Chapter 814 Xiangyang’s pig teammates are more than just Little John
Why is Principal An happy?
That was not because the photo he saw showed Xiang Yang and his friend Macron.
Rather.
His son-in-law has always been by Christina's side, and he also heard from people at the dinner that the two talked about everything.
Even during the dinner, they all sat together and communicated quietly for the entire dinner.
This lady took the initiative.
What does this mean?
It seems that the last time Xiang Yang sat down with a group of Silicon Valley investors at a Liverpool game, there was no incident except for the media’s exclaims and public curiosity.
But in fact, there is an undercurrent.
"Xiang, I didn't expect you to have such a lively chat with Christina."
Did Xiang Yang sleep?
Of course not.
Principal An was so happy that he couldn't sleep, and Xiang Yang, who was a party to the dinner, certainly didn't rest either.
My wife is away, so of course we have to have a party.
Macron was surprised that his boss, Christina, who was in charge of finance, could talk to Xiang Yang during the dinner.
"Haha, we just talked about some cultural things." Xiangyang still admires Christina, who is known as the "Coco Chanel" of the financial world.
Especially, her white hair.
Xiang Yang likes it very much.
Coincidentally, his father-in-law is the current principal. One of his parents is a university professor, and the other was also a teacher and is now engaged in classical literature publishing.
How could Xiang Yang, who was able to piece together "Midnight in Paris" with his own understanding of European classical culture, have no common language with her?
Culture, economy, clothing, he is proficient in everything.
And Christina has been a lawyer, been in charge of foreign trade, and now is in charge of finance. When discussing issues with Xiangyang, exquisite words will pop out of her mouth from time to time.
What does this mean?
Both parties are interested in getting to know each other.
"It's rare that she didn't say something stupid." Macron joked while drinking beer.
Why does he like to drink with Xiangyang?
Free and comfortable, no need to worry about it.
“However, her courage, determination and elegance are also worthy of praise. The two friends I will introduce to you at Christmas are also worthy of your attention.”
Xiang Yang spoke highly of Christina.
By the way, he raised Jack Ma and Xiao Ma to make Macron pay more attention to this friendship.
Don’t look at the current market capitalization of 40 billion US dollars, which has just exceeded 10 billion US dollars.
But the future eruption in market value of the companies they control has made the entire financial world tremble.
Being able to bring these two companies to Paris can add some bright spots to Macron's poor economy.
In this regard, the latter’s influence is even greater.
Its arrival is aimed at European small and medium-sized enterprises, which is very important from a macroeconomic perspective and is also the future trend.
“Don’t worry, of course I will seriously make friends with the friends you introduce.” Macron raised his thick eyebrows and asked with a smile:
“Little John, why didn’t you follow me this time? Come back together?"
"He has some things to deal with." Xiang Yang shrugged. In fact, this guy hasn't called him for three days. Who knows what he is busy with.
I heard from Liu Qianqian that he returned to the capital that day and had dinner together and then disappeared.
I also took little JoJo with me.
I guess I’m back, but I’m stuck at home.
Of course, like the Elysee Palace dinner, even if it is not particularly formal, if Little John wants to be invited, his strength is not enough.
Unless he can invest in another movie set in France, with great influence and good box office results, there is hope.
But in Xiang Yang’s few impressions, there seem to be very few such movies, and the box office and influence of "Untouchable" are difficult to surpass.
"Why do you miss him?" Xiang Yang asked jokingly while drinking beer.
“That’s not true,” Macron laughed out loud, “It’s just that he’s always there, but today he’s not here, so I feel like something is missing.”
“It seems like, you I quite like him." Upon hearing this, Xiangyang continued to tease.
Not to mention, when drinking, with a guy like Little John as the glue between them, the wine goes down faster.
But the topic cannot be deepened.
This was also the main reason why Xiangyang guessed that Little John was back, but didn't call him over.
However, this time it was also a threesome.
Bi Schaffer held a beer bottle with a slightly red face, trying to integrate into the exchange between Xiang Yang and Macron.
