Chapter 1959: 1959
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The old man turned his back to Yang Bo, his white hair was a little yellow, and he was leaning on a crutch. Looking from behind, he had a big waist and a lot of fat on his arm.
It was not until the housekeeper opened his mouth that the old man turned and looked over.
In the face of Branson, the other person's face looks more aging, with deep wrinkles, baggy eyes, and many age spots on his body. According to the information, Mr. Branson is 95 years old this year.
Yang Bo said, "Branson, speak first!"
Branson stares at Yang Bo, with a dull look on his face, and his voice is hoarse and powerless. "Hello, Mr. Yang! Please sit down
Yang Bo smiles, nods and sits down.
The housekeeper soon brought tea and put it on the side of the crowd.
Branson picked up the tea. He looked up at Yang Bo. "Mr. Yang, I heard you brought me something good?"
Yang Bo looked at each other with a smile, "yes, I brought you something good."
Branson looked at Yang Bo and fan Changhua again. He said to the housekeeper, "Tom, take this gentleman to the next room and have a warm reception."
The housekeeper rushed forward and asked fan Changhua to follow him.
Fan Changhua was stunned. He couldn't help looking at Yang Bo. He knew the history of the Branson family very well. However, Yang Bo and the other party seemed to have a private transaction, and they didn't want to be heard by him. Was this a shady deal?
If it's a serious deal, Yang Bo should ask him to stay now!
Yang Bo said with a smile, "Changhua, you go to sit next door with the housekeeper. I want to talk to Mr. Branson alone."
Fan Changhua stares at Yang Bo and wants to find out from Yang Bo's expression, but he is disappointed. Yang Bo's expression is gentle and there is no change at all.
Fan Changhua had no choice but to stand up and follow the housekeeper out.
For a moment, the living room is really quiet. Branson stares at Yang Bo, and his eyes change slightly. "Mr. Yang, I heard you brought some medicine that can prolong your life?"
Because Branson was too old, his voice was low and slow, and he even couldn't pronounce clearly. Fortunately, Yang Bo's English level was not bad, but he could understand it carefully.
Yang Bo nodded. "Mr. Branson, I don't think it's useless for me to talk too much."
Branson didn't quite understand what Yang Bo meant. Then he saw that Yang Bo had stood up and took out a blue and white porcelain vase the size of a palm in his arms. He looked at each other suspiciously and didn't know what Yang Bo meant?
Yang Bo opened the lid of the wine bottle, and the room was filled with a strong aroma of wine. He went to Branson's side, poured a drop of medicinal wine into his teacup, and then put the pot away.
In Branson's suspicious eyes, Yang Bo reached out and made a gesture of please.
Branson stares at the teacup next to him and looks at Yang Bo in surprise
Yang Bo said with a smile, "you can have a taste. I think we still have room for negotiation after we have tasted it. After all, no matter how much I say, it will be useless if there is no effect!"
Branson hesitated, his hand on the handle of the teacup, did not move.
Yang Bo said with a smile, "does Mr. Branson suspect that I am poisoning? This is your manor castle. The housekeeper is outside. If I am poisoned, can I escape? Besides, how old are you and how old I am? Can I poison you
Branson stares at Yang Bo. Without saying much, he picks up the cup and his eyes are slightly firmer. The older he is, the less daring he is and the more he is afraid of death. If he was young, he would not hesitate to carry it up!
In the fragrance of tea, with a trace of wine fragrance, Branson's taste organs have been greatly degraded, can only feel a light taste, tea down the throat.
Branson felt a scalding heat in his chest and into his stomach. The scalding feeling immediately spread to his whole body, as if he were soaking in a hot spring!
Then, Branson lost his crutch, he gently raised his hand, feeling that his arm had been weak, suddenly burst out the feeling of strength, this long lost feeling, let him instantly spirit shock!
Branson stares at Yang Bo, his face is full of fright. What is this and why does it have such an effect?
Yang Bo smiles. "Mr. Branson, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
After drinking the diluted liquid, Branson's voice became loud and clear. "Mr. Yang, what kind of medicine is this? Can there be any side effects?"
Yang Bo said with a smile: "I contacted Mr. Branson through the Li family of the Hong Kong government. Mr. Branson must have known about these issues. It's a kind of medicinal wine. As for whether there are side effects, I'll explain it, rather than prove it by time."
As he spoke, Yang Bo stood up and said, "Mr. Branson, that's all for today. You can come to me two days later."
Branson then stood up. "Mr. Yang, please take your time."
Yang Bo didn't hesitate. He turned around and left. He just needed to give Branson a little time. The other party would surely understand the power of medicinal wine!Out of the living room, fanchanghua is sitting in the side of the hall, Yang Bo looks at each other, "we go back first!"
