a time? Today is the first time we have seen him formally. On his side, I also feel a little embarrassed.

I had no choice but to say: “When I talked to Sonia about textiles, she always had some very cutting-edge insights. With regard to the industry chain, her views also gave me a lot of inspiration. They constitute an impact and even subversive influence.”

Rajiv moved his eyebrows, nodded, and looked at Miss Pande: “I didn’t know you would talk about the industry situation. I thought you didn’t like my work with Dad.”

“I won’t go back.” Miss Pan De said immediately.

“I’m not talking about this.” He couldn’t laugh or cry. “Yao, I have to say that what you are talking about are Sonia’s personal opinions, not the position of professionals.”

Miss Pan De squinted her eyes: “Just now you were still emphasizing that you taught me a lesson.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Ha.” Miss Pan De had a meaningful expression, “Then what do you want to say by ‘not representing the position of professionals’?”

“It means literally.” Rajiv said, “Your thoughts do not mean that they are mine.”

She immediately asked: “From what perspective, my opinion is only ‘Sonia’s personal’, and yours has become a ‘professional’s position’?”

Rajiv opened his mouth: “I’m sorry. You know I do this business, and I have been studying and practicing in this field for more than 20 years, right?”

Miss Pan De rolled her eyes with her arms folded.

I cleared my throat, covered up my smile, and asked, “What made you choose to specialize in textile science instead of business administration?”

“Our dad hates business.” Rajiv shrugged and shook his head. “He thinks that business is just a cover. A group of rich children exchange resources in a scholastic-style environment, with all kinds of high-sounding names. The reason for spending the money allocated by the trust fund, after graduation, I can’t even earn a fraction of the money mountain where I lay.”

“Wow.” This view is extremely sharp and too one-sided. If it is normal, I will not believe anything. This is what a capitalist said.

Of course, Rajiv and Miss Pande are not in line with the general impression of their social status. For example, I did not expect Rajiv to have a mixed accent without any regional characteristics.

I heard from Miss Pande that Rajiv’s university studies were completed in the UK. He usually travels between India and the UK from time to time. In addition, the upper middle class in the Commonwealth countries always have a very ambiguous admiration for the British accent. I thought that in his capacity, he should consider working on this aspect.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, and it does not happen exclusively in the Commonwealth countries. When I was in middle school, my classmates often had discussions about whether English or American accents were good. At that time, I was far-fetched to participate in it, but I never thought about this kind of “orthodox” argument. Have any formal correctness.

However, there are exceptions to everything: at this point, the exception is clearly racist—

There is no such person in a bright house.

I looked at Rajiv, who was acting low-key. They were really alike. Even if you don’t know it, if you hear that they are brothers and sisters, they will only feel that it is so.