Spiritual Walker

Can we meet today?

Zhang Yuanqing was excited and said, "He is in Songhai? Give me his contact information and address."

Zhang's mother said, "Hmm," "I'll text you later. That gentleman is a very successful businessman abroad and an important business partner of my mother. Pay attention to your words and deeds after meeting. You should be good at this."

She is still very confident in her son's social skills.

"I know. I'm good at foreign languages." Zhang Yuanqing said.

My mother was particularly free today. She didn't end the call immediately and said:

"I heard from your grandmother that you and Yu'er have been staying up late playing games every day recently? This will affect your studies."

What's the use of studying? The teacher won't teach me how to conquer the spiritual realm. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Don't listen to grandma's exaggeration. My aunt and I play games on weekends."

I play alone at other times.

Mother Zhang said helplessly:

"Your grandmother means that you should not always hang out with Yu'er on weekends. She should have a boyfriend and should not always focus on you. The age difference between you two is not big, and it is time for you to date. It is not good to hang out together all the time."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became irritable: "If you want to preach, come back and talk. I'm going to hang up now. I have nothing else to do. I have to go out to attend classes."

He hung up his mother's phone forcefully.

"Grandma, why did you complain to my mother again? Do you still want this family relationship? I want to break off all ties with you." Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed and cried loudly.

The bedroom door opened, and the grandmother stood with a broom, looking coldly: "What did you say?"

"I said I love grandma the most. Grandma is better than my mother. I also want to be your son." Zhang Yuanqing is flexible.

Grandma snorted coldly and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Yuanqing curled his lips and glanced at his phone. Seeing that his mother's text message had not arrived, he stood up and sat down at the table, turned on the computer, logged into the official database, and searched for Chi Yuean.

A few seconds later, the relevant resume of this person was clearly presented in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

With his current authority, he can find the information of most of the deacons in Songhai Branch.

Except for Fu Qingyang, a noble son of heaven.

Chi Yuean was originally the son-in-law of the Zhu family. The Zhu family is a family of musicians. Because musicians are good at preserving and making life essence, the three families of musicians are often called the "three families of life."

When Chi Yuean joined the Five Elements Alliance, he was only a level 2 fire master. With the support of the Zhu family, his level rose step by step, and his position was promoted from an ordinary member to a captain and a deacon.

This person's signature props are Ganlin Inner Armor and Chiyan Divine Weapon. The former is a high-level prop for the musician profession, and the latter is a prop for the fire master profession.

"He has been a saint for more than a year, so he must have experienced four or five single-player dungeons and more than ten multiplayer dungeons. Even if he won and lost during this period, his experience points have accumulated almost enough, close to level 5. It was wise not to entangle with him last night and use charm to escape."

Regardless of props, there is a big gap between level 4 and level 4. The gap between saints and extraordinary people is even more outrageous.

Kou Beiyue probably has one or two trump cards in his hand, so he dared to attack and kill the saint.

But he still failed.

Zhang Yuanqing secretly decided to investigate privately and then hand over the collected evidence to Fu Qingyang. It is best not to expose himself, otherwise, making an enemy of a deacon will cause endless troubles.

There is also a Zhu family behind him.

"Ding!"

The mobile phone made a short, clear reminder sound. Zhang Yuanqing looked away from the computer and grabbed the mobile phone to check the information.

Demon Eye King: "Did you purify my mark?"

Fuck! Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingled for a moment, and he pretended to be calm and replied: "What's the problem?"

I should have asked Wang Tai to lock his position immediately.

The five elders rushed forward, and they were still afraid that he had a premeditated plan. Could it be that other kings of Bingjiao were also here?

Demon Eye King: "The power of the sun is not something that a night wandering god in the extraordinary stage can control. I asked someone to check Yuan Ting. I heard that he was summoned to the capital a while ago. There are videos of his torture every day in the official forum of Taiyi Sect. You are not him!"

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and almost threw his phone away. After thinking about it, he replied:

"Who are you? Why are you behaving so strangely."

Demon Eye King: "Hehe, as a level 3 night wandering god, you shouldn't know nothing about the things I did in Songhai a few days ago. Are you pretending not to know me? Well, there won't be too many night wandering gods in Songhai who can use the power of the sun. It's not difficult to find out your identity, unless you have never used the ability in this field."

"Whatever you want." Zhang Yuanqing responded toughly.