You can imagine how stubborn this girl is.
If you want her to talk about fashion and work, she can give a lot of interesting opinions.
But if she wants to keep up with Xiang Yang and Macron and talk about whether 200 billion euros can change the debt crisis somewhere, then she can't get involved.
At this moment when the two mentioned Little John, Bea Shaffer's eyes lit up.
Finally there is a topic that she can participate in.
"He is busy with the movie." Bea Shaffer said with her face flushed.
"Oh? Movie?" Xiangyang turned his head with burning eyes, frowned and then reached out to snatch the beer bottle from her hand.
He was drunk even when he was talking, and he was still trying to be brave.
If you have to compare yourself with Little John, why bother.
"Yes." Bea Shaffer nodded. She wanted to show off her strength and originally didn't want to hand over the bottle in her hand, but under Xiang Yang's warning gaze, she quickly lost the battle.
"Drink less, be careful your mother comes to settle the score with me." Xiang Yang said, and asked Bea Shaffer to prepare some hangover hangover food for him and Macron.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to cook, you are always good at dry lunch.
"Xia Fu is quite able to relax his figure in front of you." Seeing her actually walking to the restaurant to get something to eat, Macron couldn't help but admire in a low voice and gave Xiang Yang a thumbs-up gesture.
Anna Wintour’s daughter is also famous as a little pepper in her own circle.
"She is willing to give me face." Xiang Yang couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you the same?"
"What you said, I would be embarrassed to drink another bottle." Macron, who was asked the rhetorical question, felt like he was in a spring breeze.
He felt that it was Xiangyang who gave him face.
You know, after the dinner, there were a lot of people who wanted to invite Xiang Yang to have a personal relationship, so how could he, a little consultant, get their turn.
Just as he was about to get up to get another bottle of beer, he noticed Xiang Yang's brows frowning.
"What's wrong?" Following Xiang Yang's gaze, he also turned to look at the TV, which was playing the picture but muted.
On TV, an unexpected incident in Tunisia is being reported.
"This winter may be even colder than in the past," Xiang Yang muttered. He didn't know if it was because of drinking, but his voice sounded a little trembling.
Macron didn't pay attention to Xiang Yang's words. When he saw the report on the screen, he also frowned. This matter is very sensitive.
He has a sense of smell.
The two of them were like silent TV, staring at the sudden reports on the TV without saying a word.
"Ling Ling Ling"
A hurried call interrupted the silence between the two.
Seeing that the call was coming from his mobile phone and looking at the caller, Mark Longton quickly put the answer to his ear.
After exchanging a few words in a low voice, he took a long breath and said to Xiang Yang:
"Xiang, I have to leave, there is an urgent meeting."
"They arranged a car to pick you up?" Xiangyang guessed that this call was not an easy one, so he asked.
"Uh" burped, and Macron realized that he was so anxious that he forgot to say anything.
But think about it, there are probably many colleagues who are drinking indulgently at this moment who have received the same call.
Can you arrange a special car to pick up this little consultant?
“Here, here, my cooking skills can only make this for you.” Holding a plate of toast, cutting Good slices of cheese and ham, Bea Shaffer realized what she was doing wrong.
"Let me call you a driver." Xiangyang looked at his assistant and told her not to drink, but she insisted on drinking.
No, it's okay now.
There is not even anyone who can drive, so we can only make trouble.
In less than half an hour, Little John appeared at Xiang Yang’s house, cursing.
He looked at the three drunkards who had sobered up complainingly, and looked at the beer bottles in the living room unhappily, and he was not even angry at all.
It’s okay if you can’t attend the dinner.
If you don't ask me to drink with you, I won't care.
In the end, you actually asked me to be your driver in the middle of the night?
“I checked Uber, from here to the Elysee Palace, it’s...” Little John said, there is no reason to help in vain.
It’s already great if he can come.
"Let's go, let's go with you." Xiang Yang, who had already changed his clothes, finished urging and said to Bea Shaffer:
"Shaffer, you don't have to clean up. Go to bed early. Someone will clean it tomorrow morning."