Fan Changhua is in charge of the housekeeper, but the Butler is too strict to get the information from the treasure house of Branson family through the housekeeper. He even got no news.
Fan Changhua heard Yang Bo's voice, suddenly stunned, this is a long time of Kung Fu, a cup of tea can not be drunk, this left?
Fanchanghua stood up almost instinctively, and he took out a card and handed it to the housekeeper, "Mr. Tom, if you need it, you can contact me."
After all, he just got up in a hurry and left with Yang Bo.
On the way, fanchanghua suddenly got a little happy. No matter how loud Yang Bo blew his words, he also failed to return to the defeat!
Back in the hotel, Yang Bo didn't talk about it much. Mei Chaoning talked to him. When he saw Yang Bo, he didn't talk much about it, and he didn't ask more.
However, the small team soon heard that Yang Bo had too low negotiation level. After all, the visit time of their visit was too short. If they could not communicate deeply, how could they make a good relationship with Mr. Branson?
It seems to all that this trip to England is a complete failure. After all, Branson is not sure. How can we continue to negotiate?
We also began to pack up, waiting for meichaoning to report on, once the domestic response, we can return home.
Two days passed by. We sat in the restaurant on the first floor in the morning waiting for the news. The team translator looked at fan Changhua and asked, "Changhua, did Professor Mei's report be submitted?"? When can I get the approval! "
Fan Changhua changed his face slightly, and he shook his head and said, "no, I went to ask the teacher yesterday, he didn't deliver it, but, it was very fast, just send an email!"
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The old man turned his back to Yang Bo, his white hair was a little yellow, and he was leaning on a crutch. Looking from behind, he had a big waist and a lot of fat on his arm.
It was not until the housekeeper opened his mouth that the old man turned and looked over.
In the face of Branson, the other person's face looks more aging, with deep wrinkles, baggy eyes, and many age spots on his body. According to the information, Mr. Branson is 95 years old this year.
Yang Bo said, "Branson, speak first!"
Branson stares at Yang Bo, with a dull look on his face, and his voice is hoarse and powerless. "Hello, Mr. Yang! Please sit down
Yang Bo smiles, nods and sits down.
The housekeeper soon brought tea and put it on the side of the crowd.
Branson picked up the tea. He looked up at Yang Bo. "Mr. Yang, I heard you brought me something good?"
Yang Bo looked at each other with a smile, "yes, I brought you something good."
Branson looked at Yang Bo and fan Changhua again. He said to the housekeeper, "Tom, take this gentleman to the next room and have a warm reception."
The housekeeper rushed forward and asked fan Changhua to follow him.
Fan Changhua was stunned. He couldn't help looking at Yang Bo. He knew the history of the Branson family very well. However, Yang Bo and the other party seemed to have a private transaction, and they didn't want to be heard by him. Was this a shady deal?
If it's a serious deal, Yang Bo should ask him to stay now!
Yang Bo said with a smile, "Changhua, you go to sit next door with the housekeeper. I want to talk to Mr. Branson alone."
Fan Changhua stares at Yang Bo and wants to find out from Yang Bo's expression, but he is disappointed. Yang Bo's expression is gentle and there is no change at all.
Fan Changhua had no choice but to stand up and follow the housekeeper out.
For a moment, the living room is really quiet. Branson stares at Yang Bo, and his eyes change slightly. "Mr. Yang, I heard you brought some medicine that can prolong your life?"
Because Branson was too old, his voice was low and slow, and he even couldn't pronounce clearly. Fortunately, Yang Bo's English level was not bad, but he could understand it carefully.
Yang Bo nodded. "Mr. Branson, I don't think it's useless for me to talk too much."
Branson didn't quite understand what Yang Bo meant. Then he saw that Yang Bo had stood up and took out a blue and white porcelain vase the size of a palm in his arms. He looked at each other suspiciously and didn't know what Yang Bo meant?
Yang Bo opened the lid of the wine bottle, and the room was filled with a strong aroma of wine. He went to Branson's side, poured a drop of medicinal wine into his teacup, and then put the pot away.
In Branson's suspicious eyes, Yang Bo reached out and made a gesture of please.
Branson stares at the teacup next to him and looks at Yang Bo in surprise
Yang Bo said with a smile, "you can have a taste. I think we still have room for negotiation after we have tasted it. After all, no matter how much I say, it will be useless if there is no effect!"
Branson hesitated, his hand on the handle of the teacup, did not move.
