"Who the hell are you? Why are you acting so weird."
Magic Eye Heavenly King: "Heh, what happened to me in Songhai a few days ago, as a level 3 night god, you shouldn't know nothing and pretend you don't know me? Well, Songhai is a night god who can use the power of the sun. Not too much, it is not difficult to find out your identity, unless you have never used the ability in this field."
"Whatever you want." Zhang Yuanqing responded stiffly.
"Heh, did anyone tell you that my magic eye can find people in the spiritual realm? Although Songhai is big, Kangyang District is not big. I can still find you if I spend some time. I think next time I find you , your expression will be very interesting."
Are you bored? While looking for Yuanshi Tianzun and Zhisha Palace Master, while threatening the official walker to have fun, Zhang Yuanqing silently closed the secondary card and stopped replying.
He wanted to delete the Demon Eye King even more, but he also felt that with a good friend around, he could at least control the attitude and movements of the Demon Eye in a disguised form.
Perhaps the method of phone location will be useful someday.
"I can use the divine power of the sun. Not many people know about it. It's a bit bad. There are more and more clues in the magic eye. How long can I hide? The master of the palace is better than me."
Just thinking about it, my mother's text message was long overdue.
It was a photo of a business card with the name, contact information, and company title printed on it.
Mom also wrote Songhai's address on the business card.
Bill Tarantino, head of marketing at Anter Pharmaceuticals.
Ante Pharmaceutical Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer and searched for information about the company online.
After reading it, I was surprised. Ante Pharmaceuticals is a very famous pharmaceutical company abroad, and one of the top ten pharmaceutical giants in the world.
"Mom's career is more prosperous than I imagined." Zhang Yuanqing marked his mobile phone and dialed the number on the business card.
"Toot~"
The bell rang twice, and the other party connected. It was a woman, and the beginning was a string of foreign languages.
Zhang Yuanqing probably understood the meaning, and replied in a foreign language:
"I'm Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarantino."
"Wait a minute, I'll check the appointment." A few seconds later, the female voice replied: "Okay, Mr. Tarantino told you that he has been waiting for you. Sir, please tell us your address, we will send a special car catch."
"No, no, I'll come by myself." Zhang Yuanqing is now very concerned about the confidentiality of his residence information.
"Okay! Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Let Mr. Bill wash up and wait for me? Zhang Yuanqing said: "No need to help, I will go there now."
After finishing the call, he put on his shoes, dug out the suit that Li Dongze had customized for him in the closet, and put it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.
Shichang is particular about elegance and requires his subordinates to wear formal clothes to and from get off work, so he customized a set. Later, because of his outstanding achievements and outstanding achievements, Shichang's bottom line for him became lower and lower.
From preparing happy water in the refrigerator to not needing to wear formal clothes.
And later, when he suspected that he and Guan Ya were preaching in the bathroom, Shi Chang only commented: there is a hotel nearby, and it is not elegant to do things in the unit.
Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in formal attire, quietly left the bedroom, slipped out of the house, took a taxi on the side of the road, and headed for the International Building.
The International Building is one of the landmark buildings in the central CBD of Songhai. Many well-known financial companies are stationed here. Well-known foreign companies also like to open their mainland branch addresses here.
As the bridgehead of overseas capital, Songhai has many similar places, and the International Building is the most famous among them. JrNovels.com