A day ago, Los Angeles, Red Rose Motel-

"Get out, you damn guy! Poor! Unlucky guy! Disgusting Texas!" The fat hotel owner threw the suitcase mercilessly.

The suitcase fell to the ground and opened, and the mess was scattered all over the floor, faded suits, top hats, handkerchiefs, and books on "How to Run a Supermarket" - the books were very old and obviously had been read many times.

As the suitcase was thrown out by the hotel owner, the one who was driven out by the hotel owner was a tall but pale young man - blue eyes, high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, wide shoulders unique to American Texans, and reddish-brown hair.

"Get out, you damn guy! I don't want the rent you owe me - don't let me see you again, otherwise I will definitely catch you in the police station! Damn liar! Damn thief!" The hotel owner seemed very angry. As well, no one was fooled by others, and people would eat and drink for more than a month, but didn't receive a penny, and even paid hundreds of dollars in. They would be so angry.

Alas, God, who made me kind-hearted, who made me soft and believed his rumors? He said that he was a young master in trouble, a young master in a down-and-out manner, and he actually believed it.

The burly young man bent down with a very innate manner and picked up the politeness, bounced the dust on it, put it on his head, then turned around, and politely rushed to the angry hotel owner, saying, "Thank you, dear Mr. Henry, thank you for your generosity and selflessness--even if you don't want to see me again, I will remember you all my life. Yes, you are a good person!" After that, he bowed to the hotel owner.

What could the hotel owner say? He had no choice but to walk back to the hotel and slammed the door.

Seeing that he had closed the door, the burly young man squatted down to clean up the clothes that had fallen to the ground.

Next to him, a gypsy woman dressed up and smoking a cigarette leaned against the trailer with the words "Tarot Card" printed on the fortune teller, squinted at him, and said with a slut, "What's wrong, Jack, have you been driven out again? Do you want to go into my trailer to spend the night? You won't charge you for the night... Anyway, I don't have many customers today, oh god, all those guys who are superstitious about fortune tellers of Tarot Card have died."

"No, dear Martha, I can't stand the kung fu in your bed - I heard that no one who spends the night with you will walk out on the next day without a wall." The burly young man named "Jack" said with a smile. "So many people say you are a gypsy vixen, good at knocking bones and sucking marrow--!"

"Gee!" Martha laughed, laughing so hard that her chest was shaking. "I'm glad to hear you praise like this, dear Jack. Everyone knows that you want to succeed, you want not to be looked down upon, but you lack money and even more lack luck, but maybe I can help you-"

"Can you help me? God, are you laughing?" Jack looked at Martha helplessly and shook his head.

"Don't you believe it? Look, what is this-" As he spoke, he saw the gypsy woman Martha take out an invitation letter from her body, swaying in front of Jack and saying, "This is what a fat guest like a pig forgot about me yesterday. It's an invitation letter. Do you know what it says?"

Jack seems to have no interest.

But Martha was excited, "It said it was inviting the largest home appliance agent in Los Angeles to attend a magical VCD sample meeting - do you know what VCD is? Ahha, you can tell if you look at your appearance." Martha deliberately showed off in front of Jack.

Sure enough, Jack was immediately attracted by this.

As a tycoon who is determined to become the greatest supermarket and department store in the United States, Jack has a strong interest in any novel electrical products, because in his opinion, the more novel the product is, the infinite business opportunities it represents.

Seeing Jack being attracted by his words, Martha couldn't help but show her smugness and said with a smile: "No matter what the hell is this VCD, there is one thing I can be sure of, that is, this is definitely a unique large sample display. Look, the invited agents in Los Angeles are all famous agents, and these are not ordinary people. Moreover, there is also a welfare note here - any VIP who holds a letter to attend the briefing can get a free ticket to Mike Jackson's concert! God, I love Mike so much. He is my idol and my god!"

Who is Jack? He understood as soon as he heard this, "Okay, dear Martha, tell me, what do you want me to do before he can give me this invitation?"

"Hehe, it's very simple. You go to the sample exhibition, and I get the ticket to the Mike concert - you and me, each of you get what you need!"

Jack smiled, stretched out his hand and said to Martha, "Trade!"

...

Hilton Hotel, fifth floor conference room—

"Oh God, my dear, are you here too?"

"Yes, I'll come here to see it, well, what do you mean, it's purely as traveling!"

"So too." At the door, two home appliance agents who were fat and thin, were talking together.

"Did you hear that Song Zhichao?" asked the fat agent.

"A nameless person - I know him here." The thin agent rolled his eyes.

"You're right. We're not here to give him face. We're here to eat and drink and get free tickets."

“Mike’s ticket?”

"certainly!"

"Haha, so do I. If it weren't for that ticket, I would have come to support his press conference."

The two guys smiled unscrupulously, and when the people around him heard this, they would smile with urgency. They were all home appliance agents invited by Song Zhichao from all over Los Angeles.

For them, this "Vanke VCD Instruction Conference" has no meaning at all. Their purpose is to come here for free and eat for free, and finally receive the damn, precious Mike concert tickets.

Seeing that these people didn't respect the meeting at all, they laughed and laughed. Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong, who were arranged by Song Zhichao to take care of the order of the venue, really wanted to press these people to the ground and beat them up. However, what Song Zhichao ordered was to treat everyone with the brightest smile.

If there are any exceptions among these people who want to beat them up when they see them, the conclusion is that there is an agent named Jack, who is very well-educated and polite, not as arrogant as other agents.

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong like this young man with red-brown hair. At least compared to others, this is a very sincere young man who came to participate in the VCD sample briefing.

Gradually, the invited guests were basically almost here, and the time for the product launch was almost here.

Just as Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong were about to close the table at the conference room welcoming, a group of people came in a rush.

Looking around, it is not the boss of Hong Sen, Chinatown Hongmen, who else would it be?

Hun Sen was wearing a Tang suit, with soft cotton shoes and black satin clothes under his feet, which looked particularly shaking. Especially when he was playing with two iron balls in his left hand, he made a collision sound, and it seemed that the person who came was not good.

Surrounding Hun Sen were two men, one was the Hong Ying who Song Zhichao had known before, and the other looked very gentlemanly, and the other was Hun Sen's only son, John Hong.

It would be fine if Hun Sen and his son came forward this time. What surprised Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong was that there was a girl next to them, who was fourteen or five years old and was super beautiful - at least Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong had never seen such a beautiful girl.

"Master Hong, why are you here?"

"Master Hong, it seems that you have no invitation letter!"

Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong hurriedly stopped the group of people.

"Hahaha!" Hun Sen laughed loudly, and the iron ball in his hand made a slap. "What, I can't come without invitation?"

Niu Xiong: "..."

Jin Jiu: "That's not what we meant - you are highly respected, so we welcome you here, but-"

"It's just something, but haven't informed you? Then can I tell you now?" Hun Sen asked with his eyes squinted.

At this time, Hong Ying stood up and pointed at Jin Jiu and Niu Xiong's nose and said, "You don't have any eyes. Who is Mr. Hong? You should be grateful to you for your support. You dare to stop him?"

John Hong also stood up, his tone was tactful, "This time I came here without notice in advance. It may be a bit hasty. Why don't you ask Boss Song and see how he decides?"
Chapter completed!