Yang Bo said with a smile, "does Mr. Branson suspect that I am poisoning? This is your manor castle. The housekeeper is outside. If I am poisoned, can I escape? Besides, how old are you and how old I am? Can I poison you
Branson stares at Yang Bo. Without saying much, he picks up the cup and his eyes are slightly firmer. The older he is, the less daring he is and the more he is afraid of death. If he was young, he would not hesitate to carry it up!
In the fragrance of tea, with a trace of wine fragrance, Branson's taste organs have been greatly degraded, can only feel a light taste, tea down the throat.
Branson felt a scalding heat in his chest and into his stomach. The scalding feeling immediately spread to his whole body, as if he were soaking in a hot spring!
Then, Branson lost his crutch, he gently raised his hand, feeling that his arm had been weak, suddenly burst out the feeling of strength, this long lost feeling, let him instantly spirit shock!
Branson stares at Yang Bo, his face is full of fright. What is this and why does it have such an effect?
Yang Bo smiles. "Mr. Branson, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
After drinking the diluted liquid, Branson's voice became loud and clear. "Mr. Yang, what kind of medicine is this? Can there be any side effects?"
Yang Bo said with a smile: "I contacted Mr. Branson through the Li family of the Hong Kong government. Mr. Branson must have known about these issues. It's a kind of medicinal wine. As for whether there are side effects, I'll explain it, rather than prove it by time."
As he spoke, Yang Bo stood up and said, "Mr. Branson, that's all for today. You can come to me two days later."
Branson then stood up. "Mr. Yang, please take your time."
Yang Bo didn't hesitate. He turned around and left. He just needed to give Branson a little time. The other party would surely understand the power of medicinal wine!Out of the living room, fanchanghua is sitting in the side of the hall, Yang Bo looks at each other, "we go back first!"
Fan Changhua is in charge of the housekeeper, but the Butler is too strict to get the information from the treasure house of Branson family through the housekeeper. He even got no news.
Fan Changhua heard Yang Bo's voice, suddenly stunned, this is a long time of Kung Fu, a cup of tea can not be drunk, this left?
Fanchanghua stood up almost instinctively, and he took out a card and handed it to the housekeeper, "Mr. Tom, if you need it, you can contact me."
After all, he just got up in a hurry and left with Yang Bo.
On the way, fanchanghua suddenly got a little happy. No matter how loud Yang Bo blew his words, he also failed to return to the defeat!
Back in the hotel, Yang Bo didn't talk about it much. Mei Chaoning talked to him. When he saw Yang Bo, he didn't talk much about it, and he didn't ask more.
However, the small team soon heard that Yang Bo had too low negotiation level. After all, the visit time of their visit was too short. If they could not communicate deeply, how could they make a good relationship with Mr. Branson?
It seems to all that this trip to England is a complete failure. After all, Branson is not sure. How can we continue to negotiate?
We also began to pack up, waiting for meichaoning to report on, once the domestic response, we can return home.
Two days passed by. We sat in the restaurant on the first floor in the morning waiting for the news. The team translator looked at fan Changhua and asked, "Changhua, did Professor Mei's report be submitted?"? When can I get the approval! "
Fan Changhua changed his face slightly, and he shook his head and said, "no, I went to ask the teacher yesterday, he didn't deliver it, but, it was very fast, just send an email!"
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The old man turned his back to Yang Bo, his white hair was a little yellow, and he was leaning on a crutch. Looking from behind, he had a big waist and a lot of fat on his arm. It was not until the housekeeper opened his mouth that the old man turned and looked over. In the face of Branson, the other person's face looks more aging, with deep wrinkles, baggy eyes, and many age spots on his body. According to the information, Mr. Branson is 95 years old this year. Yang Bo said, "Branson, speak first!" Branson stares at Yang Bo, with a dull look on his face, and his voice is hoarse and powerless. "Hello, Mr. Yang! Please sit down Yang Bo smiles, nods and sits down. The housekeeper soon brought tea and put it on the side of the crowd. Branson picked up the tea. He looked up at Yang Bo. "Mr. Yang, I heard you brought me something good?" Yang Bo looked at each other with a smile, "yes, I brought you something good." Branson looked at Yang Bo and fan Changhua again. He said to the housekeeper, "Tom, take this gentleman to the next room and have a warm reception." The housekeeper rushed forward and asked fan Changhua to follow him. Fan Changhua was stunned. He couldn't help looking at Yang Bo. He knew the history of the Branson family very well. However, Yang Bo and the other party seemed to have a private transaction, and they didn't want to be heard by him. Was this a shady deal? If it's a serious deal, Yang Bo should ask him to stay now! Yang Bo said with a smile, "Changhua, you go to sit next door with the housekeeper. I want to talk