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Warren East came down from Jaguar and looked at the mansion in front of him, his face changed a little. This was a street that could bring pressure to people, a mansion that could bring pressure to him.

Ordinary working-class people will feel invisible pressure in luxury goods stores, and this street will make elites like East feel similar pressure.

This is a kind of pressure that clearly marks the gap between you and some people with numbers. These ruthless numbers will stolen your self-feelings and feel good, and then, like a high-speed train, instantly crush all your unwillingness and reluctance...

East didn't like such pressure or such feelings from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't come.

He glanced casually and took his head down to sort out his clothes. The door opened at this time. The housekeeper stood up slightly and nodded, "Welcome, Mr. East,"

"Thank you," East handed the coat to the maid beside her. Before she could look at the furnishings in the house, she vaguely heard laughter coming down from the second floor.

"Sir, waiting for you upstairs,"

Isti nodded and walked upstairs. The sun shone through the tall lattice windows on the teak floor, making him a little dazzled. Another maid pushed open a door, and the lights and laughter filled the corridor in an instant. Standing at the door, the warmth came.

In the tall fireplace, the fire was burning. Several people in shirts or sweaters sat on the sofa beside the stove, crooked and oblique, their legs were either raised high or spread apart. Everyone was holding a glass of wine in their hands, and they all smiled and leaned back and forth.

Humph, American!

"...I really want to see what that person looks like at that time."

The person he talks about now is Cummins, the top leader of Feng Yiping's company in the United States.

Seeing him standing at the door, Cummins immediately stopped talking, which made East unable to help but think about it. Is this me talking about it?

Last year, Feng Yiping visited Arm in person. He was very arrogant, but this year, Arm will soon become a member of his company.

Do you want to see what I look like? Then let you see it.

East nodded to everyone as usual, "Everyone,"

Even if you face some people's comments about you, a real gentleman should be treated as if he hadn't heard it - just like he is now.

And, a true gentleman, even if he surrendered to his enemy, must maintain his demeanor, and looks like he was invited to the Queen's dinner - just like he is now.

"Mr. Feng,"

"Hi, Easter," Feng Yiping, wearing a red sweater, held his hand and introduced himself to his main escort this time. "Everyone, this will be our new colleague, Arm's ceo Warren Easter, this is NextDoor's ceo Cummins, this is our cfo Thomas..."

East shook hands with them one by one. From the positions of these people, he was sure that the news he heard was true. Feng didn't spend the Spring Festival in the UK and hurried to Germany, just to acquire Chimunda.

But, aren’t you not successful, why are you still so happy now?

"You guys talk first, East, let's go," Feng Yiping signaled to him.

This is a posture of having to chat alone, and Easter had long expected this. He did not forget to nod to Cummins and the others and signal, "Gentlemen,"

He was so sensible and polite, and he really made Cummins and the other guys who were used to being casual were a little cramped. Cummins coughed, "See East later,"

Easter took their eyes on them, and a trace of color quietly emerged. Look, this is the power of education.

But when I looked up again, the trace of lust disappeared without a trace, and I looked calm and quiet, as if I was humble and unrest, or if everything was in control.

Looking at the door closed, I couldn't see the thin British old man. Cummins and the others relaxed again and shook their heads at the same time, "Haha, British gentleman,"

"I heard that when Feng arrived at Arm last year, this person was very arrogant?"

Cummins smiled, "Feng is too lazy to bother with him,"

Everyone immediately remembered the scene at the foot of the Alps last night.

"Besides, arrogant...look at the present,"

"Haha," everyone laughed knowingly. You are so proud, aren't you still bowing your head obediently now?

"I think Mr. Luo from Qimengda must have never paid attention to arm, otherwise..."

Several guys laughed a little unscrupulously again, but that's true. Mr. Luo, who has a good self-feeling, could understand the process of Arm from being favored by Feng Yiping to becoming a member of Feng Yiping, he should be able to realize that as long as their boss loves him, he would not be able to escape.

And he would definitely jump into his bowl as he expected.

"I think now, Mr. Luo, who was equally proud at the beginning, should now know this fact," Thomas said.

Cummins was able to continue to be interrupted by Easter, "I am very much looking forward to what kind of expression would the Mr. Luo, who thought he was unparalleled in front of this house when he appeared in front of this house a few hours. When he met Feng again, he would have a look."

These guys are not yet out of the low-level fun, and they are very happy with the scene that will be staged in the afternoon.

"Yesterday, we took the initiative to come to them, but today, they came to us, why bother?" said Thomas.

Cummins smiled again. This was probably similar to what the boss said, "If you don't eat toast, you will be fined?"

Thomas had a different opinion on this, "I don't see it,"

He looked at everyone, "Do you think there is a possibility that he was forced by Peter Ball?"

"After Samsung performed perfectly as we imagined, Peter Ball, who felt humiliated and feared to lose his last and best chance, warned Ronaldo to either go to London with him or let another person accompany him to London instead of Ronaldo,"

I have to say, they are really amazing.

Cohen told them that Peter Ball and Mr. Rod were already on the flight to London, but even Cohen didn't know that Mr. Rod had no choice.

…………

The man who was expected by a group of big men was at a height of ten thousand meters, but he had no time to think about the embarrassing situation he would face next.

The first-class flight attendant had already delivered all the newspapers at his request, and all the newspapers on the plane mentioned Chimunda without exception.

If Chimunda was in good condition, it would only make him happy. In Europe, in terms of absolute strength, Chimunda is just a small company and it is difficult to get such concentrated attention.

But when Chimunda was about to go bankrupt, so many media paid so much attention only made him feel ashamed - he seemed a little flattered.

The bankruptcy of a company of such a level as Qimengda can attract such high attention from the media industry. From Mr. Luo's perspective, isn't it a success?

However, he searched through all the reports, but did not find any praise for him or affirmation of Chimunda in a newspaper. They were all kinds of sarcastic denials.

Seeing that "for such a company that burns at least 400 million euros every quarter, isn't it the best ending to go bankrupt?" He really wanted to start a slap.

It’s just that we are losing money. At this time, which memory company is not losing money?

Especially as a newspaper in Munich, don’t you understand the main reason why we burn money so quickly?

Isn't it because of the high cost of Munich?

"...For anyone, there is absolutely no reason to acquire Qimengda for business, market, business, technology or competitive reasons." Although such remarks are annoying, they are not very new. Mr. Luo has seen it in the newspaper before.

However, “even if you can spend money to ask someone to take away Chimunda, then the buyer must be a lunatic or a fool.”

How could you make such a remark in the dignified "Photo Biography"?

What Mr. Luo wanted to do most at this time was to hold a press conference to refute these unreliable remarks in the newspapers one by one.

Peter Ball next to him handed the wine glass to Xiaosan and signaled him to have another glass. Seeing that Mr. Luo was still looking through the newspapers excitedly, he couldn't help but say, "Stop reading,"

"Can't you see that why there are these reports today?"

Mr. Luo was stunned for a while, "You mean..."

Peter Ball looked at him, "What do you say?"
Chapter completed!