Zhonghai City, Yindu Jianguo Hotel—

The BMW car sent Song Zhichao to the hotel door. Song Zhichao saw Bi Wenfeng, a royal charity from Hong Kong at first sight.

On a hot day, Bi Wenfeng was dressed meticulously, with a gray-black suit, trousers, and even his hair meticulously, and his expression was still the same - he was wearing glasses and a stern face, as if someone owed him how much money he had paid.

In fact, just looking at Bi Wenfeng's current appearance, no one knows that this person's net worth is almost 100 million - yes, after two or three years with Song Zhichao, Bi Wenfeng can be said to be a rich man among his peers. Therefore, in the Hong Kong legal industry, Bi Wenfeng is simply a representative of "gold lawyers". Many colleagues admire him and secretly rely on relationships to get closer to him.

It can be said that in the place where Bi Wenfeng appeared in Hong Kong, there will be a lot of lawyers following him, because of his extraordinary achievements, he is praised by everyone as the "King of Laws".

But the famous "King of Law" in front of him was guarding the door of the hotel. In the hot weather, he personally opened the car door for Song Zhichao, and then opened a black parasol to cover Song Zhichao's head.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhichao smiled and said, "I'm not a child, and the hotel only has two or three steps, so there is no need to hold an umbrella."

"oh."

With a snap, Bi Wenfeng gathered the parasol again.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Look at the scorching sun, "You open it and open it, and then you can do what you want."

"Then are you asking me to open it or close it?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Regarding this strange-minded situation, Song Zhichao could only "hehehe".

...

Accompanied by Bi Wenfeng, the two walked towards the hotel lobby.

"I have already booked the room for you, the eighth floor, room No. 808. According to your request, there is no presidential suite reservation, but I just booked a standard room with hot water and provided free breakfast. This is a breakfast roll - the breakfast is a buffet, in the Chinese restaurant on the third floor. If you want to enjoy Western food, then go to the Western restaurant on the second floor, which has a lobby. The brewed Italian espresso is very good. By the way, the baguette is also good..."

Along the way, Bi Wenfeng calmly explained the whole content, making Song Zhichao confused whether he was a barrister or a housekeeper.

"Where is the document? About the list of senior executives on Ericsson's side." Song Zhichao asked.

"I have put the list on your desk - Tom Gill, the head of Ericsson China Overseas Headquarters, I also called him, and he will come to report to you soon."

"Swede?"

"Yes."

"What did he do?"

"The overseas development manager of Swedish Ericsson Company is proficient in three languages, especially speaking fluently in Chinese."

Song Zhichao nodded, "I don't speak Chinese well in this era, and I dare not come to China to develop."

While talking, the two walked through the hall and took the elevator to the eighth floor.

Bi Wenfeng took out the keys - there were no such high-end electromagnetic induction room cards in this era, and they were all ordinary keys.

Open the door, turn on the lights, and invite Song Zhichao in.

As soon as I entered the room, there was a jasmine air freshener.

Obviously, the room had just been cleaned, otherwise the taste would not be so strong.

Song Zhichao had a bad nose, so he took out a handkerchief and covered his nose and looked around.

Bi Wenfeng said on the side: "I have told you, but recently China Overseas has held an event, and the occupancy rate of major hotels is very high, and the rooms are a bit rushed to clean."

Song Zhichao nodded, "I know you are careful in doing things--"

With a thud, she opened the curtains, Song Zhichao looked out, and then said, "It's a pity that my nose is too sensitive, I can't stand the cold, the heat, and the strong fragrance."

"Then I'll change another one for you."

"No need, it's pretty good here, you can just see the radio tower through the window."

Outside the window, the Oriental Pearl Tower stood, just four or five hundred meters away from the hotel he was staying in. When he looked closely, he could even see the technical workers working on the tower.

Bi Wenfeng followed Song Zhichao's gaze and said, "It's my fault for doing so - this radio tower will not be completed until next year. If you live here, there may be noise."

Song Zhichao turned around and smiled, "There is nothing absolutely perfect in this world - only by watching them work hard can you be more grateful for your current life."

Bi Wenfeng's stern face finally had a smile: "If you are grateful, I will only thank you, boss."

"Haha, this is not like your personality, you have learned to flatter."

"It's not flattery, it's the truth."

"Your truth is more powerful than flattery - I'm a little bit arrogant, boss."

Bi Wenfeng: "..."

Although he was very defensive in court, he was not good at speaking in real life, especially if a boss like Song Zhichao "titled" him, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Fortunately, at this time, someone knocked on the door.

"It should be Tom Gill and the others."

Sure enough, when Bi Wenfeng opened the door, he saw a middle-aged ghost with yellow hair, white skin, big nose and big belly standing outside the door. Then there was a smell of wine coming to his face.

There is also a woman next to the ghost guy. She is 27 or 28 years old, with short hair and capable, wearing a black professional suit, but she looks a little worse, with small eyes, thick lips, high cheekbones, and rough skin - but this is very consistent with the aesthetic views of foreigners towards Asians.

As the head of Ericsson China Overseas Headquarters, Tom has always been very arrogant. To be precise, because China's economic development level is relatively backward in this era, many foreigners come to China with a superior mentality. In their eyes, it seems that China is still the country that was invaded and bullied by the Qing Dynasty.

So, even though Song Zhichao is now the real boss behind Ericsson, Tom did not show much respect and seriousness when he saw him. On the contrary, he squinted his slightly drunk pig eyes and his big belly. Without waiting for Bi Wenfeng to introduce him, he pointed at Song Zhichao impolitely and said, "No need to say, you are the boss of our company, China Song." After that, he also burped, obviously, he had just finished drinking.

With his hands waving the smell of alcohol, Song Zhichao laughed. This ghost guy was interesting and didn't say anything.

Bi Wenfeng looked at Tom and looked sternly: "Tom Gill, have you drunk?"

Tom chuckled and said, "I drank some whiskey - God, Chinese foreign wine is so bad, it tastes so bad." After that, he patted his big belly, looking very uncomfortable.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhichao, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned gloomy.

Next to him, the woman who looked like a female secretary hurriedly spoke to help explain: "Mr. Tom was contacting the business just now, so he had a little social engagement."

Bi Wenfeng said coldly: "Social engagements? Don't he know that he is coming here to report his work today?"

Before the female secretary could speak, Tom, who was slightly drunk, pushed his female secretary away, pointed at Bi Wenfeng's nose and said to him: "Report? Oh, God, I almost forgot, what should I do? Haha--I'm going to punish me because I drank a little more wine?" There was a joke on his face, and he looked like no one was afraid of it.

Bi Wenfeng: "..."

I've never seen such an arrogant ghost guy.

At this time, Song Zhichao gently patted Bi Wenfeng on the shoulder and signaled him to stand aside first.

Bi Wenfeng moved aside, Song Zhichao walked to the front, put his pocket in one hand, tilted his head, smiled at Tom Jill, and said, "No, it's not him who wants to punish you - it's me who wants to punish you!"

Tom Jill: "…"
Chapter completed!