The Entrepreneurial Cafe is still the same, located in the downtown area, but it is very quiet and seems to be far away from the bustling city. The proprietress is still elegant and charming, and never asks where customers come from. The guy at the bar is kind and quiet, but he seems to see everything in his eyes.
Feng Chen's distress did not make them wait for Mu Hanxia, and the coffee they provided was still warm and sweet. But Mu Hanxia waited here for two days, but no target person appeared.
In retrospect, the path Lao Fang pointed has been very clear: new faces, foreign businessmen, hidden in the city, even beyond the imagination of a company like Banyan Yue. But Lao Fang also made it very clear - whether she can win this angel investor depends on her. Difficulty is not small.
Mu Hanxia sat in the frequent booth, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.
These two days, she is not completely in vain. During the period, I also took the plan and talked with some people. Some people have expressed interest, but there has been very little real progress.
"Ding dong", the wind chime at the door rang. Mu Hanxia raised her head habitually, but she saw the proprietress behind the bar and suddenly glanced at her.
Mu Hanxia's heart moved slightly. Suddenly there was a strange intuition, the person who came was the person she was waiting for.
Although she never mentioned her intentions to the proprietress, even though the proprietress didn't ask anything these days. But Mu Hanxia now understands that in this world, those who are transparent and skilled are far beyond her imagination. In her life, she still has a long way to learn and go.
She looked at the door, slightly startled.
Is... this person
He was indeed a foreigner, with gray hair, a thin body, and a pointed and thin face, probably in his fifties. However, he was wearing a very old coat with rough edges. The jeans were also washed white. The sneakers were also worn and worn, and there was even duct tape in one place.
Mu Hanxia silently watched him walk in, sat down not far away, and asked for a cup of coffee and a sandwich in authentic English.
"Hi, Bert (Bert)!" The proprietress brought coffee herself and greeted him with a smile.
Mu Hanxia has been watching quietly.
Probably aware of her gaze, the old Bert also raised his head and glanced at her. Mu Hanxia immediately put on a sweet smile and was about to say "hi", but Old Burt rolled his eyes at her.
Mu Hanxia: "…"
It was quiet in the cafe in the afternoon, the people at the adjacent table were talking in low voices, and there was the sound of the keyboard being tapped. Old Burt took an Apple computer out of his crumpled bag and kept looking. No one else noticed him either. Mu Hanxia calmed down, smiled again, walked to his desk and sat down: "Hi, Mr. Bert, my name is Summer, can we chat?"
He originally planned to greet this old man with a strange personality and appearance again, but unexpectedly, he raised his head, and on his originally unremarkable face, those blue eyes were instantly sharp and threatening. Mu Hanxia's heart trembled when he saw it.
"You're Fang's little friend Summer?" he asked.
"Ah, yes."
He smiled coldly, his eyes were like a cold knife: "I admit that I have some friendship with Fang, and he also asked me to help you. However, what I hate the most is when others tell me to invest. Not to mention that a family is on the verge of bankruptcy. small company. You don't make up your mind, this is the end of the conversation, goodbye. Oh no, goodbye."
Mu Hanxia was stunned. She didn't expect Lao Fang to actually do this for her, nor did she expect Lao Bert to be so arrogant. His tone was full of ridicule and disgust, which made Mu Hanxia feel very uncomfortable, and his face slowly turned red.
"Today is really unlucky..." Old Bert muttered, put away the computer and walked towards the door. Mu Hanxia gritted her teeth and followed.
The two were walking on the road one after the other. With a ghostly expression, Old Burt turned his head and glared at her: "Oh, don't you feel ashamed as a Chinese?"
Mu Hanxia followed, and stubbornness also came up, but smiled slightly: "I just want to talk to you, you at least give me this chance."
Old Burt cursed "Shit".
He walked to the bus stop, Mu Hanxia was a little surprised that he was going to take the bus, but he followed him and got on the bus.
The car was quite empty, and he actually knew that he had found a yellow seat for the elderly, sick, disabled and pregnant to sit down, and Mu Hanxia sat directly behind him.
The big bus swayed and drizzled outside the window, and neither of them spoke. Mu Hanxia was actually quite embarrassed, it was the first time in his life that he stalked people like this. But thinking of Lin Mochen, she felt that no matter how brazen she was, she could do it for him.
How could Old Bert be frightened by this little girl? When she looked at the scenery outside the window for a while as if she didn't exist, she felt a little tired, closed her eyes and started to rest. He was dressed like this ghost, and naturally he was not afraid of someone stealing. Mu Hanxia didn't know whether he slept or not, but when he had an idea, he simply moved forward a little bit, and began to whisper Feng Chen's unique competitiveness and advantages in his ear in English...
“… Lin is a graduate of Columbia University. He once launched the Fruit War in New York and conquered the fruit market in the New York area by himself… The core competitiveness of Fengchen’s clothing business lies in its simple, fashionable and high-quality brand positioning, and it is based on the industry The speed of No. 1 has seized this market, completely occupying the first-mover advantage... Fengchen's real estate... "
Her voice is deep and soft, very pleasant, and of course, she speaks English with a little "Chinese accent". Old Bert didn't want to hear it, but she had no choice but to whisper her voice into his ears. Listening and listening, he raised his eyebrows without a trace, but still closed his eyes, as if indifferent, and as if he was really asleep.
it's dark.
The bus returned to the bus terminal. Mu Hanxia watched the driver pull the handbrake, and the car stopped steadily. Then the driver yelled, "The terminal is over!" He ignored them, jumped out of the car, and left.
The surroundings were completely dark, and Mu Hanxia looked outside, then at Old Bert who was still sleeping with his eyes closed in the front seat. There was only the sound of his long, even breathing in the carriage.
"Hey! Mr. Burt! It's the end!" She gave him a little nudge.
No response at all.
She called him a few more words and even shook his body. But he slept so deeply that his mouth clacked a few times, and he didn't move.
Mu Hanxia has no more tricks, and she doesn't dare to pinch him. This old man has too much temper. What should I do if he hurts? She sat quietly beside him.
There was only a little light from the street lamps in the carriage, and it was quiet and dark. But at this time, Mu Hanxia could clearly see his old state, the wrinkles on his forehead, the silver hair on his head, and the thin and not strong body. Although he just met today, and although he is a foreigner with a cunning personality, the most intuitive feeling to Mu Hanxia at this moment is that he is only an old man. That's why I accidentally fell asleep so deeply on the bus.