Two days later, Anfeng set out.

Also accompanying him are Guli and Katylina. Hei Chao dressed up and had a serious expression; sexy and beautiful, gentle and charming love; plus casual clothes and sunglasses BOSS... An Feng used to be very show-off when watching European and American movies, but when it was his turn, he felt cool and stylish.

After Fred received the order, he took off. The destination was Santa Monica Airport in Los Angeles County. As for LAX Airport, it was not considered. Because international airport flights are busy day and night, there are controlled routes over the air. It is no exaggeration to say that if the helicopter crosses over, it may encounter passenger planes preparing to land on the runway. Fred, who is experienced, passed it first. He contacted the airport in Santa Monica and rented a seat.

Due to limited financial allocations, Santa Monica Airport is only ten kilometers away from LAX, and its nature is incompatible, so the municipal government encourages it to maintain operation by charging downtime fees. A large number of private fixed-wing aircraft dock here. If there are business jets, they will generally choose to stop there, and landing procedures are simple.

Originally, the roof of the research center was suitable for stopping, but the apron was not built at the beginning. Now it needs to be reported to the relevant departments. After obtaining permission, the apron on the roof was redesigned and built. Anfeng has designated a contractor, which will take about three months. Americans are very troublesome in this regard. They can do it well in half a month in China, but at least three months here. I have no choice but to stop at the airport and then transfer the bus.

The plane stopped after an hour and twenty minutes. The speed was really vague. On the way, you could overlook California, enjoy a beautiful woman, drink red wine, and play with your cell phone... An Feng comforted his regret of not being able to stop the roof. After getting off the plane, he stopped a car outside the airport and headed to the research center.

On the way, Katilina asked An Feng what he wanted to do, and he replied: "Take class for elementary school students."

It is true that he can understand something in a second. It may take several days, weeks, or even longer. The teacher teaches primary school students to arithmetic and recite multiplication formulas. Isn’t this mentality like this? Therefore, he brought women and computers. They have one thing in common: they can play.

The first floor of the building is a cafe, so it is impossible to stage the scene of a big man being called and rushing into the elevator, unless you go in to drink coffee and drive away other guests, indicating that he is so awesome that he has to book a place for a coffee. They turn to the rear, take the special elevator of the research center, stop on the top floor, wait for him, Dr. Mike Case and his six colleagues have arrived, and the two sides shake hands and greet, and then the conference room is on the main point.

The process is boring and there is nothing to say. An Feng's overall plan is divided into three stages. The first stage is the longest and most critical. The last two stage plans have little to do with the experts, because the latter stage is a living biological experiment, and many mice and rabbits were killed by research. In the end, it was human turn.

Now An Feng is talking, two groups are listening, the first stage is divided into two groups, and there are very few people, and if there are additions to those technicians who will start, there will be no fewer. It is worth mentioning that the group members have sacrificed a lot in order to participate in this topic. Some people stopped the university topic because of the topic, and some people are related to the topic, such as Mike Case, who is also a cancer cell researcher, and they can only resign and have a statement if they want to leave.

So An Feng concluded that scientists are crazy.

If you don't consider the reason why someone drags into the water.

After a boring day, the huge research system began to operate, and various departments gradually recovered. An Feng saved his free time and sat leisurely on the swivel chair in his top office. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him could overlook the downtown Santa Monica and see the golden beaches and blue oceans in the distance.

It can be seen from this that the rent that Mrs. Sinclair gave him in full is also a considerable amount.

The door rang, and An Feng said: "Please come in."

Supervisor Joseph Hart opened the door and glanced at the room. The young boss leaned on the swivel chair with a gentle smile. His female secretary in the vase, who was purely a furnishing, was sitting on the sofa with lipstick as if no one was around, wearing a black OL uniform with legs raised. The boss's neck was a little red.

Joseph smiled slightly and understood it. It was great to be young. He came to An Feng and said, "Mr. An, you asked the recruitment of chemical technicians to start recruiting this afternoon. Do you need to be an interviewer on site? Or do you have any other requirements?"

An Feng said: "There is nothing else. Just find the right one for the interview. There is another thing."

An Feng took out a few pieces of paper and pushed it out. Joseph came over and picked it up. He looked at it. It was the request of some other types of employees. An Feng said: "I also need some experienced people. I have work experience, about twenty people, and there are not many other requirements. Just be able to do things according to textbooks."

Joseph nodded: "I will go and arrange it."

"Okay, go and do it." An Feng said that when we get along for a short time, Joseph gave An Feng the impression that he was smooth and knew how to please his boss. As for other aspects, he was not sure, but he should not be a person who was full of energy. The youthful passion of such men has been exhausted for years, and the only thing left is family.

But that's the case. What should the research center do with a strong stunning supervisor? It's still every research group that plays a key role?

Joseph turned and went out, and just opened the door, An Feng added: "Wait a minute, call my bodyguard in."

"No problem, sir." Joseph gently brought the door.

An Feng picked up the pen on the table and crossed a to-do item on the paper. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and thought. It turned out that being a boss was like this, so boring... Guli came in quickly. An Feng turned the computer over to face him and said, "Arrang a task for you."

"That's great." Gu Li smiled. The research center was not where he stayed. It was too boring. He was playing with the leaves of indoor plants outside just now.

An Feng said: "There are several cars here. I'll give you a check. You can check it out. It requires comfort and a car available. If there is one, you can buy it."

An Feng handed out a check pressed down.

Considering that I would have to go to Tailan Company later, then transfer back, and then go out, and fly to Los Angeles in the future. The apron will be repaired at least three months, and there is a lot of funds in my pocket... So An Feng felt that he could not treat him badly, so he continued to take a taxi? He also brought a bodyguard with him?

It is not suitable from the perspective of being a show-off, but from the perspective of being lazy. Guli received the check and wrote down the brand and model of the car, and expressed his willingness to do business. His steps were a little brisk. It seemed that he could not bear the days of staying in the office.

Turn the computer back and continue to pound it on it. It’s okay not to look at it. Now, when you look at it, there are so many things. The joint plan of Secretary Lei, Song Wenrui and others has been sent, including the company address, name, tax laws of each state... all listed, and it will probably take a long time to watch it.

Katilina put away the small mirror on her carry-on, put down her beautiful legs, stood up from the sofa, twisted her butt to An Feng, sat facing him on the table, and looked at the contents of An Feng's screen. Her beautiful legs were on the side, and the fragrance lingered, but An Feng still held the mouse and did not move.

Katilina kicked off her high heels and gently stepped on An Feng's thigh with beautiful legs wrapped in stockings. An Feng glanced at her and said, "Don't make trouble."

"Who's making a fuss?" She said softly, grabbed An Feng's hand and placed it on her thigh, rubbing it gently, "Don't you like this?"

"I'm doing serious business," said An Feng.

"I want it," she said.

"Didn't you go through it just now?" An Feng had a headache.

"I want it." Her feet slowly stumbled deeper.

"Why do you always think about this?" An Feng couldn't resist her offensive.

"Because I think the guys at work are so good." She licked her lips.

"This is why I'm inefficient." An Feng sighed, resolutely pulled out his hand that was holding her thigh, picked up a pen on the table, and threw it under the desk.
Chapter completed!