Peng Wenchong was very relaxed during this period. Although he was specially assigned to these two strange Americans, he basically had no travel missions these days. His only mission was to deliver food, but he didn't even have a chance to enter the villa door. Just handed over at the door. com received nothing but a thank you.
This made Peng Wenchong, who received instructions from his superiors, very curious, but there was nothing he could do. If it was the short American, he could still find a chance to enter the house, but every time it was the uncomfortable tall man who asked him to No one dared to go beyond it. The superior's instructions are very clear, pay attention to concealment and observation, and strictly abide by the rules.
But this curiosity was quickly broken. Because on the fifth day when the two Americans arrived in China, they received a taxi from the short man who spoke Chinese with a weird accent. They left the car the next day. Then he was sent an address in Xinjing.
"Fang Yuan, where are you?" Just as Fan Yuan pressed the answer button, a rapid voice came from the earphones.
Mr. Song? Fangyuan was slightly stunned.
"Oh, Mr. Song, I'm driving, okay?" Fangyuan rarely had the opportunity to drive, so after today, he had to persuade the driver to take the driving seat and move the security personnel to the co-pilot's seat. Since the arrival of the Rover, I haven't had the pleasure of driving it, which makes him a little depressed as a Vette backstage person.
"Driving? Don't talk about that. If you have any, come to my office right away. The matter is urgent." Mr. Song was surprised for a moment, but quickly changed back to the subject. The tone of the last sentence was very serious, which made Fangyuan a little uneasy. Nothing that Mr. Song could say was too small.
"Okay, I'll be right away." Fangyuan responded directly.
This place is far away from Mr. Song¡¯s office, almost running through the urban area of ??Xinjing. Usually the security personnel are responsible for things like routes, but Fangyuan is not expert in this aspect. Fangyuan slowly found an opening, stopped the car slowly on the side of the road, handed over the driving to the security personnel again, and sat back in the back seat. Another car in front had also been notified and stopped in front.
Fangyuan sat in the back seat and couldn't help but have some random thoughts.
Mr. Song would not be able to call the Hua Security Bureau regarding the plantation matter, nor would the Super Metal cooperation matter be so urgent. Many other things are not to the point where the Hua Security Bureau needs to come forward. What could they be?
Sure enough, after handing over the driving responsibility to the security personnel, Fangyuan actually arrived at the Hua Security Bureau within an hour amid the crowded traffic in Xinjing.
"Dongdong" Fangyuan knocked on the door. The door was not closed tightly. Through the crack in the door, you could see Mr. Song in the room, who was immersed in his report. The secretary was talking at Mr. Song's desk. .
"Come in." Mr. Song responded in a low voice.
The secretary turned around and took a look, but quickly recognized Fangyuan. After all, Fangyuan had been to the Hua Security Bureau several times, and the first criterion for a secretary is to observe what is happening. The secretary's name was Zhang Xiaotian. When Secretary Zhang rushed in, Fang Yuan smiled slightly and said hello, then said something to Mr. Song and left, but the door was not closed.
"Fang Yuan, please sit on the sofa for a while. I'll be ready here soon." Mr. Song raised his head and then lowered his head to continue reading the report in his hand.
"Oh." Fangyuan responded.
Within a minute, Secretary Zhang carried a cup of coffee and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Please." Secretary Zhang said with a smile. It is still the secretary's duty to remember everyone's favorite things. I have to say that Secretary Zhang is a character in this regard, so Fangyuan said a slight thank you.
Secretary Zhang quickly withdrew, closing the door tightly when leaving. Mr. Song's office is a suite. The outer room is Secretary Zhang's office, and the inner room is Mr. Song's office.
The room was very quiet, and Fangyuan didn't want to disturb Mr. Song, especially when he was reading the report. Picking up a newspaper on the table, he flipped through it boredly.
"Fang Yuan, here." After a few minutes, Mr. Song finally put down the report in his hand and raised his head and said.
Fangyuan carried the coffee and left. He gently placed the coffee on Mr. Song's desk and sat down.
Mr. Song opposite was not relaxed. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and his hair was a little fluffy. It seemed that he had a lot of work these days and had a lot to think about.
"Have you heard of the foreign company North American Industrial Consulting Company?" Don't skip words. Mr. Song asked with a frown.
"No, anymore?" Fang Yuan thought for a moment and shook her head.
"Okay, let me introduce its background to you, but don't talk nonsense outside." Mr. Song nodded. This company's affairs are impossible outside, except for people who reach a certain level and circle. Only institutions in various countries that pay attention to the United States will get more attention.As the main business of Tron Consortium, this group company is a giant in agricultural biology. It is ranked second in the world and no one dares to be ranked first.
"Tron Consortium?" Mr. Song had some impression, but it was not clear.
"The world's largest agricultural high-tech company, a supplier that accounts for 80% of the world's share of most crop seeds I think they use the name of Tron Group." Fangyuan explained calmly. .
In addition to the pharmaceutical group and hospital system, Xingrui is most famous for two things in the outside world, balance factor and oil-producing plants. Both of them are directly related to plants. Can people not think about it? It is already a miracle that it has been delayed until now. . Fangyuan, if Xingrui Holdings was registered in the United States, it would have already exerted pressure through various means, that is, in China. Here, the American consortium is a little timid and cannot use political means and can only use business contacts to test .