"Heh, has anyone told you that my magic eye can find spiritual realm walkers? Songhai is big, but Kangyang District is not. I can still find you if I spend some time. I think your expression will be very interesting when I find you next time."

Are you bored? While looking for Yuanshi Tianzun and Zhisha Palace Master, threatening the official walker for fun Zhang Yuanqing silently closed the secondary card and stopped replying.

He wanted to delete the Magic Eye King, but he felt that with a friend, he could at least control the attitude and movements of the Magic Eye in disguise.

Maybe the means of phone positioning will be useful one day.

"Not many people know that I can use the power of the sun. It's a bit bad. There are more and more clues about the magic eye. How long can I hide? Zhisha Palace Master can hide better than me."

Just thinking about it, my mother's text message came late.

It was a photo of a business card with a name, contact information, and company position printed on it.

My mother also wrote an address in Songhai on the business card.

Bill Tarantino, Director of the Marketing Department of Ante Pharmaceuticals.

Ante Pharmaceutical Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer and searched for information about the company online.

He was surprised to find that Ante Pharmaceutical is a very famous pharmaceutical company abroad and one of the top ten pharmaceutical giants in the world.

"My mother's business is more prosperous than I thought." Zhang Yuanqing marked his phone and dialed the number on the business card.

"Beep~"

The ring rang twice, and the other side answered. It was a woman who spoke a string of foreign languages.

Zhang Yuanqing probably understood the meaning and replied in a foreign language:

"I am Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarantino."

"Wait a minute, I'll check the appointment." After a few seconds, the female voice replied: "Okay, Mr. Tarantino has told me that he has been waiting for you. Sir, can you please tell us your address and we will send a special car to pick you up."

"No, no, I'll come by myself." Zhang Yuanqing is now very concerned about the confidentiality of residential information.

"Okay! Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Let Mr. Bill wash up and wait for me? Zhang Yuanqing said, "No need for help, I'll go right over."

After the call ended, he put on his shoes, took out the formal suit that Li Dongze had customized for him from the closet, and put it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.

The sergeant, who was particular about elegance, required his subordinates to wear formal suits to and from get off work, so he customized a suit for him. Later, because he had made great contributions and was so powerful that he shocked the master, the sergeant's bottom line for him became lower and lower.

From preparing happy water in the refrigerator to not needing to wear formal suits.

And later, when he suspected that he and Guan Ya were preaching and learning in the bathroom, the sergeant only commented: There is a hotel nearby, and it is not elegant to do things in the unit.

Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in formal suits, quietly left the bedroom, slipped out of the house, took a taxi on the roadside, and went to the International Building.

The International Building is one of the landmark buildings in the most central CBD area of ​​Songhai. Many well-known financial companies are stationed here, and well-known foreign companies also like to open their mainland branches here.

Songhai is a bridgehead for overseas capital, and there are many similar places, among which the International Building is the most famous.

It is rush hour at this moment, and the elites in suits and ties are crossing the road in groups, rushing to the major office buildings.

The huge crowds and crowded traffic are a landscape of Songhai CBD area.

Most of these office workers cannot afford to rent a house in the CBD area. They need to take the subway for more than 40 minutes to go to work every day. The first thing they do when they get up is not to enjoy breakfast, but to squeeze into the subway under the stars and moonlight, so as not to be late for work.

Their pace of life is very fast, so fast that even Zhang Yuanqing, a rare handsome man in the world, is too lazy to be looked at by his sisters and aunts. Their attention is all on the traffic lights.

As soon as the green light comes on, they rush across the sidewalk, not daring to stop for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing followed this group of office workers, crossed the road, arrived downstairs of the International Building, and then dialed Bill Tarantino's number.

"You need to swipe your employee card to enter the building. I can't go up." He said in a not-so-standard foreign language.

"Wait a minute."

A few minutes later, a man in a blue suit and a white shirt walked out of the building, looked around, and said loudly:

"Who is Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand: "Here."

The man in the suit looked at him and smiled warmly: "Mr. Tarantino's assistant asked me to go downstairs to pick you up."

The two waited for a long time downstairs before squeezing into an elevator. The man in the suit raised his hand to protect Zhang Yuanqing, squeezed out a space for him, and apologized:

"Sorry, there are so many people at this time."

