"Boss, next time you talk to these vampires, please use Chinese or English." Su Yun said expressionlessly.
Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, then at Kerry, and forced a smile, "Kerry, I find it difficult to talk in your native dialect."
At this sentence, Zheng Ren has switched to English with a London accent.
Christian shrugged. It didn't matter to him what language the conversation was in.
"This matter is over, let's go see Mr. Roche as soon as possible." Christian said.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded reluctantly.
Su Yun finally knew what these two guys were muttering about.
Old Luo Che, that old guy in a wheelchair actually came to China!
Sure enough, as expected, something big happened!
Su Yun quietly walked into the crowd and went to the fire escape, ready to pick up his mobile phone and call Fan Tianshui.
Although he knew that something was unlikely to happen, Su Yun still had a subtle fear of these descendants of the ancient family.
Especially for that old Luo Qie, Su Yun felt that it would always be inappropriate if Fan Tianshui was not around.
Zheng Ren knew that Su Yun had left and could guess what he was going to do. He looked at Su Yun and shook his head, indicating that it was okay. Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren doubtfully, and saw that he persisted, so he had to walk back.
After saying a few more words, Kerry made a gesture, and the president of Lanke Company in the distance threw Vice President Yuan aside and trotted over.
"Lord Kerry."
"We need to leave for a while." Christian said coldly.
"As you wish."
A few minutes later, Zheng Ren and Su Yun got into a classic car, the same style as the ones they had made in the Alps.
Lin Yuan was already dumbfounded when she saw a slightly familiar face in the crowd. That was a big shot from Lanke Company, chatting and laughing with his teacher at Harvard.
But outside the operating room, he was hidden among the crowd, like a drop of water falling into the sea, as ordinary as a passerby.
Does Boss Zheng have such a high status? Lin Yuan was in a daze. Even a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital would not receive such high courtesy.
Although Christian brought her almost endless fear, with a woman's intuition, Lin Yuan was able to sense his danger.
Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, Lin Yuan followed Boss Zheng not far behind.
At this time, she was like a little transparent, no one noticed her existence. But Lin Yuan knew in his heart that the man in black noticed him.
When Zheng Ren and Su Yun were about to get in the car, Lin Yuan mustered up the courage to run over.
She didn't know whether she was worried that Boss Zheng was in danger or something else, but she followed him with a blank mind.
"It's not surgery, why are you following me?" Su Yun looked at Lin Yuan and said.
Lin Yuan was very nervous. She once again felt the gaze of the man whose face was shrouded in shadow next to Boss Zheng.
Like a knife, it will cut itself into countless pieces in the next second.
"I..." Lin Yuan reluctantly said one word and swallowed the rest.
"Go back." Su Yun scolded.
"..." Lin Yuan insisted on standing in front of Zheng Ren. She didn't know why she followed, it was a subconscious behavior.
"It'll be fine, just follow." Zheng Ren smiled and introduced to Christian: "She is a member of my medical team."
Kerry just shrugged and made no comment.
Several people filed into the car. There was a lot of space in the car. Lin Yuan sat in the corner with his left hand on his right hand, resisting the urge to lift his right hand and put it into his mouth to bite his nails.
The curtains on the car window closed automatically, as if they were haunted, and Lin Yuan was startled. She saw Boss Zheng chatting and laughing with the weird guy wearing a black hood, as if they were very familiar.
The communication between the two was in English, which Lin Yuan could understand.
It's just that she was too nervous and only heard some snippets.
Boss Zheng seemed to be talking about some old things with that weird, mysterious guy, like old friends.
Lin Yuan also noticed that the president of Lanke Company had become as transparent as himself, sitting in the corner of the car without anyone noticing.
Boss Zheng usually seems very withdrawn, but how come he has so many contacts? Lin Yuan was a little confused. This was beyond her comprehension.
Half an hour later, we arrived at a hotel.
When they reached the top floor, Lin Yuan and the president of Lanke Company were stopped and stood boredly in the corridor, watching the backs of Boss Zheng and Brother Yun disappear.
What's the point of following me? Lin Yuan couldn't understand. But at that time, I was really worried that Boss Zheng was in danger. This feeling seems a bit ridiculous now.
This is China, how can there be danger? Lin Yuan felt a little embarrassed, but then he was very happy to see the president of Lanke Company standing in the corridor like him.
He didn't seem to think it was rude to treat him like this, and he started chatting with ease.
Lin Yuan was a little nervous at first, but he got used to it later.
Boss Zheng and Brother Yun didn't go in for long, and walked out in less than twenty minutes. Followed by Christian, who was wearing black clothes and a black hood.
Christian was pushing a wheelchair, with a frail old man sitting on it. His face was also covered and could not be seen at all. Lin Yuan could tell from the wrinkles on his skin that were vaguely exposed.
"Mr. Luo Che, please stay." Lin Yuan heard Boss Zheng say in a fluent London accent.
"Zheng, I have no time requirements, but also sincerity. I hope that one day in the future, our family will become your most loyal ally." A cold voice came, and Lin Yuan shuddered.
"It will take a long time, I estimate it will be at least ten years." Lin Yuan listened to Boss Zheng's serious answer.
"We have almost infinite patience."
"Then I'll leave first."
Zheng Ren left a smile, turned around and left Lao Luo Che's side with Su Yun.
"Zheng!" Old Luo Che shouted just as Zheng Ren walked to the elevator.
"Um?"
Christian pushed the wheelchair to Zheng Ren.
A hand covered with scars and wounds stretched out, trembling slightly. It seems that time brings harm to this old man all the time.
If scars are the medals of manhood, then this old man is like a veteran, with medals all over his body, showing his courage to fight against fate.
"Please!" Old Roche said.
"Don't worry, I will study it carefully." Zheng Ren smiled, stretched out his hand, and shook old Luo Che's hand.
Lin Yuan's eyelids trembled twice.
Two completely different hands were held together, and the visual impact was simply too great, giving Lin Yuan an inexplicable illusion.
"Zheng, I have a small gift for you." Old Luo Che said, "This year's Nobel Prize will be fair."
"Thank you." Zheng Ren smiled.