But the quality of the dishes and the real chicken are not good.

To be honest, Zhang Fan is a good talker, but this thing depends on its appearance. Compared to Chinese cuisine, saying this thing is average is a bit insulting to Chinese cuisine.

A round sausage, grilled like a circle of black tattoos.

The tableware is quite exquisite.

Silver forks, silver knives, porcelain plates.

But Zhang Fan really couldn't control the taste of the food. On the other hand, Zhang Fan managed to eat some of the so-called desserts.

After dinner, Wellington's director left.

Zhang Fan and the others took some photos next to the legendary apple tree and looked at the buildings around them that looked like they had growth rings caused by the rain.

Zhang Fan and the others returned to the hotel.

When entering the lobby, an Asian lady came over.

"Hello, Professor Zhang, I am Zeng Huiyu, the president of GlaxoSmithKline Asia. It is an honor to meet you today. Hello, experts!" He said while handing out business cards.

It turns out that GlaxoSmithKline is waiting for Zhang Fan here.

This Ms. Zeng was alone and had the air of going to a meeting alone.

Black frame, small suit, white shirt, suit skirt, I don’t know if she is wearing stockings. Anyway, she looks very smooth and not very old. Zhang Fan took a look at the laxity of the other person’s neck and eyebag muscles. He was about three years old. Between fifteen and forty years old.

Wearing a pair of black slightly sloped leather shoes.

Although he is alone, his momentum is not inferior to that of Zhang Fan and his group.
Chapter completed!