Why are the names of these companies so strange?

Holding the postcards in his hand, George Soros had an unspeakable feeling. He didn't feel it when he met the bosses of these companies in London, but now that these postcards are put together, they always feel a little weird.

Grey wolf!

Maybe his boss is a Japanese who likes wolves like Robertson.

But what the **** is this slow sheep?

Sheep in a Scottish pasture?

Suddenly, George Soros laughed, and he remembered who the boss of this company was.

A month ago, Soros met a very interesting guy at a financial dinner in London, a guy who looked calm and honest, but was actually humorous, funny, and a little bit lewd and shameless.

He is in his fifties, with a little girlfriend who is less than twenty years old.

The most interesting thing is that someone told Soros that the guy's little girlfriend is the daughter of his ex-wife.

This is incredible.

Later, at the banquet, a friend introduced the two of them to talk a few words, which is considered to be a acquaintance. The more they talked, the more interesting Soros felt. The guy named Robert John was not like an Englishman.

There is no British arrogance, stereotyping and arrogance. On the contrary, they are very joking and very sociable.

After thinking about it for a moment, Soros’ eyes flickered a few times. Robert John’s Slow Sheep Company seems to have a good relationship in the financial world of London. It has ties to Standard Chartered Bank and HSBC, and also does a lending business. The interest rate is a bit higher, but at this time it is undoubtedly the best object to borrow money from them.

London, financial district.

Robert John took his little girlfriend Lucy Baden-Bauer, sitting in a Starbucks coffee shop.

Uh......

There was no gentleman, humor, and wit that George Soros had on this guy's face. He hung up his cigarette, and if no one was smoking it, he spit out smoke and used second-hand smoke to harm other people's bodies. There was no morality at all.

The most disgusting thing is that the hair on his head is sparse a lot, his pot belly is at least two hundred pounds, but he is accompanied by a young girl. The long golden hair draped over the shoulders was covered with a layer of gold under the light. The white and rosy complexion had another beauty, and the slightly exposed neck was delicate and attractive.

Watching Robert John smoking a cigarette unscrupulously, Byrne Weissman watched him with righteous indignation, wishing to go up and beat him up.

Can you be scornful if you have money?

Such a gentle and beautiful girl, that **** actually loves her at all, let her directly absorb second-hand smoke, don't you know that this is unhealthy!

Damn rich man! This is simply poisoning the lives of others.

The evil fire rushed up from his heart like poisonous. The anger from his heart made Berne Wisman made up his mind, and he tried to suppress the anger and walked to the two of them.

"Sir. You can't smoke here."

Taking a quick look at Lucy Baden-Borg, Bourne Weisman said to Robert John.

A guy like Robert John can turn his eyes. Even though Bern Wisman’s eyes towards Lucy Baden-Bauer were vague and fast, he still saw the thread flashing in Wisman’s eyes. Admiration and regret.

Admiring the beauty of Lucy Baden-Powell, regretting that she was sitting opposite her.

Robert John knows this very well.

It's another guy who is pleased.

Raising his eyebrows and holding the slightly provocative look in Bern Wisman's eyes, the old turnip took out his wallet and took out a bright red banknote from the wallet.

The red paper banknotes exude an attractive luster under the light. The front is the Queen of England, the back is the portrait of John Hoblen, the first governor of the Bank of England, the janitor of the bank is on the left, and John Howe is on the back. Buren's residence.

50￡.

Fifty pounds.

Turning the money on the table, Robert John pushed forward slightly and pushed down the edge of the table.

"Is it all right now?"

For a moment, Bourne Wisman's handsome face flushed red, and he subconsciously glanced at Lucy Baden-Bauer, glaring wide and wide.

"you......"

Bourne Weisman did not finish speaking, and another red banknote was pushed over.

However, it is different from the red banknotes on the table.

100￡.

Why are you fooling me with fake money?

Byrne Weissman couldn't help but start to daze. He has seen and seen many people who pretend to be forced, but he has never seen anyone pretending to be forced by fake money and pretend to be so natural.

"Oh. Sorry, I took the wrong one. This is money circulating between our banks."

Robert John was very gentleman sorry, put the hundred pounds that he took out back into his wallet, exchanged two fifty pounds and put them on the table.

This time, the anger in Bern Weisman's eyes completely disappeared, and he quickly took the money from the table, and handed the coffee cup that he had just taken when he was cleaning the table to the old carrot head.

"Sir~lightnovelpub.net~You are free!"

"..."

A pair of eyes suddenly looked at the old turnip head and the two of them, probably because they couldn't bear the weird look in the eyes, Lucy Badenbau kicked the old turnip head and leg, the smell of punishment It couldn't be more obvious.

But then, she laughed herself, the old turnip's pretending look was so handsome.

In this regard, the old turnip head calmly spit out smoke at the people around him, and the pretending breath seemed to be as nasty as it was.

Bell Bell Bell——

An unprepared phone ring rang, and the unique customized ringtone made Lao Luotou startled. He quickly took out the phone and pressed the call button.

"Boss. Good evening, you have worked so hard, Li Wanji, why haven't you rested now!"

"Old turnip. Are you complimenting me or scolding me?"

"Oh, God can testify for me. My loyalty to you is even more pious than Bikan."

Probably to show that what he said was true, the old turnip's head was flattering, and even the tall and straight body was slightly bent.

The people around him showed shameless eyes. A person was arrogant just now, and now he is like a grandson. How can he be so inconsistent in life.

Shen Jiannan was also suspicious. He really didn't understand what the old turnip head had learned during his fifteen years in China.

What can't you do, flattering is always the first place.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, Shen Jiannan went straight to the call.

"Old turnip, listen. You like drilling holes, I don't care. But now, there is a very important thing. Not long ago, I had a dinner with Schlesinger. I think you know what I mean. ."