Today we can meet?

Zhang Yuanqing was excited and said, "He's in Songhai? Give me his contact information and address."

Zhang's mother replied, "I'll send you a text message later. That gentleman is a very successful businessman abroad and an important business partner for me. Pay attention to your words and actions when you meet him. You should be good at this."

She was very confident in her son's social skills.

"I know, my foreign language skills are pretty good," Zhang Yuanqing said.

His mother had some free time today and didn't end the call immediately. She said, "I heard from your grandmother that you've been staying up late playing games with Yuer every day recently. This will affect your studies."

"What's the use of studying? The teachers won't teach me how to strategize in the spirit world," Zhang Yuanqing said. "Don't listen to Grandma exaggerating. I only play games with my cousin on weekends. The rest of the time, I play alone."

Zhang's mother sighed and said, "Your grandmother means that you shouldn't always hang out with Yuer on weekends. She should find a boyfriend and not focus all her energy on you. You're about the same age and both at the age to start dating. It's not good to always be together."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly became annoyed. "If you want to lecture me, talk to me when I get back. I'm hanging up now. I have to go out for class."

He forcefully hung up on his mother.

"Grandma, why did you go and tell my mom again? Can't we have this kind of family relationship anymore? I want to cut ties with you," Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed and complained loudly.

The bedroom door opened, and Grandma stood there with a broom, looking at him coldly. "What did you say?"

"I love Grandma the most. Grandma is better than my mom. I want to be your son," Zhang Yuanqing was flexible.

Grandma snorted and slammed the door shut.

Zhang Yuanqing pursed his lips, glanced at his phone, and saw that his mother's text message had not been sent. He got up and sat down at the table, opened his phone, logged into the official database, and searched for Chi Yue'an.

A few seconds later, the relevant resume of this person was clearly presented in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

His current authority and the majority of the deacon's information at the Songhai branch could be found, except for Fu Qingyang, who had a noble status.

Chi Yue'an was originally the son-in-law of the Zhu family. The Zhu family was one of the two major musician families. Because musicians were good at conserving and producing the original fluid of life, the three musician families were often referred to as the "three families of life."

When Chi Yue'an joined the Five Elements Alliance, he was only a level 2 fire master. With the support of the Zhu family, his level rose step by step, and his position also rose from a regular member to captain, and then to deacon.

His signature props were the Ganlin Armor and the Red Flame Divine Weapon. The former was a high-level prop for the musician profession, and the latter was a prop for the fire master profession.

"He has been a saint for over a year. He has experienced solo instances four or five times and group instances more than a dozen times. Even if there were wins and losses, the experience points accumulated were almost the same, close to level 5. It was wise not to entangle with him last night and to escape using charm," Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

Regardless of props, there was a big difference between level 4 and level 4. The gap between saints and transcendent was even more absurd.

This Kou Beiyue guy probably had one or two aces up his sleeve, which was why he dared to attack a saint.

But he still failed.

Zhang Yuanqing secretly decided to investigate privately, then submit the evidence collected to Fu Qingyang. It would be best not to expose himself, otherwise, there would be endless trouble in making an enemy of a deacon.

And there was also the Zhu family behind him.

"Ding!"

The phone made a short, crisp notification sound, and Zhang Yuanqing's gaze left the computer. He picked up the phone to check the message.

Demon Eye King: Did you purify my mark?

Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingled for a moment, and he replied with a feigned calmness, "Is there a problem?"

I should have Wang Tai lock onto his location immediately.

The five elders rushed up, afraid that he had a plan. Could it be that the other demon kings of the Stop Killing Palace also came?

Demon Eye King: The power of the sun is not something that a transcendent night walker can control. I had someone check on Yuan Ting. He was called to the capital recently, and there are videos of him being tortured every day on the official forum of the Taiyi Gate. You are not him!

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked, almost throwing his phone away. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Who are you? Why are you acting so strange?"

Demon Eye King: "Heh, in the past few days, the trouble I caused in Songhai, as a level 3 night walker, you shouldn't be clueless. Are you pretending not to know me? Hmm, there shouldn't be too many night walkers in Songhai who can use the power of the sun. It's not difficult to find out your identity. Unless you've never used this ability before."

"Whatever," Zhang Yuanqing replied firmly.

