Although he didn't have a face-to-face with Deborah, he felt that Deborah must be very angry now with his intuition!

-

two days passed by.

In these two days, Qin Luo's life can only be described as monotonous.

Except for class, I was harassed.

As for the people who are harassing? Qin Luo can only answer that you can do more.

For example, Britney, Audrey, Claire, and a lot of NYU students.

Of course, if they harass Qin Luo with the mentality of pursuers, Qin Luo will accept it without saying a word.

However, it is a pity that they are holding on to one extremely difficult topic after another.

"Can't you pretend to cover my eyes? Maybe Ben Xueba agreed as soon as he was happy? "

Looking at all kinds of girls in front of him, Qin Luo shakes his head and smiles bitterly.

Their EQ is really low!

"That's all for today's lecture. See you next time!" After closing the textbook, Qin Luo smeared oil on his feet and left the school as if he had fled.

While walking, Qin Luo took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Fu Zhendong's number.

"Hello, Fu Yuan, I've finished. Come and pick me up."

It's already 9:00 a.m., and Mobil's press conference will officially start at 10:00 a.m., Qin Luo doesn't want to miss this feast of energy industry.

Put down the mobile phone, waiting for a few minutes at the school gate, a black faced Toyota car stopped in front of Qin Luo.

Roll down the window to reveal Fu Zhendong's wrinkled old face.

"Get in the car, let's get a good seat." Fu Zhendong waved to Qin Luo and said excitedly.

Yes, he is very excited, and the reason is very simple, because today will be a monument in the Chinese academic community.

Mobil bowed its head, which means that the status of Chinese Academy in the world is higher.

Grab a place? Ha ha

Qin Luo's corner of the mouth couldn't help but draw: "Fu Yuan, you don't have to worry, we are the leading role. No matter when the protagonist goes, he never lacks seats and is the best secret."

Yes, in Qin Luo's eyes, Fu Zhendong's worries are really superfluous.

Whatever the reason, Mobil will reserve a place in advance.

Because qinluo is the key to decide whether this conference can be held smoothly, and also the key to Exxon Mobil's recovery from the dead.

"That said, what if Mobil doesn't understand the world?" "Foreigners are not as particular as we Chinese people," Fu said

"Don't worry, there will be."

Qin Luo smiles and reaches for the door and gets into the car.

The car slowly started and headed for Mobil's headquarters in central Manhattan.

Today, just a few minutes later, a storm will sweep the world.

-

Mobil Oil Company

Dai Bole was black and blue. In less than an hour, he had to apologize to Qin Luo in front of the whole world. Once he thought about it, he would like to find a way to get in.

"Deborah, are you ready?" Scott opened the door and went straight to him.

Ready?

I'll get a hammer!

"Don't you have to apologize if I'm not ready?" Said Deborah.

"Of course not." Scott smiles and says, "if you're not sure, we can turn off the time for the conference."

"One day or two?"

"Ten minutes to be exact."

"Hum." Cold hum, Dai Bole did not look at each other.