"Well, okay." Bea Schaffer also wanted to go with her.
But Xiangyang wouldn't let him go, so naturally she didn't bother to meet Little John, and her revenge wasn't over yet.
Little John raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid that I will sue Liu?"
"Let's go, I told you on the way that Macron has something important to do." Xiang Yang sneered.
"If he wasn't in a hurry, I wouldn't have even rushed over." Little John, who was full of displeasure, was still very honest.
But he was also curious about what was going on.
Get him out of bed late at night.
This midnight phone call not only woke him up, but also woke up little JoJo and Laura.
Let him be complained about a lot.
"Tell me on the way." Macron's eyes were still red after washing his face and eating something. "Thank you for coming to help me." Thirty minutes.
You can imagine that Little John drove a fast car.
“You don’t need to be moved by this, just settle the bill later.” Facing Macron’s heartfelt thanks, Little John pretended not to appreciate it.
For 300 euros, he won’t do anything less.
No, this is too cheap for two people working together. It only costs 500 euros.
If I ask you to drink, don’t ask me!
"Haha, I said this driver will definitely come, but the price is ridiculously expensive." Xiangyang had already gotten into the car and fastened his seat belt.
He was sitting in the back seat, and Macron had to go to the passenger seat.
Before starting the car, Little John, who was angry and unhappy, specifically warned:
"Let's talk first. I drove a bit too fast. If you two vomit in the car, that's another price."
"I got it, Daniel, just drive quickly." Macron was speechless. , can’t you still fly there?
As for the name Daniel in his mouth, it is the name of the taxi driver protagonist in the famous French movie "Taxi".
"The movie you're working on when you come back, shouldn't it be "Taxi"?" Xiang Yang, who was sitting in the back row, asked curiously.
There are already four movies in this series.
"Haha." Little John, who was full of resentment towards Xiang Yang, replied with disdain.
But as soon as he drove out from his friend's house and turned a corner, his itchy heart began to move again.
Isn’t this a good time to make clichés?
The fact that my friend was able to attend such an important dinner just after returning must have something to do with the documents in Liu Qianqian's box.
You can’t count on little JoJo.
But Xiangyang was drinking
"Xiang, how about you call Shafer and ask her to make some more food and put a few bottles of beer on ice?"
"Huh?" After getting in the car, Xiang Yang, whose eyelids started to tremble, opened his eyes.
Are there a second show? Who did Little John learn this from?
“You don’t want me to go back at night and get scolded by Laura again. Only a person as righteous as me would be scolded in the dark night”
"Okay, okay, here you go, just drive seriously." Macron, who was anxious to attend an emergency meeting, became unhappy after hearing this.
How long has it been and this guy is still doing badly.
Isn’t it just 500 euros?
To you.
Let’s see if I can shut your mouth.
"I'm not here for your money." Little John didn't even look at Macron.
In comparison, does your little consultant earn more than I do?
Follow me here to get the big head start.
"Hey, that's true." Macron was stunned, and then put away the wallet he just took out.
However, when the two of them were alone together, he, who never had a problem with his words, naturally would not spoil Little John.
He said in a very mocking tone: "Hey, it's a bit like being a CEO with an annual salary of one million euros, and also working as an Uber driver to earn money from friends. It's really hard and diligent."
"You care. "Me?" This level of ridicule can't break Little John's defense. "It's better than asking someone to ask for help."
"? Macron's face?" , but not as thick as Little John.
Hearing Little John say that he had no face, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Seeing the two people bickering fiercely, Xiang Yang quietly took out his mobile phone and kept aloof from the incident, recording the two of them choking each other with great interest and preparing to share it with Liu Qianqian.
Later, when Macron sits down in the big seat, he will probably laugh to death if he takes it out and appreciates it.
It’s just
“Haha, I just don’t know if your income in one year is enough to pay dividends to Xiangyang Hermes shares if you work so hard.”
“I earn much more than you. , even your salary is not enough for me.”
As he spoke, Little John’s voice stopped suddenly
(End of this chapter)