Chapter 82 - The newcomer Son of bitch” (2/2)

This person has been quite noticeable from afar, and it’s even more striking to see him at close range! He is over one and eighty-five meters tall, with a standard model figure, wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a well-proportioned and strong figure. He is a good athlete at first sight. His facial features are very handsome and elegant, with a calm and kind smile, which makes him very difficult to be disgusted.

I shake hands with him. He’s saying slowly with a pleasant voice: “Hello, I’m Winson Lee.” His palms are wide, dry, and his handshake is strong. All these make people feel pleasant to him. It’s hard for me to associate such a person with the words “the son of a bitch”.

And I instinctively see a ray of wisdom in his eyes! He has a kind of smile with calm. He looks like a spoiled, humiliated man, who seems to have a very graceful view of everything.

This guy is absolutely not simple! This is my first reaction.

When he is facing Jojo’s deliberate cold eyes, he does not even react. Jojo’s cold eyes just like shooting into the air in vain.

Winson is shaking hands with Jojo with the smile in his eyes. Looking at Jojo’s intentionally provocative eyes, he keeps smiling, not a fake, but a kind of regardless.

Well, for example, do you care if there’s a child who is playing a rascal on you? Will you keep it in mind?

Of course not!

Now Winson’s smile just like that. He’s looking at Jojo as if he is looking at a little girl who is angry with him. He’s calm and deliberate, not caring at all. It’s like a lion is looking at a little hyena with its teeth opening and claws waving. He isn’t interested at all. It’s so bored that he’s almost yawning.

Jojo’s father and I talk a while and then he says: “You have business right now. Come and eat at home sometime.” Then he takes Jojo and leaves.

Winson Lee is at the end. He looks at me with a hint of something else in his eyes. Suddenly he’s whispering to me: “Mr. Chen Yang, I know something interesting about you. I have long heard of your name!” Then he’s putting a newspaper in my hand with smile, then taking the suitcase to leave.

I see Jojo at a distance is trying to wink at me and gesture means to telephone contact.

I look at the newspaper Winson hands to me in confusion. When I open the newspaper and see the first page, I am stunned.

This is obviously a newspaper sent by the plane, and the newspapers on the plane are usually one day behind. Seeing this page, there are a few pictures and some text descriptions.

The most conspicuous picture is Jojo wearing the thermal underwear in a cool shape, standing on the T-shaped stage, with exceedingly fascinating and charming smile. The next picture is a row of girls in underwears bowing together.

I am familiar with the headline of this news. I have read it.

“Is it a show, or is it detrimental to public moral?”

What the hell!

I frown, remembering that Winson Lee’s meaningful smile when he handed the newspaper to me before left.

Obviously, this “son of a bitch” is much harder to deal with than those “son of a batches” before.

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With this feeling in mind, I have waited a little longer to meet my customers.

This is a man and a woman from a big city in the south. The man is a VP of a famous car dealer company, about forty years old, while the woman next to him is much younger. She looks just about my age.

After we introduce each other, I just know that she is the secretary of the VP. She has a fox-like face, peach blossom eyes, wearing the expensive and exquisite brand dresses, and with a small Prada handbag on her hand. She looks like a very coquettish woman. She’s holding the VP’s arm without hesitation.

I just sigh in my heart. The VP bulges his belly, waist circumference is estimated to be over three feet. His age is estimated to be her father. Although he is dressing in a very fashion style, with a successful person’s posture. Unfortunately, he is far worse than Jojo’s father’s self-effacing and naturally successful personality.

I pick them up with my car and send them to the hotel first. Looking at their intimacy, I carefully call the hotel to change the standard twin room to the deluxe big bed suite.

Frankly speaking, I’ve seen more of this in the nightclub.

I thought I am strong enough, but as a result, when the car is on the airport highway and I almost could not help but spit out.

Because the secretary always calls the VP “Brother” in a sweet, loquacious tone.

“Brother! It’s so cold here!”

“Brother, I’m hungry.”

“Brother…”

Damn it, I can’t help thinking maliciously. If you drag this woman to a nightclub, it is estimated that she would be a top-tier! For no other reason, just look at her calling “brother” so sweet, so resounding. Hearing her voices, that VP looks like have lost his soul. This skill is definitely not a one or two-days exercises!

It’s not easy to sell nowadays. No technical content inside, there’s totally no way!