"Heh, has anyone told you that my demon eye can find spirit world travelers? Although Songhai is big, the Kangyang area is not. I'll spend some time, and I'll find you. I think your expression will be interesting when I find you next time."

"Are you bored? Looking for the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign and the head of the Stop Killing Palace on one hand, and threatening official travelers to have fun on the other," Zhang Yuanqing quietly closed the secondary card and stopped replying.

He wanted to delete the Demon Eye King, but he also felt that having a good friend could indirectly control the Demon Eye King's attitude and movements.

Perhaps the method of phone positioning would be useful one day.

"The fact that I can use the power of the sun is probably not known to many people. It's a bit bad. There are more and more clues about the Demon Eye. How long can I hide? The head of the Stop Killing Palace can hide better than me."

As he was thinking, his mother's text message finally arrived.

It was a photo of a business card, with the name, contact information, and company position on it. His mother also wrote down an address in Songhai on the business card.

Bill Tarentino, Market Department Manager of Ante Pharmaceutical Company.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his computer and searched for information about this company online.

After reading it, he was surprised. Ante Pharmaceutical was a very famous pharmaceutical company abroad, ranking in the top ten globally in the pharmaceutical industry.

"Mom's career is even more successful than I thought," Zhang Yuanqing noted the phone number and dialed the number on the business card.

"Dudu~"

The phone rang twice, and the call was answered. It was a woman, and she immediately spoke in a foreign language.

Zhang Yuanqing probably understood the meaning and replied in a foreign language, "I'm Chen Shu's son, looking for Mr. Tarentino.""Wait a moment, let me check the appointment." After a few seconds, a female voice replied, "Okay, Mr. Tarantino has instructed that he has been waiting for you. Sir, can you please provide your address so we can send a car to pick you up?"

"No, it's okay. I'll come by myself." Zhang Yuanqing is now very concerned about keeping his living information confidential.

"Okay! Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Can Mr. Bill be ready to meet me?" Zhang Yuanqing said, "No need for help, I'm going over now."

After ending the call, he put on his shoes and pulled out the custom-made suit that Li Dongze had made for him from the closet, and put it on in front of the full-length mirror by the window.

As the elegant captain, he demanded that his subordinates must dress appropriately for work, so he had a suit custom-made for him. Later, because of his outstanding achievements, the captain's bottom line for him became lower and lower.

From preparing happy water from the refrigerator to not needing to wear a suit.

And later, when he suspected that he and Guan Ya were having an affair in the bathroom, the captain only commented, "There is a hotel nearby. It's very inappropriate to do things in the office."

Zhang Yuanqing, dressed in a suit, quietly left the bedroom, slipped out of the house, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and headed to the International Building.

The International Building is one of the iconic buildings in the central CBD area of Songhai. Many well-known financial companies are stationed here, and foreign companies also like to have their mainland branch addresses here.

Songhai serves as a bridgehead for foreign capital, and there are many similar places. The International Building is the most famous among them.

At this moment, it was the peak of the workday. The suit-and-tie career elites, in groups, crossed the street, rushing to various office buildings.

The crowded people and congested traffic are a sight in the CBD area of Songhai.

The vast majority of these office workers cannot afford to rent a house in the CBD area. They need to take the subway for more than 40 minutes every day to get to work. The first thing they do when they wake up is not to have breakfast, but to rush to the subway to make sure they are not late for work.

Their pace of life is very fast, so fast that a rare beauty like Zhang Yuanqing is not even worth a glance from the older women. Their attention is all on the traffic lights.

When the green light comes on, they quickly cross the pedestrian crossing without daring to stop for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing followed this group of office workers, crossed the street, arrived at the International Building, and then dialed Bill Tarantino's number.

"You need to swipe your employee card to enter the building. I can't go up," he said in not very standard English.

"Wait a moment."

A few minutes later, a man in a light blue suit and white shirt walked out of the building, circled around, and said loudly, "That's Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand, "Here."

The man in the suit glanced at him and showed a warm smile, "I'm Mr. Tarantino's assistant. Let me take you downstairs."

The two of them waited downstairs for a long time before squeezing into an elevator. The man in the suit raised his hand to protect Zhang Yuanqing and made some space for him, apologizing, "Sorry, there are just so many people at this time."

Zhang Yuanqing was not yet at the age to apply for a job, and had never been to such a place. He nodded reservedly without expressing any opinion.

