Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 688 Conditions

  Hans will directly name the Macau team, which is beyond everyone's expectation. After all, the relationship between Country M and China Xia has always been a superficial friendship, and there are countless frictions between the two countries in private competition for resources.

  Hans has never visited China.

  Wu Hua was a jealous spirit at the time. The cigarette he had just stole fell to the ground. When he stood up, he trampled it out with one foot, and then turned his face. He was already a flattering smile like everyone else.

"This is Ambassador Hans. I really admire my name for a long time. Thank you for paying attention to our student art team in Macau. This is a member of the student council of our Elite High School and the student with the highest grades." Wu Hua changed to English. , The tongue is more agile, a few words not only flattered but also introduced the identity by the way.

"High School of Excellence, I have heard a little, it is indeed an excellent team." As an excellent diplomat, Hans can do so even if he has never heard of the name, it is absolutely impossible to see, even I can also talk about the actual content in a simple way. "I have always admired Chinese culture. I saw an ancient Chinese calligraphy and painting at the auction some time ago. I was attracted by the calligraphy above. Recently, I am also very interested in this aspect. "

  This is a foreigner who doesn’t understand the process of return.

Wu Hua murmured inwardly, but the smile on her face became more sincere and eager, "It is a rare ambassador to like it. It is an honor for our Elite High School to have the opportunity to promote my Chinese culture. If the ambassador does not dislike it, I will prepare it for you. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone for students to show on the spot."

  Since you are on the exhibition stand, you should always be ready to exhibit art for your guests, and sometimes also compete in the same arena.

  But Huo Junsen didn't expect that what he will show today is calligraphy.

  I caught a glimpse of Wu Huashi's wink. It was obvious that he was fooling twice, but this did not conform to his rigorous style of doing things.

   "Mr. Hans, most of our group is specializing in painting and musical instruments. Calligraphy only knows a little about the fur. If you don't do it well, please forgive me."

  He simply pointed out the situation, and did not want to use sloppy techniques to tarnish the quintessence of the country.

  This kind of frankness was appreciated by Hans, and he expressed his interest in seeing the students' works.

  The team members prepared just now went to the field to rub the ink and spread the rice paper. When the ink scent diffused, a breath from the mysterious East made everyone eagerly awaited.

"China has a history of 5,000 years of heritage, and writing is one of the oldest civilizations. I have always felt that there are many secrets in writing. After Macao's return, the economy has also developed by leaps and bounds in recent years." Hans watched as he watched. The student's writing, while talking with Wu Hua next to him.

   "Yes, the people of Macau a few decades ago would never have imagined the brilliance of today." Wu Hua also didn't know the other party's intentions, and the satisfactory answer made Qin Qing sitting behind laugh.

  Due to the angle, Hans did not see her, but she could clearly hear the conversation between the two.

   "I heard that Macau has succeeded the new gambling king. He is still very young. I wonder if the teacher has seen it before?"

  When he heard this sentence, Qin Qing already knew the other party's intention to find the talent.

"Mr. Hans joked. The king of gambling is the most famous person in Macau. Everyone has heard of this name, but it is not easy to meet the king of gambling." Wu Hua laughed at the fake foreign devil's whimsical thinking. When the king of gambling is on the street Chinese cabbage wants to meet, but the face is serious, "However, the new gambling king has been sick and recuperating after the big game. We haven't participated in any interviews, and we can't see it."

  Even the video from the time the competition started is rarely given close-up shots, and nowadays there is not a single photo circulated on the Internet.

  "Are you sick?" Hans seemed to be brooding about the answer, with a hint of worry on his mature and Ying Ting face.

  At this time, the copybook was just completed, and everyone gathered around to appreciate it, admiring them, regardless of good or bad. On some occasions, atmosphere and compliments are sometimes far better than others. All they have to do at this time is to make Hans happy and make a good impression.

  Huo Junsen was extremely intolerant of this kind of bureaucratic perfunctory, and stood on the side in silence with his lips pressed.

   "Mr. Hans, this student's work is not very mature yet, so feel free to take a look at it." Wu Hua glanced at the copybook and didn't know the pros and cons. He smashed his mouth and said vaguely.

   Hans nodded slightly, walked to the table politely, and looked at the pen and ink on the rice paper on the case. The poems outlined in the authentic lower case horizontally and vertically are like printed materials, neat and tidy, but without aura.

   "Is this the best level in the team?" Hans groaned, and then asked.

  As soon as these words came out, the crowd who had just been full of admiration fell silent, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on their faces.

   "This is because our students are lacking in knowledge." Wu Hua bowed his head to apologize, and couldn't tell whether it was down or fortunate.

   Hans shook his head, and said politely: "This is just a whim of mine, I hope I will have a chance to cooperate again next time."

  The implication is that it has no intention of choosing the team from Macau.

  Huo Junsen did not expect that his first failure would be lost in calligraphy. Looking at the sights cast around him or gloating or pitying, the young man's chest seemed to be burning with fire, making him slowly clenched his fists.

  "President, are you not reconciled?" At this moment, a soft and sweet female voice came from the side, with a slight smile, which was a little bit of added fuel to the fire.

  Huo Junsen quickly withdrew his emotions, without even turning the corners of his eyes, he calmly said: "Skills are not as good as people, go back and add another training program."

  Next time, he will not fall in the same place.

  Is a child of aristocratic background, no matter how well-measured it is, it is still difficult to get rid of the arrogant nature. This defeat finally hit him.

  And Qin Qing grasped this very well, and said quietly with her hands behind her back: "If I help the talents find a place, can you promise me a condition?"

What? Huo Junsen furrowed his eyebrows, lowered his gaze to look at the girl, his eyes were already stained with icy cold, "What do you want?"

   "Don't be nervous." Qin Qing raised her head, revealing a pale and immature face, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth, "I just want you to help me heal a person."

  She knew that the Huo family would not take action easily, so she could only use the opportunity to raise conditions.

  And this also made Huo Junsen's face ease, and he relaxed his vigilance, "As long as you can do it, I can promise you."

  This standard is recognized by Hans.

  Received the promise, Qin Qing turned the corner of her mouth, turned her head and walked forward to the table, "Mr. Hans stayed, I also practiced some calligraphy, so let me try."

Hans, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard the words and turned his head abruptly.

   "Miss Qin?!"

  (End of this chapter)