Zhang Yuanqing was not yet of the age to apply for a job, and had never been to such a place. He nodded reservedly and did not express his opinion.

The elevator stopped at the 37th floor, and he left the car with the man in the suit.

The entire 37th floor is the office of Ante Pharmaceuticals. The man in a suit led him into the marketing department and said to the girl at the front desk:

"The customer that Annie is waiting for is here. Please notify her."

The girl at the front desk nodded slightly and picked up the landline to report. After a while, a tall woman in a white shirt and skirt came out from the inside.

She was about 30 years old, with loose blonde hair and blue eyes like the sea, rippling with charming spring feelings. Her facial features were delicate and three-dimensional. She was a very charming beauty.

When she walked towards him, it was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, with a temptation that made people's lower abdomen rise with heat, attracting the male employees in the office to stare at her.

The foreign woman looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down, smiled and stretched out her hand, speaking fluent Chinese: "Hello, my name is Annie, you are younger than I thought."

"Hello, hello!" Zhang Yuanqing stretched out her hand and shook it, unconsciously pinching her soft and smooth little hand a few times, and praised: "Your Chinese is also better than I thought."

Hearing this, Annie smiled proudly: "Chinese is difficult to learn, but I only took three years to master it."

She did not withdraw her hand, allowing the young man to take advantage of her, and her smile became more charming.

"Oh my God, you are really a woman blessed by God. Your language talent shocked me. Unlike me, I have learned foreign languages ​​for half my life, but my pronunciation is still not standard, but I really studied hard, I swear." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Annie was stunned for a moment and said: "I can have a normal conversation, you don't have to speak English Chinese to me."

"Oh, God, that's great." Zhang Yuanqing said happily.

"." Anne forced a smile: "Come with me, Mr. Tarantino is waiting for you."

Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly let go of his hand and followed the female assistant to the inside. During this process, his eyes seemed to lose control and were attracted to Anne's buttocks like a magnet.

The round buttocks wrapped in a skirt are like peaches and full moons, bringing hormonal agitation.

This woman.

Not long after, the two stopped in the minister's office. Anne knocked on the brown wooden door and said in English:

"Mr. Tarantino, your guest has arrived."

A mellow male voice came from the office: "Come in!"

Anne turned the door of the office and led Zhang Yuanqing in. The office was decorated extremely luxuriously. On the right was a handmade solid wood desk with a striped flag on the right corner.

On the left was the reception area, with soft sofas, glass coffee tables, wine cabinets, etc.

In front of the solid wood desk, sat a foreign man in a light-colored casual suit, with short light brown hair, three-dimensional facial features, and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

His eyes were deep and calm, revealing the vicissitudes of having experienced too many things. He was a middle-aged man with a mature and tasteful temperament.

Bill Tarantino slowly stood up and walked towards the reception sofa, smiling and saying:

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang, do you need my assistant to prepare breakfast?"

"Thank you." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and refused, sitting down on the soft sofa.

Bill Tarantino sat down opposite him and said gently:

"Your mother and I are close business partners. She is a very capable and strong woman. I admire her very much, but it is also a headache because she is always aggressive at the negotiation table.

"But she has one advantage, which is that she is very efficient and never makes false courtesy and annoying socializing. This is a quality that many mainland businessmen I have met do not have. "

She just wants to make money from you foreigners as quickly as possible. After all, she is a workaholic who is inefficient even when holding a parent-teacher meeting for her son. Zhang Yuanqing complained about his mother in his heart, but smiled:

"Tarantino, thank you for your compliment. I hate inefficient communication like my mother. Do you know the purpose of my visit today?"

Bill Tarantino leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, saying:

"Are you talking about the pills for your headache?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded:

"I am very curious about what this medicine is. Except for Ante Pharmaceuticals, I can't buy it outside, and I can't find any information about it. My mother said that this is a new drug developed by your company. To be honest, this can't convince me.

"Developing new drugs requires extremely high costs. A rare and uncommon disease cannot bring you huge profits."

Bill Tarantino thought for a few seconds and said:

"You are right. This drug is not developed for your disease. It just happens to relieve your headache. The drug we developed is suitable for all problems of the soul and repairs the trauma of the soul.

"Sorry, there is something wrong with my description. Let me correct it. It is spirit. In Chinese, the word spirit is more appropriate."

Applicable to the trauma of the soul Zhang Yuanqing was silent.