The elevator stopped on the 37th floor, and he followed the man in the suit out of the car.

The entire 37th floor is the office of Ante Pharmaceutical. The man in the suit led him to the marketing department and said to the receptionist, "Annie's client has arrived. Please inform her."

The receptionist nodded slightly, picked up the phone to report, and soon, a tall, slender woman in a white shirt and skirt walked out from the inside.

She was about thirty years old, with her golden hair loose, and her azure eyes were like the sea, rippling with charming spring feelings. Her delicate features were three-dimensional, making her a very charming beauty.

As she walked towards him, it was as if a spring breeze was blowing, with a temptation that made the male employees in the office stare at her foolishly.

The foreign woman looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down a few times, smiled, and extended her hand, speaking fluent Chinese, "Hello, I'm Annie. You are younger than I imagined."

"Hello, hello!" Zhang Yuanqing shook her hand and couldn't help but praise, "Your Chinese is better than I imagined."

Upon hearing this, Annie showed a proud smile, "Chinese is difficult to learn, but I mastered it in just three years."

She did not pull back her hand, allowing this young man to flirt with her, and her smile became even more charming.

"Oh my god, you are truly a woman favored by God. Your language talent amazes me. Unlike me, who has been learning foreign languages for half a lifetime, my pronunciation is still not standard, but I really studied hard, I swear," Zhang Yuanqing said.

Annie was taken aback for a moment and said, "I can have a normal conversation. You don't have to speak English-style Chinese to me."

"Oh, gOd, that's great," Zhang Yuanqing said happily.

Annie forced a smile and said, "Follow me, Mr. Tarantino."

Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly let go of her hand and followed the female assistant into the office. During this process, his gaze seemed to lose control and was magnetically attracted to Annie's buttocks.

The round buttocks wrapped in the skirt were like peaches, like a full moon, bringing about a hormonal stir.

This woman...

Before long, the two of them stopped at the office of the department head. Annie knocked on the brown wooden door and said in English, "Mr. Tarantino, your guest has arrived."

A rich male voice came from the office, "Come in!"

Annie opened the office door and led Zhang Yuanqing inside. The office was decorated in an extremely luxurious manner. On the right was a solid wood office desk, and a striped flag was hung in the right corner.

On the left was the reception area, with soft sofas, glass coffee tables, a wine cabinet, and so on.

Sitting in front of the solid wood office desk was a foreign man in a light-colored casual suit, with light brown short hair, three-dimensional facial features, and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

His deep and calm eyes revealed the vicissitudes of having experienced too many things, making him a mature and tasteful middle-aged man.

Bill Tarantino slowly got up, walked towards the guest sofa, and smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Zhang. Do you need my assistant to prepare breakfast for you?"

"Thank you." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and declined, sitting down on the soft sofa. Bill Tarantino sat down opposite him and said gently,"My mother and I are close business partners; she's a very capable and assertive woman. I admire her, but she also gives me a headache because she's always so aggressive at the negotiation table.

But she has one advantage: she's highly efficient, never engaging in false pleasantries or annoying social obligations, a quality I've found lacking in many mainland businessmen."

"She probably just wants to make money off you foreigners as quickly as possible, after all, she's a workaholic who thinks even attending parent-teacher meetings for her son is inefficient." Zhang Yuanqing silently criticized his mother, but a smile appeared on his face as he said, "Tarantino, thank you for your compliments. Like my mother, I despise inefficient communication. Do you know the purpose of my visit today?" Bill Tarantino leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, hands folded over his abdomen, and said:

"Are you talking about the pill that treats your headaches?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded:

"I'm curious about what this medicine is. Aside from Ante Pharmaceuticals, I can't buy it anywhere else, nor can I find any information about it. My mother said it's a new drug developed by your company, but frankly, that doesn't convince me. Developing new drugs requires a high cost, and a rare disease that isn't widespread won't bring in huge profits."

Bill Tarantino thought for a few seconds and said:

"You're right, this drug wasn't developed for that purpose; it just happens to alleviate your headaches. The drug we developed is for all issues related to the soul, repairing the trauma suffered by the soul. Sorry, my description is a bit off, let me correct that, it's for the psyche. In Chinese, the word 'psyche' is more appropriate."

For the trauma suffered by the soul.

Zhang Yuanqing fell silent.

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