to Mr. Branson alone." Fan Changhua stares at Yang Bo and wants to find out from Yang Bo's expression, but he is disappointed. Yang Bo's expression is gentle and there is no change at all. Fan Changhua had no choice but to stand up and follow the housekeeper out. For a moment, the living room is really quiet. Branson stares at Yang Bo, and his eyes change slightly. "Mr. Yang, I heard you brought some medicine that can prolong your life?" Because Branson was too old, his voice was low and slow, and he even couldn't pronounce clearly. Fortunately, Yang Bo's English level was not bad, but he could understand it carefully. Yang Bo nodded. "Mr. Branson, I don't think it's useless for me to talk too much." Branson didn't quite understand what Yang Bo meant. Then he saw that Yang Bo had stood up and took out a blue and white porcelain vase the size of a palm in his arms. He looked at each other suspiciously and didn't know what Yang Bo meant? Yang Bo opened the lid of the wine bottle, and the room was filled with a strong aroma of wine. He went to Branson's side, poured a drop of medicinal wine into his teacup, and then put the pot away. In Branson's suspicious eyes, Yang Bo reached out and made a gesture of please. Branson stares at the teacup next to him and looks at Yang Bo in surprise Yang Bo said with a smile, "you can have a taste. I think we still have room for negotiation after we have tasted it. After all, no matter how much I say, it will be useless if there is no effect!" Branson hesitated, his hand on the handle of the teacup, did not move. Yang Bo said with a smile, "does Mr. Branson suspect that I am poisoning? This is your manor castle. The housekeeper is outside. If I am poisoned, can I escape? Besides, how old are you and how old I am? Can I poison you Branson stares at Yang Bo. Without saying much, he picks up the cup and his eyes are slightly firmer. The older he is, the less daring he is and the more he is afraid of death. If he was young, he would not hesitate to carry it up! In the fragrance of tea, with a trace of wine fragrance, Branson's taste organs have been greatly degraded, can only feel a light taste, tea down the throat. Branson felt a scalding heat in his chest and into his stomach. The scalding feeling immediately spread to his whole body, as if he were soaking in a hot spring! Then, Branson lost his crutch, he gently raised his hand, feeling that his arm had been weak, suddenly burst out the feeling of strength, this long lost feeling, let him instantly spirit shock! Branson stares at Yang Bo, his face is full of fright. What is this and why does it have such an effect? Yang Bo smiles. "Mr. Branson, I didn't lie to you, did I?" After drinking the diluted liquid, Branson's voice became loud and clear. "Mr. Yang, what kind of medicine is this? Can there be any side effects?" Yang Bo said with a smile: "I contacted Mr. Branson through the Li family of the Hong Kong government. Mr. Branson must have known about these issues. It's a kind of medicinal wine. As for whether there are side effects, I'll explain it, rather than prove it by time." As he spoke, Yang Bo stood up and said, "Mr. Branson, that's all for today. You can come to me two days later." Branson then stood up. "Mr. Yang, please take your time." Yang Bo didn't hesitate. He turned around and left. He just needed to give Branson a little time. The other party would surely understand the power of medicinal wine!Out of the living room, fanchanghua is sitting in the side of the hall, Yang Bo looks at each other, "we go back first!" Fan Changhua is in charge of the housekeeper, but the Butler is too strict to get the information from the treasure house of Branson family through the housekeeper. He even got no news. Fan Changhua heard Yang Bo's voice, suddenly stunned, this is a long time of Kung Fu, a cup of tea can not be drunk, this left? Fanchanghua stood up almost instinctively, and he took out a card and handed it to the housekeeper, "Mr. Tom, if you need it, you can contact me." After all, he just got up in a hurry and left with Yang Bo. On the way, fanchanghua suddenly got a little happy. No matter how loud Yang Bo blew his words, he also failed to return to the defeat! Back in the hotel, Yang Bo didn't talk about it much. Mei Chaoning talked to him. When he saw Yang Bo, he didn't talk much about it, and he didn't ask more. However, the small team soon heard that Yang Bo had too low negotiation level. After all, the visit time of their visit was too short. If they could not communicate deeply, how could they make a good relationship with Mr. Branson? It seems to all that this trip to England is a complete failure. After all, Branson is not sure. How can we continue to negotiate? We also began to pack up, waiting for meichaoning to report on, once the domestic response, we can return home. Two days passed by. We sat in the restaurant on the first floor in the morning waiting for the news. The team translator looked at fan Changhua and asked, "Changhua, did Professor Mei's report be submitted?"? When can I get the approval! " Fan Changhua changed his face slightly, and he shook his head and said, "no, I went to ask the teacher yesterday, he didn't deliver it, but, it was very fast, just send an email!" www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
