No matter who taught him, there is one thing that is certain, that is, whether it is for Jian'er or Director Yang, it is profitable. As for the people of the Chinese..., Jian'er said: Who cares about them! He is asking for help, and crying and shouting that he wants to take those portraits back. If you ask for help, you must have the attitude of asking for help. If you want to use a crooked way, don't blame her for slapping it back!

What? You said that people who use evil ways are not Miyamoto's group? Who cares about you? Haven't you ever heard of taking off your anger? Who told you to be a J? Don't you J. always say that you are the most united? Isn't this just right? Let's use the spirit of unity to help them bear this sin together!

However, since Director Yang said that he knew that the subsequent negotiators knew the specific process of her "negotiation" with those little Jerseys this time, which was beneficial to her subsequent negotiation work, how could Jian'er not provide convenience?

Not only provides convenience, Jian'er also enthusiastically provides photography equipment, which is indispensable, otherwise how can real restore be performed? This is also indispensable for recording pen. Although the photography equipment also has recording functions, how can this sound quality be compared to this small recording pen that can record close distances?

Only when the audio and videos are complete can you restore it in reality. By the way, there is also a laptop computer. Without this thing, how can you save the audio and video materials in the future? Add two USB flash drives with large capacity. One of them must be backed up. If you lose it, you still need to remedy it?

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Standing next to the room, which was only one door from the living room, Director Yang looked at the entire set of equipment in front of him with a confused expression. Should he be glad that he is not the old-fashioned one. On the contrary, he still has enough energy to accept these new things, so he still has the ability to fiddle with these things in front of him...

Not to mention Director Yang's mixed feelings at this time, I don't know how to express his feelings. On the other hand, our Miss Jian'er is in a very good mood.

To be honest, this is like those little J people who are swaying their beards and staring at each other, and they are going to negotiate with them like cockfighting. Jian'er is really not that idle. The whole family packed these locks and handed them over to Director Yang and the others for Jian'er, who was just a good thing for Jian'er, especially in the end, she only had to lend these things to others for a while. It was just borrowing, not giving away. Jian'er said that this small price was not a big deal for her.

Especially in this way, Jian'er doesn't have to make any efforts in the subsequent matters, and she doesn't have to worry about Director Yang not fighting for her! After all, even if there is no such thing as Master Song, she will help to check it. For the first exhibition of the "Chunhua Ge Tie", Director Yang will fight for her life! So as long as she performs the next "play", she will be fine!

Ah, right!

"Michiko, Michiko!" He started to shout, "Come here to help me prepare..." Jian'er patted her little face to make herself more awake. Now is not the time to be dazed. If you don't prepare quickly, those little J people will come in a while, and that's going to be fine!

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At the corner of the road not far from the gate of Jianer's villa.

"Haya, Tanaka, what's going on? Why haven't this person come yet?" Miyamoto Naoto's somewhat angry voice rang in the car, and he pulled the button at the top of his shirt hard. Even though the air conditioner in the car had been beaten, the boss still couldn't suppress his irritability and heat.

"Why do I call another phone to urge me?" Tanaka Masao asked carefully. Facing Naoto Miyamoto who was already in a state of mania, he didn't want to step on a landmine.

"Idiot! Then hurry up!" Miyamoto Naoto roared impatiently.

"Hi! Hi!" Tanaka Masao took out his cell phone in a hurry. Just as he was about to dial the phone and urged him again, a matter of a S-city government license appeared in Tanaka Masao's rearview mirror. Tanaka Masao's eyes lit up and he hurriedly shouted, "Miyamoto, here, the person has arrived."

"Yes." The person who was waiting for this, Naoto Miyamoto seemed to have suddenly stabilized his emotions. A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. Then he closed it, and when he opened his eyes, he could no longer see any emotions. He made up the crooked tie, smoothed the wrinkles on the suit, and then used his fingers to combed the hair that was shiny and shiny, oily...

Then he heard a "click" sound, which was the sound of Tanaka Masao diligently helping him open the car door. He raised his feet wearing shiny leather shoes and Naoto Miyamoto got out of the car.

"Squeak--" A little rapid brake sounded, and the car stopped at a car that was almost the same body position as the Masao Tanaka and his car. Then the door soon opened. A man with a fat belly that was almost the same as an eight-month-old pregnant woman and wearing gold-edged half-framed glasses got out of the car. He looked around and raised his flattering smile and ran towards Masao Tanaka in the direction of Masao Tanaka.

"Mr. Tanaka, I'm sorry for letting you wait for a long time!" Before he could get behind, the person who came stretched out his hand and wanted to shake hands with Masao Tanaka.

"Yes." As if he didn't see the person's palm that was stretched out to shake hands with him, Masao Tanaka just squirted out of his nose (Kae: You really just squirt it, not your booze?), raised his chin upwards at 45 degrees, straightened his chest and tucked his abdomen (Kae: That, dear, can you also collect your butt? Otherwise, your image is really...) looking reserved.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Tanaka, I'm late. You know, this was just rush hour, so..." He withdrew his hand awkwardly and wiped his pants. The smile that squeezed out from the person's face was a little dry.

"I don't want to listen to your excuses! Section Chief Wu, do you know how much time you have wasted us?!" Tanaka Masao raised her chin higher, and she drooled at the forehead of the visitor.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." Section Chief Wu wanted to nod and bow.
Chapter completed!